Post by Syn on Oct 4, 2011 17:26:06 GMT -5
The scene opens up inside of the Gambino’s Ink, a tattoo parlor just on the outer limits of Miami, Florida. Jimmy Gambino, the owner, was bored out of his mind as he watched while his two clients, Bull Connor and Ape Simmons, played a card game in the back storage room. Ever since he, Bull, and Ape had been released from the Wrestling Kings Federation, he had nothing to do really other than a few tats a day and even that got boring after a while. They had tried their hand in another promotion, Libertarian Wrestling, but it had shut down just after one show. He sighs and goes back to watching as Bull won another hand, when the bell on the door rang, signifying that somebody has just entered the parlor. Whoever it was had decided to walk up to his desk and tap his buzzer to get his attention. They tapped it a few more times, irritating all three men.
Bull: JIMMY! GO SEE WHO IT IS!
Jimmy glares at Bull in annoyance
Jimmy: Why the fuck should I get it!?!
Bull: Because it’s your damn tattoo parlor, and you ain’t doin’ jack right now other than watchin’ us play cards. What if it was a customer man?
Jimmy muttered something under his breath, then gets up from his seat and walks out of the storage room. Jimmy walked through the short hallway and up to his desk, but to his annoyance, no one was there in the parlor. He looked around for a moment, even going up to the door and looking out of it, and still saw no one. He sighed in annoyance, before slamming the door shut and walking back to the storage room, where Bull had apparently won another hand.
Bull: So, who was it?
Jimmy: Nobody. Just some punk who was playin’ ding dong ditch I guess. Lucky I didn’t catch him or else I’d-
Ape snorted and cut Jimmy off as he picked up his cards from the table
Ape: You’d what? Run around screamin’, and then call us to take care of it like always?
Bull started laughing at the insult, while Jimmy glared at Ape. Before he could respond however, he was cut off once again, this time by a different voice.
?: (In a very dry, deadpanned manner) Ah ha ha ha ha, hahaha, ha, ha, ha, oh, a-hee-hee, ha ha, oh, hee ha, ahaha.
All three men turned towards the door, Bull and Ape both standing up in case things got violent, but then froze when they saw who the voice belonged to. It was Syn, accompanied by both Alisyn and Kai, standing in the doorway. Syn, who had most of his face covered by the black and grey hoodie he was wearing (Something Syn has done seemingly every time he’s out in public, Jimmy noticed), gave a very blank look as he stared at them.
Syn: And I thought that my dear brother had a very dull sense of humor.
Ape glared at Syn and starts shaking in anger at being mocked, before he starts to walk very menacingly towards him. Jimmy stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
Jimmy: Yo, calm down man! We’re all friends here, right?
Syn raised a brow in amusement at the word “Friend”, while Ape had calmed down.
Ape: Yeah man, I guess you’re right. (Ape turns back to Syn) Sorry about that, I got a bit carried away there.
Syn waved off the apology
Syn: It’s not a problem. You wouldn’t be the first person to, uh, threaten me with bodily harm in recent times.
Ape chuckled at that, while Jimmy turned his attention back to Syn with a questioning look
Jimmy: So, Syn, what brings you here bro? You want another free tattoo or somethin’?
Syn smirks and clasps his hands together while Alisyn and Kai both walk into the room and take a seat.
Syn: No, I’m afraid that this is more of a business matter. Although it could benefit you, as well as myself in the long run.
Now it was Jimmy’s turn to raise a brow. He and Syn had had an “arrangement” while he and Bull were still employed by WKF, and it continued on and off between he and Syn even after he had been released by the company. He motioned to Bull and Ape to sit down, before doing it himself.
Jimmy: So, what’s it all about?
Syn calmly starts pacing for a moment, before he starts to speak.
Syn: It seems as though the lot of us have had a terrible case of poor fortune as of late. With you three, it’s not being able to stay in a federation for a long period of time. With myself (Syn growls slightly) it’s that people have begun to doubt me. Whether it be my falling before Weapon X, or the promotion that I have reigned over gasping its final breath, people have began entertaining the thought that I’ve lost a step somewhere down the line.
Syn stopped speaking for a moment, apparently lost in his thoughts, so Jimmy took a deep breath and to the opportunity to speak.
Jimmy: Yeah. Unfortunately man, that’s all true. So what does that have to do with the business that you want to talk with me?
Syn turned his attention back to, an eerie smile finding its way back onto his face.
Syn: I’m sure that you have talked to Terrell Ryder about contracts for Bull and Ape in the newly resurrected Elite Class Championship Wrestling, have you not? (Jimmy nods slowly) Then what I’m asking is relatively simple: we continue our little agreement that we struck up during my battles with Ryan, a little “You help me, I help you”, if you will.
Jimmy thought about it for a moment, and then looked at Syn.
Jimmy: So you want an alliance again?
Syn nods slowly, his eyes never leaving Jimmy’s (Which kinda creeped him out a bit).
Syn: Yes. That’s not going to be too much of a (Syn clicks his teeth with his tongue) problem, hmm?
Jimmy: Of course not! Why didn’t you say this in the beginning man? Of course I’d do it (Jimmy looked down for a moment), but only because I don’t really have a choice.
Jimmy looked up at Syn to see how he would react to his little joke, and he saw Syn frown at it. Alisyn and Kai frowned as well, causing him to sigh.
Jimmy: Just kidding man. It would be a serious honor to work with you again.
Syn gave a darks smile, before he turned his attention to both Bull and Ape.
Syn: And what about you two?
Bull and Ape both look at eachother, then gave Syn a look of confusion.
Bull: What do you mean?
Jimmy sighed and palmed his face in embarrassment, while Alisyn giggled and Kai raised a brow in dark amusement. Syn twitched slightly in mild annoyance, before leaning onto the table, staring directly into Bull’s eyes as he spoke.
Syn: Do either yourself or Ape have a problem with our little, uh, arrangement?
Bull: OH! Nah, we’re cool. Right Ape?
Ape: Yeah. We’re in.
Syn gave a very sinister smile as he and Jimmy shook hands on the agreement. He, Alisyn and Kai had stayed a bit longer (With Alisyn jumping into Bull and Ape’s game and winning 6 hands in a row), before leaving. As they all got into Syn’s Mustang, Kai spoke up.
Kai: Do you think it is wise to place your trust in these three, brother?
Syn pauses for a moment as Kai spoke. He doesn’t say anything, so Kai takes this as an invitation to continue
Kai: I understand that they proved useful in the past, but beyond that I don’t see the merit of having those three as allies.
Alisyn watched the exchange from the back seat with interest, wondering how this would play out. Syn calmly put the key in the ignition and started the car, before turning back to Kai with an unidentified look on his face, before giving Kai a chilling smile.
Syn: Everything I do, no matter how random it may first appear, I do for a specific reason Kai. You know this better than anyone. My reasons for this little deal will be clear soon enough.
Kai just nodded, dropping the subject for now.
Syn: Now, with that out of the way, why don’t we visit an old acquaintance of ours, hmm? After all, I’m sure that he can use the company.
Syn gave a dark chuckle as he pulled out of his parking spot, then drove off into the sunset, with more evil intentions flowing through his mind.
--------------------------------------------------- (Norton’s Hospital: Louisville, Kentucky, 36 hours later) ----------------------------
The scene opened back up inside of room 209 in Norton’s Hospital, where Nick Taylor is resting, thinking over the last few months. He has been laid up here for nearly two months with a broken collar bone and a pinched nerve in his neck due to HIS actions on his wedding night. Ever since then, he’s lost it all: His fiancé, his faction, and even his career. Everything that was important and had value to him was stripped away all in the matter of a few seconds, all because of him. He swore that when he was able, he would return and make his life a living hell for what he put him through. He was pulled from his thoughts as the door opened and a Doctor, wearing light blue scrubs, a mask, and a hair net, walked into his room, holding his medical chart. Following him were two other doctors, one male and one female, wearing the same thing. He had been so wrapped up in his thoughts; that he forgot he was having an operation on the pinched nerve.
Doctor 1: Ah, Mr. Taylor. How are you on this fine morning?
Nick looked over at the doctor
Nick: Fine doc, but I thought that it was Dr. Richardson who was handling my procedure?
The Doctor didn’t look up from the chart as the other two go outside for a moment, most likely to get the tools.
Doctor 1: Ah, Richardson got called up to the fifth floor by administration at the last moment for a meeting, so I’ll be handling it. I’m Dr. Mark Ledger.
Nick nodded in understanding, before relaxing a bit as the other two doctors re entered the room, the male Doctor with a try of tools and other objects, and the nurse with a neatly folded stack of sheets and blankets. The lead Doctor continued to look at his chart, before speaking again.
Doctor 1: Now, I’m looking your charts over and it says you gained these injuries while working. How did that occur?
Nick glared at the ceiling as he remembered what happened all over again.
Nick: Let’s just say that I learned a lesson on who my friends were that night and leave it at that.
Doctor 1: Ah, I see.
The room went silent after that as the Doctors prepared him for surgery. Everything looked to be in place, when the lead Doctor suddenly looked over to him and spoke.
Doctor 1: Before I start, do you mind if I ask a question? (Nick motions for him to ask) Ah, excellent! I just wanted to ask…(The “Doctor’s” voice changes from upbeat and friendly to a pitched, eerie growl)...why it is that you ever thought of me as a “Friend”?
Nick’s eyes snapped open, and he slowly looked up at the Doctor. He looked him in the eyes, and nearly jumped out of the bed in shock as he stared right into those familiar, shock-bright green eyes that have haunted him over the last two and a half months. The “Doctor” slowly peels off his mask, revealing himself. It was Syn, who was giving Nick a very dark smile. He yanks the hair net off of his head and runs a hand through his hair, before sitting down in the chair next to Nick. He looked over at the other two “Doctors”, and motioned for them to reveal themselves. They both un-masked, to show reveal Kai and Alisyn, Alisyn smiling in a sickeningly sweet (If somewhat sinister) way, while Kai remained stoic as ever. Nick snaps out of his shock and tries to attack Syn, but stops and clutches his shoulder in pain as Syn shakes his head in disappointment.
Syn: So, strapped to a hospital bed with an IV pumping a few un-named drugs into your system, Injured, outnumbered, outsmarted, and staring into the eyes of the man who took everything you could possibly think of, and more, away from you. I'm hazarding a guess here, but, uh (Syn clicks his tongue with his teeth, then smiles in an unpleasant manner)... not exactly the way you'd imagined our next meeting turning out, is it Nicky?
Nick snarled at Syn and again reached out, ignoring the immense pain coursing through his shoulder as he tried to grab at Syn, who was about a finger tip’s length away. Syn just sat there, taking a sick pleasure in watching him strain his arm to reach him.
Nick: You backstabbing, traitorous son of a bitch!!! I’ll kill you for what you did to me!!!
Syn moves his head back slightly to avoid Nick’s hand as Nick continued to try to reach, claw, and grab at him. Finally, after a moment, Nick seems to be slowly fading, stopping his attempts to attack Syn and on the verge of slipping into unconsciousness. Syn notices this and gives a sinister smile.
Syn: Ah, it looks like it’s finally starting to take effect. I’m actually a bit surprised that you managed to go this long without yelling out in pain due to your arm, let alone not noticing the meds slowly starting to get to you. (Syn stands up and puts on another surgery mask) Oh well, I guess all good things must come to an end.
Syn went to walk over to the trey of tools, but Nick stopped him.
Nick: W-why? (Syn pauses and slowly looks over his shoulder at him) I-I gave you a spot in my group sa my second in command, helped you become a feared name, and even helped win a World Title. ALL IN YOUR FIRST SIX MONTHS!!! Yet you show me thanks my taking over my group, nearly ending my career, and stealing my Fiancé!?! How could you turn on ME of all people!?! HOW!?!
Syn stood there for a moment, before he lowered the mask and frowned at Nick.
Syn: There are a number of reasons why Nick, we both know that, but I think there are two very small reasons why I’ve done what I did. I don’t enjoy being used by anyone, nor am I anyone’s second in command. (Syn walks over to the bed and leans down to where he’s face to face with Nick) I told you from the moment you tried to recruit me that I’m not an individual that you should place your trust in, because one day I would break it. You not only neglected to heed my warning, you gained the absurd notion that you and I were kindred spirits, friends even. And look at the result: Lila has dumped you, you have no allies, and you’ve been used ten times over. (Syn leans in next to nicks ear) All that’s left for you to do is fade into obscurity and let it overcome you.
Syn leans away just as Nick finally succumbs to the contents of the IV bag, a grim smile on his face as he pulls his mask back up and looks over to the other two.
Syn: Alright, now that the predictable part is over (Syn claps his hands together) let’s get on with what we came here to do.
Alisyn: Syn, wait. (Syn and Kai both pause and look at her) Not to question you, or anything of the sort…but are you certain that you want to do this particular procedure?
Syn raises an eyebrow in amusement at Alisyn
Syn: It was either this or I Lobotomize him. And despite the fact that I am on (Syn pauses to think of how to phrase this) Ill terms with Nick, so to speak, I rather like him to be fully functional in the mind.
Alisyn: But an appendectomy?
Syn gives her a blank look.
Syn: It was the only thing that wouldn’t kill him……well, not right away at least.
Alisyn wanted to ask WHY he wanted to keep Nick alive, but decided against asking as she and Kai walked over to join him at Nick’s bedside. Kai calmly handed Syn a scalpel, causing Syn to give a very grim smile as he looked at it.
Syn: Time to play a little “friendly” game of Doctor.
Syn cackled madly as he brought the scalpel down, and the scene ended with Syn’s laughter still being heard, along with the very disturbing sound of flesh being sliced open.
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The scene opened up with Syn standing on top of a very tall building, his back turned to the camera for a moment as he gazed down at the city below.
Syn: It seems as though there has been much talk in the wrestling world over the last 3 months. With the demise of WKF, the very brief tenure of Libertarian Wrestling, (Syn turns around, revealing the green, white, and black facepaint he’s wearing, with a smirk on his face) and the resurrection of Elite Class Championship Wrestling, the same federation that housed names such as James Baker and his Dynasty, Phillip Mustang, Ashley Rose, and Jamie Synn, and countless others. And I have the (Syn pauses) pleasure, of adding my name to that list, along with that, a chance to face the best of the past, present, and future of professional wrestling.
Syn: And this brings me to my opponent, “The White Knight of PCW”, Mariano Fernandez. Now, while you may not know very much about little ole’ me Mariano, (Syn gives a sinister smile) I happen to know a fair bit about you. I know about your classic battles with the likes of James Baker and Terry Richards, to your, uh, blood feud with Rob Osbourne, all the way to achieving the ultimate in this industry when you were inducted into the Hall of Fame. (Syn’s smile widened) Yes, with your status in the wrestling world, it would be hard not to know about you, and your impressive list of accolades and foes.
Syn steps away from the ledge of the building and slowly walks to the center of the roof, his smile never leaving his face.
Syn: Unlike many of your, uh, past opponents and enemies, however, I won’t insult you with ridiculous claims about your personal life, bring your allies (Syn gives a sinister smile) or you beloved into this, or anything of that nature into our battle. Why? Because once inside of that ring, nothing else matters other than the story that is told as we push ourselves to the very limits of our being. I could lower myself and do such things, but it wouldn’t accomplish anything other than making me look like a fool. Not to mention that I don’t intend to turn this personal unless you give me probable cause, and I think you’re a bit too Nobel for that to be honest. Although, I have to admit that I AM a small bit annoyed by the fact that after your (Syn clicks his teeth with his tongue, before he calmly sat cross-legged in the middle of the roof) “Analysis” that the only things that you could say about me were facts that many people can conclude after seeing me only one time: That I’m obviously not a very nice person to many, and that I am heavily influenced by Heath Ledger’s Joker. Not only that, but your solution to “get inside of my mind”, as you put it, was to dawn the cape and cowl. (Syn shakes his head in disappointment) If it weren’t for the fact that it was highly amusing to watch, I’d be insulted by the whole thing.
Syn’s expression changed turned into a frown and his eyes flashed for a moment, all trace of amusement forgotten.
Syn: But no, no that’s now what got to me. What got me was your idea, a very dim joke or not, was that it was as simple as comparing me to The Joker and that by dressing up as Batman, you could somehow gain an insight into what goes on inside of MY mind. Like there was some rabbit hole you could follow me down to understanding, just because of simple influence? (Syn’s frown deepens as he leans forward slightly) Let me let you in on a small piece of exactly why it is that I was in the Wrestling King’s Federation.
Syn: You see, I committed a long slew of atrocities in my time in that company: I’ve ended careers, betrayed those around me, and even managed to psychologically drain “The Reaper” to the point that in order to escape it, he had no other alternative but to join me. But none of those small acts compare to my first indiscriminant Act of Violence: The Hanging of Cory Allen. (Syn’s sinister smile comes back full force) Do you know what it’s like Mariano, to see the life of another human being drain from his eyes? Too see him struggle and fight for his very life, only to come to the very grim realization that he could do NOTHING to save himself. But that isn’t why I will remember that night so well. No, the reason why is because of what I did to the viewing audience in the process: a ripple was cast into the subconscious of every viewer of that night, leaving an emotional scar; A horrid memory that would cause even the mighty to tremble, along with a laugh that will haunt their deepest, darkest nightmares until their dying day.
Syn’s eyes had glassed over slightly as he remembered the night so well, and he was silent for a few moments. Finally he shook himself out of it and looked into the camera, a rare look of seriousness on his face.
Syn: Mariano, the only thing that stopped me in WKF was that it had shut down, and even then I’ve made sure that I was in control until the very last moment. Nothing will stop me from doing the same in ECCW. (Syn leans forward and is staring right into the camera) NOTHING.
Syn stands up and looks around a moment, before pulling out a match from his pants pocket. He strikes it, then tosses it to the ground and watched as it spread and began forming something. The camera zoomed out, and showed exactly what it was that the camera had formed: The letters “D.O.S”. Syn chuckled for a moment, before he let out an insane, high pitched laughter. The scene faded to black as Syn continued to laugh, standing amid the fire as it burned all around him.
Bull: JIMMY! GO SEE WHO IT IS!
Jimmy glares at Bull in annoyance
Jimmy: Why the fuck should I get it!?!
Bull: Because it’s your damn tattoo parlor, and you ain’t doin’ jack right now other than watchin’ us play cards. What if it was a customer man?
Jimmy muttered something under his breath, then gets up from his seat and walks out of the storage room. Jimmy walked through the short hallway and up to his desk, but to his annoyance, no one was there in the parlor. He looked around for a moment, even going up to the door and looking out of it, and still saw no one. He sighed in annoyance, before slamming the door shut and walking back to the storage room, where Bull had apparently won another hand.
Bull: So, who was it?
Jimmy: Nobody. Just some punk who was playin’ ding dong ditch I guess. Lucky I didn’t catch him or else I’d-
Ape snorted and cut Jimmy off as he picked up his cards from the table
Ape: You’d what? Run around screamin’, and then call us to take care of it like always?
Bull started laughing at the insult, while Jimmy glared at Ape. Before he could respond however, he was cut off once again, this time by a different voice.
?: (In a very dry, deadpanned manner) Ah ha ha ha ha, hahaha, ha, ha, ha, oh, a-hee-hee, ha ha, oh, hee ha, ahaha. All three men turned towards the door, Bull and Ape both standing up in case things got violent, but then froze when they saw who the voice belonged to. It was Syn, accompanied by both Alisyn and Kai, standing in the doorway. Syn, who had most of his face covered by the black and grey hoodie he was wearing (Something Syn has done seemingly every time he’s out in public, Jimmy noticed), gave a very blank look as he stared at them.
Syn: And I thought that my dear brother had a very dull sense of humor.
Ape glared at Syn and starts shaking in anger at being mocked, before he starts to walk very menacingly towards him. Jimmy stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
Jimmy: Yo, calm down man! We’re all friends here, right?
Syn raised a brow in amusement at the word “Friend”, while Ape had calmed down.
Ape: Yeah man, I guess you’re right. (Ape turns back to Syn) Sorry about that, I got a bit carried away there.
Syn waved off the apology
Syn: It’s not a problem. You wouldn’t be the first person to, uh, threaten me with bodily harm in recent times.
Ape chuckled at that, while Jimmy turned his attention back to Syn with a questioning look
Jimmy: So, Syn, what brings you here bro? You want another free tattoo or somethin’?
Syn smirks and clasps his hands together while Alisyn and Kai both walk into the room and take a seat.
Syn: No, I’m afraid that this is more of a business matter. Although it could benefit you, as well as myself in the long run.
Now it was Jimmy’s turn to raise a brow. He and Syn had had an “arrangement” while he and Bull were still employed by WKF, and it continued on and off between he and Syn even after he had been released by the company. He motioned to Bull and Ape to sit down, before doing it himself.
Jimmy: So, what’s it all about?
Syn calmly starts pacing for a moment, before he starts to speak.
Syn: It seems as though the lot of us have had a terrible case of poor fortune as of late. With you three, it’s not being able to stay in a federation for a long period of time. With myself (Syn growls slightly) it’s that people have begun to doubt me. Whether it be my falling before Weapon X, or the promotion that I have reigned over gasping its final breath, people have began entertaining the thought that I’ve lost a step somewhere down the line.
Syn stopped speaking for a moment, apparently lost in his thoughts, so Jimmy took a deep breath and to the opportunity to speak.
Jimmy: Yeah. Unfortunately man, that’s all true. So what does that have to do with the business that you want to talk with me?
Syn turned his attention back to, an eerie smile finding its way back onto his face.
Syn: I’m sure that you have talked to Terrell Ryder about contracts for Bull and Ape in the newly resurrected Elite Class Championship Wrestling, have you not? (Jimmy nods slowly) Then what I’m asking is relatively simple: we continue our little agreement that we struck up during my battles with Ryan, a little “You help me, I help you”, if you will.
Jimmy thought about it for a moment, and then looked at Syn.
Jimmy: So you want an alliance again?
Syn nods slowly, his eyes never leaving Jimmy’s (Which kinda creeped him out a bit).
Syn: Yes. That’s not going to be too much of a (Syn clicks his teeth with his tongue) problem, hmm?
Jimmy: Of course not! Why didn’t you say this in the beginning man? Of course I’d do it (Jimmy looked down for a moment), but only because I don’t really have a choice.
Jimmy looked up at Syn to see how he would react to his little joke, and he saw Syn frown at it. Alisyn and Kai frowned as well, causing him to sigh.
Jimmy: Just kidding man. It would be a serious honor to work with you again.
Syn gave a darks smile, before he turned his attention to both Bull and Ape.
Syn: And what about you two?
Bull and Ape both look at eachother, then gave Syn a look of confusion.
Bull: What do you mean?
Jimmy sighed and palmed his face in embarrassment, while Alisyn giggled and Kai raised a brow in dark amusement. Syn twitched slightly in mild annoyance, before leaning onto the table, staring directly into Bull’s eyes as he spoke.
Syn: Do either yourself or Ape have a problem with our little, uh, arrangement?
Bull: OH! Nah, we’re cool. Right Ape?
Ape: Yeah. We’re in.
Syn gave a very sinister smile as he and Jimmy shook hands on the agreement. He, Alisyn and Kai had stayed a bit longer (With Alisyn jumping into Bull and Ape’s game and winning 6 hands in a row), before leaving. As they all got into Syn’s Mustang, Kai spoke up.
Kai: Do you think it is wise to place your trust in these three, brother?
Syn pauses for a moment as Kai spoke. He doesn’t say anything, so Kai takes this as an invitation to continue
Kai: I understand that they proved useful in the past, but beyond that I don’t see the merit of having those three as allies.
Alisyn watched the exchange from the back seat with interest, wondering how this would play out. Syn calmly put the key in the ignition and started the car, before turning back to Kai with an unidentified look on his face, before giving Kai a chilling smile.
Syn: Everything I do, no matter how random it may first appear, I do for a specific reason Kai. You know this better than anyone. My reasons for this little deal will be clear soon enough.
Kai just nodded, dropping the subject for now.
Syn: Now, with that out of the way, why don’t we visit an old acquaintance of ours, hmm? After all, I’m sure that he can use the company.
Syn gave a dark chuckle as he pulled out of his parking spot, then drove off into the sunset, with more evil intentions flowing through his mind.
--------------------------------------------------- (Norton’s Hospital: Louisville, Kentucky, 36 hours later) ----------------------------
The scene opened back up inside of room 209 in Norton’s Hospital, where Nick Taylor is resting, thinking over the last few months. He has been laid up here for nearly two months with a broken collar bone and a pinched nerve in his neck due to HIS actions on his wedding night. Ever since then, he’s lost it all: His fiancé, his faction, and even his career. Everything that was important and had value to him was stripped away all in the matter of a few seconds, all because of him. He swore that when he was able, he would return and make his life a living hell for what he put him through. He was pulled from his thoughts as the door opened and a Doctor, wearing light blue scrubs, a mask, and a hair net, walked into his room, holding his medical chart. Following him were two other doctors, one male and one female, wearing the same thing. He had been so wrapped up in his thoughts; that he forgot he was having an operation on the pinched nerve.
Doctor 1: Ah, Mr. Taylor. How are you on this fine morning?
Nick looked over at the doctor
Nick: Fine doc, but I thought that it was Dr. Richardson who was handling my procedure?
The Doctor didn’t look up from the chart as the other two go outside for a moment, most likely to get the tools.
Doctor 1: Ah, Richardson got called up to the fifth floor by administration at the last moment for a meeting, so I’ll be handling it. I’m Dr. Mark Ledger.
Nick nodded in understanding, before relaxing a bit as the other two doctors re entered the room, the male Doctor with a try of tools and other objects, and the nurse with a neatly folded stack of sheets and blankets. The lead Doctor continued to look at his chart, before speaking again.
Doctor 1: Now, I’m looking your charts over and it says you gained these injuries while working. How did that occur?
Nick glared at the ceiling as he remembered what happened all over again.
Nick: Let’s just say that I learned a lesson on who my friends were that night and leave it at that.
Doctor 1: Ah, I see.
The room went silent after that as the Doctors prepared him for surgery. Everything looked to be in place, when the lead Doctor suddenly looked over to him and spoke.
Doctor 1: Before I start, do you mind if I ask a question? (Nick motions for him to ask) Ah, excellent! I just wanted to ask…(The “Doctor’s” voice changes from upbeat and friendly to a pitched, eerie growl)...why it is that you ever thought of me as a “Friend”?
Nick’s eyes snapped open, and he slowly looked up at the Doctor. He looked him in the eyes, and nearly jumped out of the bed in shock as he stared right into those familiar, shock-bright green eyes that have haunted him over the last two and a half months. The “Doctor” slowly peels off his mask, revealing himself. It was Syn, who was giving Nick a very dark smile. He yanks the hair net off of his head and runs a hand through his hair, before sitting down in the chair next to Nick. He looked over at the other two “Doctors”, and motioned for them to reveal themselves. They both un-masked, to show reveal Kai and Alisyn, Alisyn smiling in a sickeningly sweet (If somewhat sinister) way, while Kai remained stoic as ever. Nick snaps out of his shock and tries to attack Syn, but stops and clutches his shoulder in pain as Syn shakes his head in disappointment.
Syn: So, strapped to a hospital bed with an IV pumping a few un-named drugs into your system, Injured, outnumbered, outsmarted, and staring into the eyes of the man who took everything you could possibly think of, and more, away from you. I'm hazarding a guess here, but, uh (Syn clicks his tongue with his teeth, then smiles in an unpleasant manner)... not exactly the way you'd imagined our next meeting turning out, is it Nicky?
Nick snarled at Syn and again reached out, ignoring the immense pain coursing through his shoulder as he tried to grab at Syn, who was about a finger tip’s length away. Syn just sat there, taking a sick pleasure in watching him strain his arm to reach him.
Nick: You backstabbing, traitorous son of a bitch!!! I’ll kill you for what you did to me!!!
Syn moves his head back slightly to avoid Nick’s hand as Nick continued to try to reach, claw, and grab at him. Finally, after a moment, Nick seems to be slowly fading, stopping his attempts to attack Syn and on the verge of slipping into unconsciousness. Syn notices this and gives a sinister smile.
Syn: Ah, it looks like it’s finally starting to take effect. I’m actually a bit surprised that you managed to go this long without yelling out in pain due to your arm, let alone not noticing the meds slowly starting to get to you. (Syn stands up and puts on another surgery mask) Oh well, I guess all good things must come to an end.
Syn went to walk over to the trey of tools, but Nick stopped him.
Nick: W-why? (Syn pauses and slowly looks over his shoulder at him) I-I gave you a spot in my group sa my second in command, helped you become a feared name, and even helped win a World Title. ALL IN YOUR FIRST SIX MONTHS!!! Yet you show me thanks my taking over my group, nearly ending my career, and stealing my Fiancé!?! How could you turn on ME of all people!?! HOW!?!
Syn stood there for a moment, before he lowered the mask and frowned at Nick.
Syn: There are a number of reasons why Nick, we both know that, but I think there are two very small reasons why I’ve done what I did. I don’t enjoy being used by anyone, nor am I anyone’s second in command. (Syn walks over to the bed and leans down to where he’s face to face with Nick) I told you from the moment you tried to recruit me that I’m not an individual that you should place your trust in, because one day I would break it. You not only neglected to heed my warning, you gained the absurd notion that you and I were kindred spirits, friends even. And look at the result: Lila has dumped you, you have no allies, and you’ve been used ten times over. (Syn leans in next to nicks ear) All that’s left for you to do is fade into obscurity and let it overcome you.
Syn leans away just as Nick finally succumbs to the contents of the IV bag, a grim smile on his face as he pulls his mask back up and looks over to the other two.
Syn: Alright, now that the predictable part is over (Syn claps his hands together) let’s get on with what we came here to do.
Alisyn: Syn, wait. (Syn and Kai both pause and look at her) Not to question you, or anything of the sort…but are you certain that you want to do this particular procedure?
Syn raises an eyebrow in amusement at Alisyn
Syn: It was either this or I Lobotomize him. And despite the fact that I am on (Syn pauses to think of how to phrase this) Ill terms with Nick, so to speak, I rather like him to be fully functional in the mind.
Alisyn: But an appendectomy?
Syn gives her a blank look.
Syn: It was the only thing that wouldn’t kill him……well, not right away at least.
Alisyn wanted to ask WHY he wanted to keep Nick alive, but decided against asking as she and Kai walked over to join him at Nick’s bedside. Kai calmly handed Syn a scalpel, causing Syn to give a very grim smile as he looked at it.
Syn: Time to play a little “friendly” game of Doctor.
Syn cackled madly as he brought the scalpel down, and the scene ended with Syn’s laughter still being heard, along with the very disturbing sound of flesh being sliced open.
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The scene opened up with Syn standing on top of a very tall building, his back turned to the camera for a moment as he gazed down at the city below.
Syn: It seems as though there has been much talk in the wrestling world over the last 3 months. With the demise of WKF, the very brief tenure of Libertarian Wrestling, (Syn turns around, revealing the green, white, and black facepaint he’s wearing, with a smirk on his face) and the resurrection of Elite Class Championship Wrestling, the same federation that housed names such as James Baker and his Dynasty, Phillip Mustang, Ashley Rose, and Jamie Synn, and countless others. And I have the (Syn pauses) pleasure, of adding my name to that list, along with that, a chance to face the best of the past, present, and future of professional wrestling.
Syn: And this brings me to my opponent, “The White Knight of PCW”, Mariano Fernandez. Now, while you may not know very much about little ole’ me Mariano, (Syn gives a sinister smile) I happen to know a fair bit about you. I know about your classic battles with the likes of James Baker and Terry Richards, to your, uh, blood feud with Rob Osbourne, all the way to achieving the ultimate in this industry when you were inducted into the Hall of Fame. (Syn’s smile widened) Yes, with your status in the wrestling world, it would be hard not to know about you, and your impressive list of accolades and foes.
Syn steps away from the ledge of the building and slowly walks to the center of the roof, his smile never leaving his face.
Syn: Unlike many of your, uh, past opponents and enemies, however, I won’t insult you with ridiculous claims about your personal life, bring your allies (Syn gives a sinister smile) or you beloved into this, or anything of that nature into our battle. Why? Because once inside of that ring, nothing else matters other than the story that is told as we push ourselves to the very limits of our being. I could lower myself and do such things, but it wouldn’t accomplish anything other than making me look like a fool. Not to mention that I don’t intend to turn this personal unless you give me probable cause, and I think you’re a bit too Nobel for that to be honest. Although, I have to admit that I AM a small bit annoyed by the fact that after your (Syn clicks his teeth with his tongue, before he calmly sat cross-legged in the middle of the roof) “Analysis” that the only things that you could say about me were facts that many people can conclude after seeing me only one time: That I’m obviously not a very nice person to many, and that I am heavily influenced by Heath Ledger’s Joker. Not only that, but your solution to “get inside of my mind”, as you put it, was to dawn the cape and cowl. (Syn shakes his head in disappointment) If it weren’t for the fact that it was highly amusing to watch, I’d be insulted by the whole thing.
Syn’s expression changed turned into a frown and his eyes flashed for a moment, all trace of amusement forgotten.
Syn: But no, no that’s now what got to me. What got me was your idea, a very dim joke or not, was that it was as simple as comparing me to The Joker and that by dressing up as Batman, you could somehow gain an insight into what goes on inside of MY mind. Like there was some rabbit hole you could follow me down to understanding, just because of simple influence? (Syn’s frown deepens as he leans forward slightly) Let me let you in on a small piece of exactly why it is that I was in the Wrestling King’s Federation.
Syn: You see, I committed a long slew of atrocities in my time in that company: I’ve ended careers, betrayed those around me, and even managed to psychologically drain “The Reaper” to the point that in order to escape it, he had no other alternative but to join me. But none of those small acts compare to my first indiscriminant Act of Violence: The Hanging of Cory Allen. (Syn’s sinister smile comes back full force) Do you know what it’s like Mariano, to see the life of another human being drain from his eyes? Too see him struggle and fight for his very life, only to come to the very grim realization that he could do NOTHING to save himself. But that isn’t why I will remember that night so well. No, the reason why is because of what I did to the viewing audience in the process: a ripple was cast into the subconscious of every viewer of that night, leaving an emotional scar; A horrid memory that would cause even the mighty to tremble, along with a laugh that will haunt their deepest, darkest nightmares until their dying day.
Syn’s eyes had glassed over slightly as he remembered the night so well, and he was silent for a few moments. Finally he shook himself out of it and looked into the camera, a rare look of seriousness on his face.
Syn: Mariano, the only thing that stopped me in WKF was that it had shut down, and even then I’ve made sure that I was in control until the very last moment. Nothing will stop me from doing the same in ECCW. (Syn leans forward and is staring right into the camera) NOTHING.
Syn stands up and looks around a moment, before pulling out a match from his pants pocket. He strikes it, then tosses it to the ground and watched as it spread and began forming something. The camera zoomed out, and showed exactly what it was that the camera had formed: The letters “D.O.S”. Syn chuckled for a moment, before he let out an insane, high pitched laughter. The scene faded to black as Syn continued to laugh, standing amid the fire as it burned all around him.
