Post by Syn on Aug 11, 2011 3:57:29 GMT -5
OOC: All trash talking is strictly In Character
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The Scene opens with Syn exiting the hotel he was staying at in with a duffle-bag in and, wearing a Black label Society t-shirt, faded jeans, and a pair of sun glasses. Kai was coming back to the states from Japan today after “Shaking the rust off”, and, being the “Good big brother” that he was, he was going to pick him up and he, Epick, and Kai would drive to the city where Saturday Night Liberty would be taking place. He begins to walk towards the parking lot, when he hears someone calls out to him.
?: Yo! Syn! Wait up!
Syn turned around and rose a brow as JC Epick runs down to catch up with him. JC had signed to Libertarian Wrestling just a few days ago after talking to Curt (Who, if Syn had heard right, wasn’t too pleased about it). The two were in the “Disciples of Syn” faction in WKF, and had formed a bond based on destruction and violence. JC stops right in front of Syn, and smiles.
Epick: Sorry I’m late man, I had a few calls to make before coming down
Syn, having a good idea on who the person he was calling is, just shrugged.
Syn: It’s alright. I, more than anyone, can respect a commitment when it comes to playing a few mind games.
Epick: How did you know tha - never mind. Are we taking your car or mine?
Syn turns and gives Epick a blank look.
Syn: Mine…I guess.
Epick: Cool. By the way, did you manage to get a hold of Kai?
Syn: Actually, he called yesterday and said his flight will be landing sometime in the afternoon. He said he wanted to be sure that he was prepared for his match.
JC scoffs, shaking his head in amusement
Epick: Prepare? Prepare for what? He’s facing a chick for cryin’ out loud! A spoiled little rich girl even!
Syn chuckles for a bit.
Syn: The man is a wrestling machine JC. Always focused, always intense, and always thinking of when his next match is and studying his opponent. It’s the mentality he has to where he never takes an opponent lightly, no matter your name, age, or gender. He will make it his personal mission to drop his opponent where they stand, kick their teeth down their throat, before making them submit in the most painful way imaginable. If I was a normal man, I’d dread facing him in a match.
Epick: I know the feeling. I’m not called “The Wrestling Addict” just because it’s a good nickname.
The two then walked over to Syn’s car, a black and green Mustang GT Syn put the bag in the trunk, and the two got inside. Syn started the car and then pulled out of the parking lot. As Syn drove, JC started to make light conversation.
Epick: So, I hear Alisyn made her debut over in PWW back on Sunday.
Syn: Yes. Yes she did.
Epick: So, I mean, you have to be proud of her, right? She’s your protégé, and she made a big impact in her first night. She helped take out three of the most well know female wrestlers in the world today.
Syn stopped at a stoplight, and then gave a small smile as he thinks on it. He was more than proud of Alisyn.
Syn: You know JC, there are few things that I take joy in; Destruction, Chaos, and a bit of Violence to name a few. But watching Alisyn participate in the assault on The Black Rose mafia with Toxic and CHOAS, well, it was a moment I was fortunate enough to have seen in person. (Syn chuckles darkly) I wonder how long it will be before I hear that she has hung another competitor in the locker rooms or crushed someone’s larynx.
Epick nods, until he realizes what Syn had just said.
Epick: Wait, you were there?
Syn smirks as the light turns green and he goes.
Syn: Well, after striking up that business deal with Morgan Simmons, I managed to track down an employee a few days later and asked if she wouldn’t mind helping me in the regard of, uh, finding extra tickets for a PWW event. She initially said no, but after a few minutes, she saw it my way and found a ticket for today’s event at the last moment. I may be getting another ticket sooner than later.
Epick smirks at the explanation, and then the car got silent after. They drive around for a few more minutes, before coming to a stop at another stoplight. Syn glances around the street that he was about to drive through, but stopped on one car in particular parked near a diner, a vintage black corvette. Now, he couldn’t place where, but he knows that someone he is familiar with has a car like that. He stares at it for a second longer, before turning to Epick.
Syn: Unless I’m mistaken, don’t we know someone who owns a black corvette?
JC is a bit caught off-guard about the abrupt question, but thinks about it for a moment as Syn slowly pulls up near the car after the light turns green.
Epick: Hmm…wait. Doesn’t Alisyn’s cousin own a black corvette? You know, the one that just woke up out of the coma not too long ago. Her name was Isabelle or something like that.
Syn frowns. He knows exactly who JC is talking about, but he wasn’t worried about her. If he remembered right, it was her boyfriend he had a history with: Ryan “The Reaper” Robinson. He and Syn have a very volatile past. They’ve shed eachother’s blood, had beaten eachother within an inch of their lives, and both kept coming back for more. Whatever Syn could do to Ryan psychologically, he returned in full with a physical comeback. It was violence at its purest...and he had a smile on his face throughout the whole thing. He suddenly pulled into a spot not too far from the Restaurant, surprising Epick.
Epick: HEY MAN! What’s the rush!? I thought we –
Syn turned and gave him an icy stare, cutting him off
Syn: We’re just gonna take a small detour. After all, Kai’s plane doesn’t get here for a while, so I figured I’ll just drop in and say “Hello” to an, uh, old acquaintance. That’s not a problem, is it?
Epick slowly shakes his head no, and both exited the car and entered the restaurant. They glanced around for a second, before spotting the unmistakable face paint of The Reaper sitting in the far corner of the diner, along with a blonde woman who he assumed was Bella. Syn motioned to the two, and he and Epick casually walked over to the couple.
Syn: Hello Ryan.
Reaper took one look at Syn, and went to stand up, his face full of anger. Syn quickly sat down next to a very frightened Bella and Epick took the seat next to Syn. Syn sent a dark smirk at Reaper, who just looked pissed at what Syn was pulling. Syn pointed a finger at the seat in front of him.
Syn: Please. Have a seat.
Reaper stood there for a moment, giving Syn a murderous stare. Finally, he sat down, his eyes not leaving Syn for even a second. Syn just smiled, then picked up a menu and began browsing through the sections for non-alcoholic drinks.
Syn: Hmm. Do you think that I should order the tea? Or stick with the coffee? Oh, Choices choices.
He looks up at Reaper, a sly smile on his face. He was enjoying this.
Syn: Which do you think I should go with Ryan? After all, I wouldn’t want to make the wrong choice when I can so easily pick the right one.
Reaper growls menacingly as Syn goes back to looking at the menu. Syn was playing his usual games with him.
Reaper: Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t reach over this table and rip your head off of your shoulders right fucking now.
Syn just giggles slightly, still looking at the menu. JC had also picked up the one Nearest to him and began browsing.
Syn: Can’t a guy just visit an old friend and have a simple conversation without violence being a factor Ryan? Hmm? After all of the fun we had, you’d think that we could be more civil than thaaaaat. (Syn pits the menu down and gives Reaper an evil look) But if you want a good reason, the fact that there are sharp, pointy objects within my reach, I have backup, and your little girlfriend is right next to me, in perfect stabbing distance I might add, should be MORE than enough to convince you. (Syn reaches out towards Bella, who flinches away as Syn brushes a strand of hair out of her face) But if you want to risk losing your “Precious” Bella, AGAIN, then by all means, come at me.
Syn just smirked as Ryan looked like he wanted to kill him, but he knew Syn was right and, more than likely, would follow through with his threat. He was sick enough in the mind to go through with it. Syn, meanwhile, was a bit impressed with himself. Even after all this time, he can still manipulate Ryan like this. It would be funny to him if it weren’t so pathetic (He would probably laugh later though).
Reaper: Fine, what is it you want?
Syn, in a rarity for him, looks very serious.
Syn: A clean slate between you and I.
Reaper gives Syn a look of disbelief, very skeptical of what he is hearing. He wasn’t the only one. Both Bella and Epick looked stunned at this.
Reaper: (Very slowly) So, let me get this straight. After everything that you and I have done to eachother. All of the blood, the battles, the psychological games you played and actually accusing me of unintentionally getting Bella KILLED, you want a truce!?!
Syn clicks his tongue with his teeth, and then gave an unpleasant smile.
Syn: When you put it like that…Yeah, that sounds about right. You forgot to mention tossing me through glass (Syn pulls on his lower left eye lid, showing a red mark on his eye), a piece of which is still embedded in my left eye. But I’m willing to look past that in order to make a truce that would be beneficial for both of us. Because, let’s face it, they (The LW locker room) will view you just as they view me, just like they view Kai, and Just like they view JC here: A guy form WKF trying to make his name off of another company. While I particularly don’t care about their opinions of me, they’ll put that very same label on you, no matter how much you can deny and run away from it. And deep down, you know that I’m right.
Reaper growls, but then starts to think about it as Syn goes back to the menu, trying to think of something to order. JC was watching the entire thing between Syn and Reaper with interest, while Bella was still trying to get away from Syn. Finally, Reaper looked at Syn, who was in the process of ordering some Tea.
Reaper: No tricks with this one?
Syn places the menu down and give Reaper a look.
Syn: If there is one thing that you, above all people, should remember about me Ryan, it’s that I’m a man of my word. But if you want a few days to think it over, I’ll give that to you. How does until the show sound?
Reaper growls at Syn
Reaper: You couldn’t give me a bit more time than that?
Syn smirks, then reaches over and takes a fry off of Bella’s plate and eats it.
Syn: I could, but I have the guiltiest of pleasures in watching you suffer. It entertains me. But you already know that, don’t you.
Syn and Epick both stand up (Syn mockingly gives a farewell bow to the couple) then leave the restaurant without any other conflict. The two go back to Syn’s car, get inside, and drive to their next destination. While Syn was driving, they struck up another conversation.
Epick: So, your plan is to have The Reaper as an ally? How do you know you can trust him?
Syn gives a devilish smile as he turns down another street
Syn: You see JC, that’s the one drawback that people should really worry about when they’re making plans to gain allies. But not me. I know one thing about that, despite the fact that he may hate me, he not only has too much respect for me to attack me without being provoked, and that he knows deep down, every word I said is true.
Epick: You sure that “Making amends” or whatever you’re doing is gonna work?
Syn: No (JC looks confused), which is why I’m giving him until The Show to think it over. (Syn looks thoughtful about something) Oh, and as long as I am in the “Making amends” mood, remind me to visit Nick Taylor in the near future. I mean, I’ve stolen his group, possibly ended his career, and stole his bride-to-be all on his wedding night. The least I can do is make sure he’s comfortable before fading into obscurity.
JC snickers as Syn pulls out of the parking spot and back onto the road as the scene fades out.
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The Scene opens with Syn and Epick pulling into the airport parking lot, Epick looking a bit annoyed and Syn was twitching slightly in agitation.
Syn: I. HATE. Traffic jams.
Epick nodded in agreement as they exit the car and walk towards the airport. They enter the building and had to go through security and a metal detector.
Security guard 1: Please empty all objects from your pockets before stepping through the detector.
Epick went first, taking his Cell-Phone out of his pocket and placed it into a container, before stepping through the machine. He made it without the machine beeping, and quickly got his phone. Now, it was Syn’s turn. Syn emptied out his pockets, and was very aware that the security guard was giving him a strange look: He pulled out a cell phone, 2 switchblades, a sharpened pencil, a piece of paper, and his keys and placed them all in a small container.
Security Guard 2: That’s a lot of sharp objects to be carrying around.
Syn turned to the guard and gave a (False) Sheepish smile, fully intending to lie through his teeth.
Syn: Er, I like to make sure that I’m protected at all times.
Security Guard 2: I can see that with the two switchblades there. But why the extra sharp pencil?
Syn: (Shrugs) I’m an insomniac sir. I write a lot in the night to relieve the stress I feel from not getting enough sleep. The, uh, note there should be enough proof of that.
The guard looked suspicious for a moment, then reached down and picked up the note. Keeping his eyes on Syn, he unfolded the note and handed it to the other security guard who started to read it. Syn waited as the guard reads over his note, and then looks up.
Security Guard 1:It’s clean. It’s only a list of songs.
The second security guard continues to eye Syn suspiciously, and then sighs as he motions for him to go through the detector. Syn walks through and gets no beep, retrieves his things (Again giving a false smile at the guard, who was still eying him), and walks with Epick over to seats that were near the terminal to wait for the plane to land.
Epick: OH! Right! I forgot to tell you. Banks did another promo for the match.
Syn turned around in his seat and rose a brow at Epick, peering over his sunglasses a bit
Syn: Really now? Did he have anything interesting to say?
Epick: Not really. It’s the same thing he said in the first one, except…
Syn: (Very interested) except what?
Epick: Except …he said that you didn’t interest him.
Syn stared blankly at the wall at the moment, not saying anything. He then leaned back and looked up at the ceiling, then back at Epick with a sly smile.
Syn: Weeeeeeell then, it’s a good thing that I brought a camera for later.
Epick was confused by this, but let it go as both he and Syn look and see that Kai’s plane has pulled in and landed. They wait as the passengers disembark the plane, and, finally, see Kai get off of the plane, carrying two suitcases. Syn hops up and goes to greet him.
Syn: Welcome home, little brother. I trust that you’ve shaken off all the ring rust you had?
Kai just gives Syn a nod of acknowledgement, as well as Epick, before the three go to leave the airport. They load all of Kai’s luggage into the trunk, and get into Syn’s car. Syn started the car, and then drove off onto the highway, on their way to the next city as the scene fades to black.
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Syn: August 13th, 2011. That date has been embedded into the minds of every wrestling fan for the last week. Because on that date, Libertarian Wrestling will finally make its long awaited debut. And on the first show, the course that this company takes will be decided in one of the most anticipated matches in recent memory: Syn vs. J.T. Banks vs. Liam Reilly to crown the first ever LW Freedom Champion. And I have a few more thoughts that I’d love to share about the two men who I’ll be facing in that match, particularly, the opponent who seems to think I’m not a very interesting person.
(Syn pauses, then clicks his teeth with his tounge)
Syn: But Banks can wait. Because I think that I’ll start off by talking about the man everyone is interested in hearing from, yet he doesn’t make the slightest sound. That person is the third element to our World Title match, Mr. Liam Reilly. The man whose thoughts everyone wants to hear. Now, as much of an arrogant tool J.T. Banks comes off as, I have to agree with his assessment that there is some disappointment that out of the three of us, the one who stayed quiet is the one who needs to win more than either myself or Banks.
Syn: I’m sure that a few people are wondering what I mean by that last sentence. Well, in order to explain myself, I will need for you to place yourself in Liam’s shoes for a moment (Syn closes his eyes for a moment, imagining it himself): You’re in the biggest match of your career so far, a World Title match at that. You have the unfortunate reputation of, to be honest, pulling a Lebron in every big match that you have competed in so far. Both of your opponents, while they have acknowledged you in the match, have taken the time to focus a bit more on eachother than you. And to top it all off, everyone has written you off as not having a chance of winning a match against a so-called “Legend” and a reigning World Champion. (Syn opens his eyes and gives a very dark smirk) And so far Liam, you haven’t given them any reason to think otherwise.
Syn: And now we move on to Jonathon – You don’t mind me calling you Jonathon, do you? After all, with the little verbal battle between the two of us, I can’t help but feel that I’ve come to know you. But according to you, I haven’t said anything that interests you. (Syn smirks) Good, because I don’t think Leo Hawkins will pay me for pandering to the 3rd man of Da Dynasty. But I’m going to do something else instead. (Syn reaches down, and pulls up The WKF World Heavyweight Title and sets it in his lap) Does this look familiar? I’m pretty sure it should, since you see fit to attack this title and the company it represents every chance you get, but that’s beside the point. You see, I want you to take a very goooooooood look at this title John. I want you to take in every detail that you see on it, from the large centerpiece, to the nice little Glasgow Smile that I carved into it. Because this (Syn growls lightly) will be as close as you’ll EVER get to becoming a World Champion.
Syn: And there’s something else; something that, as the veteran Jonathon, you’ve managed to overlook and somehow forget to mention. I’m sure by now you’re saying to yourself as well as your date “What is this dumbass talking about? I haven’t forgotten anything!” Well, I don’t need to remind you that this is a triple threat match, but what makes a triple threat match: The fact that there are no rules in this match. No count-outs and no disqualifications; which means that from, bell to bell, the only thing that is certain is that this match will end by a pinfall or a submission. Which plays right into my advantage.
Syn: You see, in the last 3 months, I’ve accomplished more than many people can say that they have in years. I’ve ended careers; I’ve left a trail of broken bodies and shattered dreams in my wake, all to become a World Champion. I’m building a legacy of blood in one company, and this Saturday I get the chance to repeat the cycle in another company. And I aim to do just that. Whether I have to go through Liam Reilly, or James Baker’s side project, it doesn’t matter to me. I WILL become LW’s first Freedom Champion.
(Syn looks right into the camera)
Syn: Liam, J.T, Welcome to the Age of Armageddon: There will BE no survivors.
(The camera fades to black)
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The Scene opens with Syn exiting the hotel he was staying at in with a duffle-bag in and, wearing a Black label Society t-shirt, faded jeans, and a pair of sun glasses. Kai was coming back to the states from Japan today after “Shaking the rust off”, and, being the “Good big brother” that he was, he was going to pick him up and he, Epick, and Kai would drive to the city where Saturday Night Liberty would be taking place. He begins to walk towards the parking lot, when he hears someone calls out to him.
?: Yo! Syn! Wait up!
Syn turned around and rose a brow as JC Epick runs down to catch up with him. JC had signed to Libertarian Wrestling just a few days ago after talking to Curt (Who, if Syn had heard right, wasn’t too pleased about it). The two were in the “Disciples of Syn” faction in WKF, and had formed a bond based on destruction and violence. JC stops right in front of Syn, and smiles.
Epick: Sorry I’m late man, I had a few calls to make before coming down
Syn, having a good idea on who the person he was calling is, just shrugged.
Syn: It’s alright. I, more than anyone, can respect a commitment when it comes to playing a few mind games.
Epick: How did you know tha - never mind. Are we taking your car or mine?
Syn turns and gives Epick a blank look.
Syn: Mine…I guess.
Epick: Cool. By the way, did you manage to get a hold of Kai?
Syn: Actually, he called yesterday and said his flight will be landing sometime in the afternoon. He said he wanted to be sure that he was prepared for his match.
JC scoffs, shaking his head in amusement
Epick: Prepare? Prepare for what? He’s facing a chick for cryin’ out loud! A spoiled little rich girl even!
Syn chuckles for a bit.
Syn: The man is a wrestling machine JC. Always focused, always intense, and always thinking of when his next match is and studying his opponent. It’s the mentality he has to where he never takes an opponent lightly, no matter your name, age, or gender. He will make it his personal mission to drop his opponent where they stand, kick their teeth down their throat, before making them submit in the most painful way imaginable. If I was a normal man, I’d dread facing him in a match.
Epick: I know the feeling. I’m not called “The Wrestling Addict” just because it’s a good nickname.
The two then walked over to Syn’s car, a black and green Mustang GT Syn put the bag in the trunk, and the two got inside. Syn started the car and then pulled out of the parking lot. As Syn drove, JC started to make light conversation.
Epick: So, I hear Alisyn made her debut over in PWW back on Sunday.
Syn: Yes. Yes she did.
Epick: So, I mean, you have to be proud of her, right? She’s your protégé, and she made a big impact in her first night. She helped take out three of the most well know female wrestlers in the world today.
Syn stopped at a stoplight, and then gave a small smile as he thinks on it. He was more than proud of Alisyn.
Syn: You know JC, there are few things that I take joy in; Destruction, Chaos, and a bit of Violence to name a few. But watching Alisyn participate in the assault on The Black Rose mafia with Toxic and CHOAS, well, it was a moment I was fortunate enough to have seen in person. (Syn chuckles darkly) I wonder how long it will be before I hear that she has hung another competitor in the locker rooms or crushed someone’s larynx.
Epick nods, until he realizes what Syn had just said.
Epick: Wait, you were there?
Syn smirks as the light turns green and he goes.
Syn: Well, after striking up that business deal with Morgan Simmons, I managed to track down an employee a few days later and asked if she wouldn’t mind helping me in the regard of, uh, finding extra tickets for a PWW event. She initially said no, but after a few minutes, she saw it my way and found a ticket for today’s event at the last moment. I may be getting another ticket sooner than later.
Epick smirks at the explanation, and then the car got silent after. They drive around for a few more minutes, before coming to a stop at another stoplight. Syn glances around the street that he was about to drive through, but stopped on one car in particular parked near a diner, a vintage black corvette. Now, he couldn’t place where, but he knows that someone he is familiar with has a car like that. He stares at it for a second longer, before turning to Epick.
Syn: Unless I’m mistaken, don’t we know someone who owns a black corvette?
JC is a bit caught off-guard about the abrupt question, but thinks about it for a moment as Syn slowly pulls up near the car after the light turns green.
Epick: Hmm…wait. Doesn’t Alisyn’s cousin own a black corvette? You know, the one that just woke up out of the coma not too long ago. Her name was Isabelle or something like that.
Syn frowns. He knows exactly who JC is talking about, but he wasn’t worried about her. If he remembered right, it was her boyfriend he had a history with: Ryan “The Reaper” Robinson. He and Syn have a very volatile past. They’ve shed eachother’s blood, had beaten eachother within an inch of their lives, and both kept coming back for more. Whatever Syn could do to Ryan psychologically, he returned in full with a physical comeback. It was violence at its purest...and he had a smile on his face throughout the whole thing. He suddenly pulled into a spot not too far from the Restaurant, surprising Epick.
Epick: HEY MAN! What’s the rush!? I thought we –
Syn turned and gave him an icy stare, cutting him off
Syn: We’re just gonna take a small detour. After all, Kai’s plane doesn’t get here for a while, so I figured I’ll just drop in and say “Hello” to an, uh, old acquaintance. That’s not a problem, is it?
Epick slowly shakes his head no, and both exited the car and entered the restaurant. They glanced around for a second, before spotting the unmistakable face paint of The Reaper sitting in the far corner of the diner, along with a blonde woman who he assumed was Bella. Syn motioned to the two, and he and Epick casually walked over to the couple.
Syn: Hello Ryan.
Reaper took one look at Syn, and went to stand up, his face full of anger. Syn quickly sat down next to a very frightened Bella and Epick took the seat next to Syn. Syn sent a dark smirk at Reaper, who just looked pissed at what Syn was pulling. Syn pointed a finger at the seat in front of him.
Syn: Please. Have a seat.
Reaper stood there for a moment, giving Syn a murderous stare. Finally, he sat down, his eyes not leaving Syn for even a second. Syn just smiled, then picked up a menu and began browsing through the sections for non-alcoholic drinks.
Syn: Hmm. Do you think that I should order the tea? Or stick with the coffee? Oh, Choices choices.
He looks up at Reaper, a sly smile on his face. He was enjoying this.
Syn: Which do you think I should go with Ryan? After all, I wouldn’t want to make the wrong choice when I can so easily pick the right one.
Reaper growls menacingly as Syn goes back to looking at the menu. Syn was playing his usual games with him.
Reaper: Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t reach over this table and rip your head off of your shoulders right fucking now.
Syn just giggles slightly, still looking at the menu. JC had also picked up the one Nearest to him and began browsing.
Syn: Can’t a guy just visit an old friend and have a simple conversation without violence being a factor Ryan? Hmm? After all of the fun we had, you’d think that we could be more civil than thaaaaat. (Syn pits the menu down and gives Reaper an evil look) But if you want a good reason, the fact that there are sharp, pointy objects within my reach, I have backup, and your little girlfriend is right next to me, in perfect stabbing distance I might add, should be MORE than enough to convince you. (Syn reaches out towards Bella, who flinches away as Syn brushes a strand of hair out of her face) But if you want to risk losing your “Precious” Bella, AGAIN, then by all means, come at me.
Syn just smirked as Ryan looked like he wanted to kill him, but he knew Syn was right and, more than likely, would follow through with his threat. He was sick enough in the mind to go through with it. Syn, meanwhile, was a bit impressed with himself. Even after all this time, he can still manipulate Ryan like this. It would be funny to him if it weren’t so pathetic (He would probably laugh later though).
Reaper: Fine, what is it you want?
Syn, in a rarity for him, looks very serious.
Syn: A clean slate between you and I.
Reaper gives Syn a look of disbelief, very skeptical of what he is hearing. He wasn’t the only one. Both Bella and Epick looked stunned at this.
Reaper: (Very slowly) So, let me get this straight. After everything that you and I have done to eachother. All of the blood, the battles, the psychological games you played and actually accusing me of unintentionally getting Bella KILLED, you want a truce!?!
Syn clicks his tongue with his teeth, and then gave an unpleasant smile.
Syn: When you put it like that…Yeah, that sounds about right. You forgot to mention tossing me through glass (Syn pulls on his lower left eye lid, showing a red mark on his eye), a piece of which is still embedded in my left eye. But I’m willing to look past that in order to make a truce that would be beneficial for both of us. Because, let’s face it, they (The LW locker room) will view you just as they view me, just like they view Kai, and Just like they view JC here: A guy form WKF trying to make his name off of another company. While I particularly don’t care about their opinions of me, they’ll put that very same label on you, no matter how much you can deny and run away from it. And deep down, you know that I’m right.
Reaper growls, but then starts to think about it as Syn goes back to the menu, trying to think of something to order. JC was watching the entire thing between Syn and Reaper with interest, while Bella was still trying to get away from Syn. Finally, Reaper looked at Syn, who was in the process of ordering some Tea.
Reaper: No tricks with this one?
Syn places the menu down and give Reaper a look.
Syn: If there is one thing that you, above all people, should remember about me Ryan, it’s that I’m a man of my word. But if you want a few days to think it over, I’ll give that to you. How does until the show sound?
Reaper growls at Syn
Reaper: You couldn’t give me a bit more time than that?
Syn smirks, then reaches over and takes a fry off of Bella’s plate and eats it.
Syn: I could, but I have the guiltiest of pleasures in watching you suffer. It entertains me. But you already know that, don’t you.
Syn and Epick both stand up (Syn mockingly gives a farewell bow to the couple) then leave the restaurant without any other conflict. The two go back to Syn’s car, get inside, and drive to their next destination. While Syn was driving, they struck up another conversation.
Epick: So, your plan is to have The Reaper as an ally? How do you know you can trust him?
Syn gives a devilish smile as he turns down another street
Syn: You see JC, that’s the one drawback that people should really worry about when they’re making plans to gain allies. But not me. I know one thing about that, despite the fact that he may hate me, he not only has too much respect for me to attack me without being provoked, and that he knows deep down, every word I said is true.
Epick: You sure that “Making amends” or whatever you’re doing is gonna work?
Syn: No (JC looks confused), which is why I’m giving him until The Show to think it over. (Syn looks thoughtful about something) Oh, and as long as I am in the “Making amends” mood, remind me to visit Nick Taylor in the near future. I mean, I’ve stolen his group, possibly ended his career, and stole his bride-to-be all on his wedding night. The least I can do is make sure he’s comfortable before fading into obscurity.
JC snickers as Syn pulls out of the parking spot and back onto the road as the scene fades out.
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The Scene opens with Syn and Epick pulling into the airport parking lot, Epick looking a bit annoyed and Syn was twitching slightly in agitation.
Syn: I. HATE. Traffic jams.
Epick nodded in agreement as they exit the car and walk towards the airport. They enter the building and had to go through security and a metal detector.
Security guard 1: Please empty all objects from your pockets before stepping through the detector.
Epick went first, taking his Cell-Phone out of his pocket and placed it into a container, before stepping through the machine. He made it without the machine beeping, and quickly got his phone. Now, it was Syn’s turn. Syn emptied out his pockets, and was very aware that the security guard was giving him a strange look: He pulled out a cell phone, 2 switchblades, a sharpened pencil, a piece of paper, and his keys and placed them all in a small container.
Security Guard 2: That’s a lot of sharp objects to be carrying around.
Syn turned to the guard and gave a (False) Sheepish smile, fully intending to lie through his teeth.
Syn: Er, I like to make sure that I’m protected at all times.
Security Guard 2: I can see that with the two switchblades there. But why the extra sharp pencil?
Syn: (Shrugs) I’m an insomniac sir. I write a lot in the night to relieve the stress I feel from not getting enough sleep. The, uh, note there should be enough proof of that.
The guard looked suspicious for a moment, then reached down and picked up the note. Keeping his eyes on Syn, he unfolded the note and handed it to the other security guard who started to read it. Syn waited as the guard reads over his note, and then looks up.
Security Guard 1:It’s clean. It’s only a list of songs.
The second security guard continues to eye Syn suspiciously, and then sighs as he motions for him to go through the detector. Syn walks through and gets no beep, retrieves his things (Again giving a false smile at the guard, who was still eying him), and walks with Epick over to seats that were near the terminal to wait for the plane to land.
Epick: OH! Right! I forgot to tell you. Banks did another promo for the match.
Syn turned around in his seat and rose a brow at Epick, peering over his sunglasses a bit
Syn: Really now? Did he have anything interesting to say?
Epick: Not really. It’s the same thing he said in the first one, except…
Syn: (Very interested) except what?
Epick: Except …he said that you didn’t interest him.
Syn stared blankly at the wall at the moment, not saying anything. He then leaned back and looked up at the ceiling, then back at Epick with a sly smile.
Syn: Weeeeeeell then, it’s a good thing that I brought a camera for later.
Epick was confused by this, but let it go as both he and Syn look and see that Kai’s plane has pulled in and landed. They wait as the passengers disembark the plane, and, finally, see Kai get off of the plane, carrying two suitcases. Syn hops up and goes to greet him.
Syn: Welcome home, little brother. I trust that you’ve shaken off all the ring rust you had?
Kai just gives Syn a nod of acknowledgement, as well as Epick, before the three go to leave the airport. They load all of Kai’s luggage into the trunk, and get into Syn’s car. Syn started the car, and then drove off onto the highway, on their way to the next city as the scene fades to black.
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Syn: August 13th, 2011. That date has been embedded into the minds of every wrestling fan for the last week. Because on that date, Libertarian Wrestling will finally make its long awaited debut. And on the first show, the course that this company takes will be decided in one of the most anticipated matches in recent memory: Syn vs. J.T. Banks vs. Liam Reilly to crown the first ever LW Freedom Champion. And I have a few more thoughts that I’d love to share about the two men who I’ll be facing in that match, particularly, the opponent who seems to think I’m not a very interesting person.
(Syn pauses, then clicks his teeth with his tounge)
Syn: But Banks can wait. Because I think that I’ll start off by talking about the man everyone is interested in hearing from, yet he doesn’t make the slightest sound. That person is the third element to our World Title match, Mr. Liam Reilly. The man whose thoughts everyone wants to hear. Now, as much of an arrogant tool J.T. Banks comes off as, I have to agree with his assessment that there is some disappointment that out of the three of us, the one who stayed quiet is the one who needs to win more than either myself or Banks.
Syn: I’m sure that a few people are wondering what I mean by that last sentence. Well, in order to explain myself, I will need for you to place yourself in Liam’s shoes for a moment (Syn closes his eyes for a moment, imagining it himself): You’re in the biggest match of your career so far, a World Title match at that. You have the unfortunate reputation of, to be honest, pulling a Lebron in every big match that you have competed in so far. Both of your opponents, while they have acknowledged you in the match, have taken the time to focus a bit more on eachother than you. And to top it all off, everyone has written you off as not having a chance of winning a match against a so-called “Legend” and a reigning World Champion. (Syn opens his eyes and gives a very dark smirk) And so far Liam, you haven’t given them any reason to think otherwise.
Syn: And now we move on to Jonathon – You don’t mind me calling you Jonathon, do you? After all, with the little verbal battle between the two of us, I can’t help but feel that I’ve come to know you. But according to you, I haven’t said anything that interests you. (Syn smirks) Good, because I don’t think Leo Hawkins will pay me for pandering to the 3rd man of Da Dynasty. But I’m going to do something else instead. (Syn reaches down, and pulls up The WKF World Heavyweight Title and sets it in his lap) Does this look familiar? I’m pretty sure it should, since you see fit to attack this title and the company it represents every chance you get, but that’s beside the point. You see, I want you to take a very goooooooood look at this title John. I want you to take in every detail that you see on it, from the large centerpiece, to the nice little Glasgow Smile that I carved into it. Because this (Syn growls lightly) will be as close as you’ll EVER get to becoming a World Champion.
Syn: And there’s something else; something that, as the veteran Jonathon, you’ve managed to overlook and somehow forget to mention. I’m sure by now you’re saying to yourself as well as your date “What is this dumbass talking about? I haven’t forgotten anything!” Well, I don’t need to remind you that this is a triple threat match, but what makes a triple threat match: The fact that there are no rules in this match. No count-outs and no disqualifications; which means that from, bell to bell, the only thing that is certain is that this match will end by a pinfall or a submission. Which plays right into my advantage.
Syn: You see, in the last 3 months, I’ve accomplished more than many people can say that they have in years. I’ve ended careers; I’ve left a trail of broken bodies and shattered dreams in my wake, all to become a World Champion. I’m building a legacy of blood in one company, and this Saturday I get the chance to repeat the cycle in another company. And I aim to do just that. Whether I have to go through Liam Reilly, or James Baker’s side project, it doesn’t matter to me. I WILL become LW’s first Freedom Champion.
(Syn looks right into the camera)
Syn: Liam, J.T, Welcome to the Age of Armageddon: There will BE no survivors.
(The camera fades to black)