Post by Syn on Dec 5, 2012 21:52:36 GMT -5
The scene opened up inside of a very dark room, devoid of any light or sound. There, we see a small figure laying on what appears to be a long table. The figure was dressed in small purple tights, black boots with green kick-pads, and had blonde, green, and black dyed hair. It was the imposter Syn, strapped down to the table and unconscious. The diminutive version of Syn moaned slightly, before he managed to open his eyes. He tried to move, but found his wrists and body was strapped down to the table.
Imposter Syn: Wh-where am I? Why can’t I move? Why can’t I see?
The former Imposter Syn tried to move again, but stopped when he felt the straps that were holding him down cutting into his wrist. He tried to move his head to look around, but he began coughing as the strap around his neck tightened with every movement he made. The only thing he could really move was his legs, but they were on the thing that he was strapped to, so that was of little help. The panic he felt was growing steadily by the minute. Where was he? What had happened to him? Logan tried to calm down and think about what he was doing before he ended up here. He remembered running from something, and being in as much fear as he is in now. Then he saw a pair of weird, bright green eyes and he woke up here. Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming towards the room he was in, followed by voices.
: Why the hell do I gotta dress like a fuckin’ idiot for!?! Usually it’s Kai that goes along with this shit! Not me!
The Imposter heard a second voice, this one being that of a young female.
: Because you were asked. Now stop complaining, Jimmy. We have things we must attend to.
Logan had the vague thought that these voices sounded oddly familiar as they continued to speak.
Jimmy: [whining] I look like a fuckin’ geek in this get up, Alisyn! Why couldn’t Kai or Jin be the second nurse? Why me? Fuck, even those two fat bastards Bull and Ape would be better at this shit than me!
The female, now identified as Alisyn, gave a weary sigh of annoyance, before she answered.
Alisyn: [Annoyed] BECAUSE Jimmy, Kai is training for his Tag Team Title Defense against Bull and Ape, as well as The Battlefield Match. And you know as well as I do that he would never allow Jin to partake in any of these “Activities” that we do. And above all else, you AGREED to do this. So, stop your whining and come on. We have work that must be done.
The Imposter Syn heard Jimmy grumbling under his breath as the footsteps got closer and closer to where ever it is he is. He stayed quiet and closed his eyes, hoping to feign sleep so that he could figure out where he was, and who it was that had taken him. He heard the door open and the two people walk inside, before a bright light suddenly came on above him, nearly forcing him to open his eyes. He heard one of them walk close to him and sit down on the edge of the bed.
Jimmy: So, what’s gonna happen to ‘em? He just gonna torture ‘em a bit, or is he gonna…..
The Imposter heard Alisyn cut Jimmy off.
Alisyn: He’s more than likely going to do the same thing to these two that he did to Nick Taylor, yes.
Alisyn made a sound of disgust as she said this, while Jimmy gave a low whistle.
Jimmy: Wow. He must be pissed…..er, as pissed as the guy gets. I mean, he’s gonna do THAT to a midget? Thats fucked up on so many levels.
The Imposter had to stop himself from shouting indignantly at the man by remembering that he was in danger, before Alisyn replied to Jimmy’s remark.
Alisyn: I agree. While I’ve learned never to question his methods, even I think this may be a little extreme, all things considered.
While the two continued to speak about this mystery person’s mood, The Imposter, while he was pretending to still be asleep, was now terrified. He now realized who it was that kidnapped him, and he now remembered what it was that led to it. If he could foresee what would happen to him, what kind of situation he would end up in like the one he was in now, he would have never agreed to the idea that Curtis Wilkes and Yoshiru Long presented to him. He would have refused, walked away, and continue on as a nameless stagehand backstage. Now, he was trapped in God knows where, strapped to some sort of table, waiting for this monster that walked around in human form to come and do horrible, unspeakable things to him. He paused in his thoughts as he listened back in to the conversation between Jimmy and Alisyn.
Jimmy: So where is he!? I don’t wanna be around when he wants to do THAT to them!
Alisyn sighed from her end.
Alisyn: He’ll be here, Jimmy. Be patient. He’s on his way.
Suddenly, much to The Small Man’s ever growing horror, a soft yet sinister sounding voice suddenly came from his right.
: [Silkily] Or, I could already be here.
The imposter’s breath hitched in his throat as he heard Jimmy yelp in fright, before he jumped off the edge of the bed. Logan silently prayed that the person wasn’t who he feared it to be, but his prayers went unanswered as Jimmy spoke.
Jimmy: Syn! What the fuck, man!?! Have you been in that corner the entire time!?!
The Imposter’s heart began hammering inside of his chest as he felt a hand lay itself on his forearm as Syn answered.
Syn: Yes. I’ve been here the entire time. Haven’t I, Mr. Imposer?
The Imposter Syn flinched at being found out, and slowly opened his eyes, knowing that his attempt at feigning sleep had been exposed. The first thing he noticed as he opened his eyes and looked all around him was that he was strapped to a medical table, and inside of a newish looking operating room, with a medical table sitting right at the side of his bed. He then noticed that, not too far from where he was laying, that half of the room had been curtained off. He briefly wondered why, but then remembered Alisyn’s words from earlier. There was someone else in here with him, prepared to go through the exact same fate. But why had they not heard his cries for help? Why had they not responded? These thoughts immediately left his head as his eyes finally went to his captors. The first person he noticed was Alisyn. She had her long black and blonde hair pulled into a pony tail and had dark blue hospital scrubs on, which contrasted against her pale complexion. His eyes then turned to Jimmy Gambino, who looked even more out of place than Alisyn did. Jimmy still had his large, spiky Mohawk and multitude of tattoos covering his small, thin frame, and was wearing the same colored Scrubs that Alisyn was. His eyes then went over to Syn. Syn’s entire body was covered by the white lab coat he was wearing, and his face was hidden by a small mask that covered up his nose and mouth. His shoulder length blonde and green hair hung loosely around his face to obscure it more. And Syn’s unearthly, shock bright green eyes were peering down at him in dark amusement, watching him the entire time that he was looking around the room. Syn removed his hand from Logan’s forearm and continued to look down at the small man in dark, thinly veiled amusement.
Syn: Taking in the sights, Mr. Little-Syn? I’m afraid that there is nothing noteworthy to look at in this room….well, not yet at least.
Logan said nothing as he tried to free himself once again as Syn walked around the table, his eyes never leaving the small little man strapped to the medical bed. Once Syn got to the other side, he slowly leaned down to where he was face to face with his imposter, who stopped struggling and was looking at Syn in fear.
Syn: Logan Pierce.
The little man’s eye’s widened in horror as he looked at Syn.
Imposter Syn: Wh-what?
Syn smiled slightly, but it was an ice cold one as he continued.
Syn: It IS your name, is it not? Logan Pierce, age 22. You work as an occasional Stagehand backstage during PCW events and house shows.
Syn’s smile turned into a small frown as his grip on Logan’s chin tightened slightly.
Syn: So, you are the Little Fool who decided to not only throw his lot in with The Elite, you decided to take it one step further. It didn’t just end at that.
Syn placed a gloved hand under Logan’s chin and forced him to look Syn in the eyes.
Syn: No, no. You, in a temporary moment of enlightenment, decided to play a little game of dress up and deliver a poor, lackluster, uninspiring, unrefined mockery of myself. As well as pulling out the name of a man who has been dead and buried for the last three years and using it as an identity for me on top of that. Now, this would have been a passable offense on any other occasion, but unfortunately for you, you happened to draw my ire at the absolute WORST of times.
Logan tried to back up or move his head away from Syn, but the man’s grip on his chin had become iron and he couldn’t move. Syn hissed slightly, before he continued.
Syn: You caught me while I was having a Very. Bad. Day.
Syn let go of Logan’s chin and slowly walked near the curtain, where an IV pumping system was already set up and ready to use.
Syn: I will enjoy dissecting you, though. I’ve never gotten the chance to slice open something so small, so this opportunity will be a learning experience for me. But don’t fret, my small friend. You won’t go through your suffering alone. (Syn smiles evilly) I decided to pick up someone else from a house show before I had my associates find you.
Syn’s hand reached out and grabbed onto the curtain and grinned evilly.
Syn: Mr. Pierce, I would like you to meet someone.
Logan screamed in fright at what he saw when the curtain came up. It appeared to be the body of a young woman, whose condition seemed to be far worse off than his. She had to have been here for a good while, much longer than he has. She was deathly pale, and looked like she was in a comatose state, as her eyes were open and glazed over as she looked blankly up at the ceiling. She was completely nude, and her body had a multitude of vicious looking scars running across her torso and legs. She had many wires going in and out of her body; all were hooked up to what looked to be life support machines. But the most frightening thing about her was her face. It was blank, devoid of any emotion and any indication that she was aware of what was happening to her, much less alive. She looked like she was already dead. Syn smiled evilly as he walked over to the young woman and places a hand on her cheek, before he looked over at Logan.
Syn: Mr. Pierce, I would like you to meet Lila Vasquez, my Ex-Wife.
Logan looked at Syn in shock at his admission.
Logan: Wh-what?
Syn nod as he continued looking down at Lila’s prone form with a small, cold smile as he stroked her cheek in an affectionate manner. The scene was growing more disturbing by the second to Logan as he looked on.
Syn: Yes, my former wife. She wanted a Prince Charming who would sweep her off her feet and take away all of her sorrows with unconditional love. Sadly, she got an Anarchist who has long sense forgotten what love is, and only knows how to harm.
Logan looked back up at Syn in horror as he took in what Syn had just said. If he could do this to someone who loved him at one point and time and he was married to, then what would he do to him, someone who he has no connection with? Logan slowly turned to look back at Syn to find those eerie, otherworldly green eyes staring right at him in dark amusement. He was enjoying this, and that was what scared Logan the most. Syn was toying around with him, watching him squirm in fear like a trapped rat, before he decided he had his fun and ended him. And he was getting some sort of sick amusement out of it. Syn then walked away from Lila’s table and back over to his, before he reached down and picked up the chart that laid at the foot of his bed, skimming it over.
Syn: [Muttering] Oh dear, how dreadful….
Logan, by this point was too terrified to ask Syn what he meant. Alisyn, however, had no such fears.
Alisyn: What is it, Syn? What does his chart say?
Syn lowers the chart and looks right at Logan, his otherworldly bright green eyes piercing into the man’s very being as he gave him a very wicked smile.
Syn: I’m afraid that this man is very sick indeed, My Young Protégé. It seems that everything must go! We leave no trace of entrails or internal organs behind.
Logan’s eyes widen as Syn said this, before he started to struggle with everything he had as Syn handed the chart back to Alisyn.
Logan: NO! NO, PLEASE! DON’T DO THIS!
Syn ignored him and looked at the surgical table, giving each of the tools that laid on it a once over as he looked for the right one.
Syn: Hmm….ah, here it is.
Syn then reached down and picked up the very large surgical knife at the end of the table. He traced his thumb along the blade, giving it a fond smile.
Syn: Hello, old friend. How I’ve missed you so.
Logan’s eyes widened in horror at the sight of the knife, before he began to struggle harder, ignoring the pain from the straps cutting and digging into his skin. Syn then slowly walked over towards Logan and began hooking up the IV bag to him as Logan tried to plead with Syn to let him go.
Logan: PLEASE! LET ME GO!
Syn: I’d rather not, Little Man. I want to see what it is like to dissect someone under 5 feet tall.
Logan: I’ll pay you!
Syn: There is nothing that money would do for me, so no.
Logan’s eyes widen a bit more as the needle is close to piercing his skin.
Logan: PLEASE! I’ll do anything! ANYTHING!!!
Syn paused with the needle just barely breaking the skin, his expression blank and lacking any emotions. Both Jimmy and Alisyn look at him in curiosity as they wonder exactly what is going through his mind right now. Logan, who had been staring fearfully at the needle, also looked up at Syn. Syn stares down at Logan in deep contemplation, before he finally spoke.
Syn: [Silkily]…..Anything?
Logan nodded, too afraid to speak. Truth be told, he would do anything at this moment to leave this building intact. He had seen what Syn was capable of with that knife when he had to drag out Nick Taylor’s body from the ECCW event, as well as the long scar across his midsection from the very weapon that was resting in Syn’s right hand at the moment. Syn smiles, and pulls the IV away, much to Logan’s relief.
Syn: Well then. I suppose there is….Something that you could aid me with. Consider it your way of apologizing to me for your horrendous attempt at portraying me.
Logan nods enthusiastically.
Logan: S-sure! And then you’ll let me go?
Syn smiles darkly, making Logan question his decision to ask that question.
Syn: Of course. If you do this for me, I will not harm you in any way. I am, after all, a man of my word.
Syn then looks at Jimmy, who was looking at the scene in front of him in confusion.
Syn: Jimmy, please escort our… “guest” out of this room.
Jimmy gawked at Syn’s response, before he began to sputter.
Jimmy: Y-YOUR JUST GONNA LET HIM GE AWAY WITH-
Jimmy paused as he noticed a familiar gleam in Syn’s eyes, before he looked down at Logan. Jimmy was silent for a few moments, before he nodded slowly and grabbed a hold of Logan’s table, and wheeled it out of the room. Syn watched after them for a few moments, before he slowly turned to Lila. Syn walked over to her, the Surgical Knife still in hand, before he stopped right by her side, smiling evilly.
Syn: [Softly] I’m afraid that this is where you and I finally part, My Dear. But don’t fret, part of me did enjoy the small amount of time that we had together, and thanks you for aiding me in my hostile takeover of The Wrestling Kings Federation. But sadly, you’ve outlived your usefulness to both myself and everyone else whom you have come across.
Syn then turns to look at Alisyn.
Syn: Alisyn, the gas please.
Alisyn nods and walks over to the table, before she places a mask over Lila’s face and turns on the gas, which put Lila under further than she already was. Syn smiles and adjusts the mask that covered his face, before he held up the knife.
Syn: [Softly] I bid you Adieu, Lila Vasquez.
Syn then slowly brings the knife down to her body. The scene fades right as the knife was about to make contact, but the disturbing sound of flesh being cut open was still heard, along with the soft, sinister chuckling of Syn in the background.
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The scene opened back up inside of a dark cemetery just outside of Brooklyn, New York, where the snow has settled and an eerie fog has picked up and the moon is giving off an ominous glow as it shines down upon the graves inside. On the ground, weaving in-between the headstones were footprints, a signal that someone was intruding inside of this graveyard. The individual trudged through the graveyard with a purpose, carrying something, or rather someone, on his shoulder as he continued to weave between the headstones. The person on his shoulder was whimpering in fear as he tried anything he could think of to get his captor to release him.
Logan: PLEASE! Please don’t make me go through with this! I can’t do this!
The person carrying him said nothing as he continued to look for something, prompting Logan to try again to plead his way out of this situation.
Logan: Isn’t there any other way that I can get out of this? Any at all-
A soft but stern voice abruptly cut off any further speaking on Logan’s part.
Kai: There is always the alternative, Mr. Pierce. I break every bone in your body and allow my brother to harvest your innards. An alternative that I am heavily considering the more that you keep speaking.
Logan got the message quickly and stopped speaking as Kai finally stopped, apparently having found what it was that he had been looking for.
Kai: We’re here.
Logan managed to crane his head slightly to look at exactly where “Here” was, and froze at what he saw. Kai’s destination of choice was an open grave, with a very unique casket sitting in front of it. The marble-like casket was a vivid shade of dark purple, with bright green lining and trim around it. There was a large, messy, red painted Glasgow smile on the lid of it.
Kai: Impressive, is it not? He built the entire thing himself without anyone helping him.
Logan said nothing as he just continued to stare in both fascination and horror at the double wide, double deep casket that stood right in front of the open grave. What in God’s name had he agree to do? Kai walked up to the custom designed casket and dumped Logan into the open casket, still tied up and dressed very remnant of Syn as he whimpered in fear. Kai paused, before he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a stack of cards and thrusted them into Logan’s hands.
Kai: Read everything off of them precisely as written, or else you’ll suffer my…..Displeasure.
Logan whimpered some more, but managed to give a weak nod at the threat. Kai sneered at him slightly, before he walked a short distance away and sat down against a headstone, ignoring the snow on the ground. He closed his eyes for a brief moment as he waited in silence, the only sounds that could heard in the graveyard being the soft whimpering coming from Logan. Several minutes later, Kai opens an eye as he hears the sounds of footsteps, along with arguing.
Ape: WHY DO I HAVE TO CARRY THE FUCKIN’ CAMERA!?!
Kai could hear someone being shoved, before Bull replied
Bull: Because you lost at Rock, Paper, Scissors! Now, stop your Bitchin’ and carry the camera!
Kai gave a sigh of annoyance as the arguing from the two got louder, before he tilted his head slightly to crack his neck.
Kai: (Muttering) Overgrown fools.
He then stood up, putting himself in full view as he fixed the two large monsters with a cold look.
Kai: [Icily] You two fools are making enough noise to wake the dead.
Both Bull and Ape screamed at the sound, before they turned and looked at Kai and gave sighs of relief.
Bull: Kai! What the hell!? You scared the crap out of us, man!
Ape nods furiously in agreement as he holds onto the camera.
Ape: Yeah, man! We thought you were a Zombie!
Both men paused as they noticed the casket , as well as what was inside of it, before the busted out laughing at the small man.
Bull: OH….OH MY GOD! IT’S A FUCKIN’ MIDGET!
Ape nearly fell over with the camera as he laughed alongside Bull. Kai, on the other hand, simply watched the two of them stoically. Bull noticed this and managed to calm down enough to speak to him.
Bull: Aw, C’mon Kai! You gotta admit that midgets are pretty fuckin’ funny.
Ape nodded in agreement with Bull’s statement as he too calmed down. Kai stared at them for several seconds in silence, not moving a muscle, before he glared at them.
Kai: I would kick both of you in the stomach if I weren’t sure that it would give you brain damage. Now, quit wasting time and come on. We have work to do.
Kai then turns and walks away, leaving Bull and Ape to look after him.
Ape: What’s with him? He’s more mean than usual.
Bull shrugged, just as confused by Kai’s seemingly increased annoyance at them as Ape was.
Bull: Maybe he had to break one of those date things he had with Mya.
Kai growled as he heard the two. Yes, he actually DID have to break a date with Mya to be here, and he was none too pleased to do so. And to top it off, he had to spend time with these two lumbering idiots as well. Kai turned on his heel and waited for the two of them to catch up, before he pointed to the casket that Logan sat in.
Kai: Set the camera up right in front of the casket. He wants there to be as clean a shot as possible for this.
Ape nodded and walked over to the spot where Kai pointed, before he began to set up the equipment and camera. Bull then looked around in confusion, before he looked at Kai.
Bull: Hey Kai, where’s Syn? He said he would be here before us! I don’t see him anywhere!
Kai grunted as he sat down again with his back against a tombstone, before giving Bull a bored look.
Kai: He’s here. He’s just waiting for the right moment to show himself.
Bull looked at Kai in confusion, but decided against saying anything as Ape finally managed to get the camera rolling. Kai then stood up and walked behind it, before looking down at Logan, silently telling him to start speaking. Logan sighed, before he started reading from the cards he was given.
Logan: [Fearfully] H-how does it feel, Yoshi-Kins? How does it feel to know that the cute, amateurish, pitiful little mind games that you attempted to p-play at my expense have all been for nothing? T-that I, at the drop of a hat, I turned the tables onto you and managed to worm my way deep into your fragile little psyche? For all that you’ve accomplished in your career that you’ve allowed in, in your words, a knock off, a carbon copy of you, a cheap imitation if you will, make you trip up and lose what very little control over yourself you had left in you? As I imagine, it isn’t a very pleasant feeling, is it? I-I guess that it has become a little more fun for me, and not quite so much for you.
Logan pulls out another card and begins to read again, managing to calm down slightly as he did so.
Logan: In the last two months and a half months, you’ve gone on and on about how I am nothing more than a second rate copy of you. How I’ve taken the concept that you claim to have “Made” and supposedly stolen it from you. Your need to feed your ego truly knows no bounds, does it Yoshi-Kins? You see, you made a very gross error. What is mine at the moment never really was yours to begin with. While yes, there are a staggering amount of similarities between myself and the past persona that you assumed in your earlier days, you and I are on to very far ends of the spectrum. You dabbled in the ends of manipulation and some form chaos. But what did you do? Ultimately, you let it give way to your lust for power and the desire to be better than all. Your weakness was that you allowed your arrogance to rule you. A weakness I don’t have. You see, I care not for titles or some meaningless accolades, or even being “Better” than anyone. My aim has been the same thing it was 18 months ago when I first entered this business that we both thrive in: Chaos, Nothing more, nothing less.
Logan pulls out the final card and looks down at it as he begins to read.
Logan: At Struggle for Power, You and I will meet one final time, but the stakes are a little different than the last time we met. There will be no pinfalls, no submissions, and no disqualifications to restrict the two of us. The only way for one of us to win is to beat the other so viciously, so brutally that he no longer is able to stand. And then place his broken, beaten body into a casket and close the lid on both he, and his future. Yoshi-Kins, I’ve picked and poked and prodded at you both mentally and physically over the last few weeks, and left you laying in a heap on more than one occasion. It has no longer become a question of “Can Syn defeat Yoshiru Long?”, because on any given day, I can defeat any member of the Premium Championship Wrestling roster. No, no it has become a question of “Can Yoshiru STOP Syn”? Whether or not I defeat you, and we both know that I will, this match will end everyone’s doubts and speculation once and for all. I’ve never lost my edge, I’ve not let myself be controlled by those around me, and I have not allowed myself to grow complacent and fall behind.
Logan paused, before he turned the card over and reads the final line.
Logan: With this match, Yoshi-Kins, it will be the final end for you and everything that you have worked for, and the beginning for me, and all that I ever will be.
Logan puts the card down as he finishes, but a few seconds later a soft voice broke the brief silence.
: And a fitting end is shall be.
Everyone minus Kai looked around in fright at the sound of the voice. Ape turned the camera around as well, when all of them paused as their eyes widened at what they were seeing. Standing on top of the small building like structure was Syn, but he looked nothing like himself. His normally light blonde, green, and black dyed shoulder length hair was now silver. He was wearing black, full length tights with dark red symbols on his legs, a Tribal Cross on his left and a Tribal Dragon on his right. He was also wearing black elbow pads and dark red fingerless gloves, along with black wrestling boots and dark red kick-pads. In his left hand, he held a long, twisted staff, and upon his face was The Bone Mask he had worn weeks earlier. Syn took the mask off and gave a small smirk as he looked down.
Syn: Ah, I take it that you have noticed my little change of dress, hmm? Well, I assumed that since someone is accusing me of stealing from them, I may as well act the part, ne? And I must say I like it. Not as Exubérant ou à qui attirent l'attention as the attire that I am used to wearing, but I must admit that it has a certain flare to it Yoshi-Kins. I can certainly see why you chose wear this for many years once upon a time. But I digress.
Syn walks along the top of the mausoleum with the staff in hand, twirling it slightly as he points the staff at Logan, who is sitting fearfully inside of the casket
Syn: While my little friend was nice enough to do a very riveting and spirited monologue on my behalf about my upcoming match with you Yoshi-Kins, we both know that our little spat will come to a pause at Struggle for Power after one of us goes into this nice little casket here, if only for a moment. Not because we are allies, oh no. But because, despite my questioning your intelligence level, we’re both smart enough to focus on the larger view of things –
Syn tossed the staff up into the air and caught it, before he gave a grim smile.
Syn: – Namely, The Battlefield match that the both of us are competing in. There will be 35 others like us battling for one chance at glory: A Chance to become the Number 1 Contender to the PCW World Heavyweight Championship at PCW’s Grandest Stage: Battle Finale III. And literally anyone could walk out the victor in this match: You, Me, some random, Jordan, or even an unnamed wrestler who has yet to make himself known. Anyone could come out on top in this one, Yoshi-Kins. Anyone.
Syn sits down on the edge of the Mausoleum and begins inspecting the staff as he continues.
Syn: Several of My Own Disciples are competing in this match as well, and most of them has the mindset of helping me succeed in this match; The Mindset to help me obtain a shot at The PCW World Heavyweight Championship. Now, while I am honored and flattered that you would show someone as undeserving as myself that kind of loyalty, I have one very small, very minor request. (Syn gives a small frown) Don’t. Don’t waste your efforts in order to please me by sacrificing a chance to become more than what you are. Despite what others may say about me, I’m more than understanding of the want and desire to prove that you should be a part of the upper echelon and encourage a little competition among us. So, go to win. Treat me as you would any other wrestler that stood before you in that match. I implore you to do so, because we all know that I would do the same to all of you in the heartbeat.
Another opponent who I find myself crossing paths with in this very match is someone I know very well. Someone who I’ve battled time and time again, and each time we fell closer and closer to the abyss, we drug the other one back. The man who has more wins over me than any wrestler in this industry: Ryan “The Reaper” Robinson. So Ryan, once again the two of us find ourselves on opposite sides of the ring again. How many times have you and I done this now, hmm? For essentially the entire length of our careers, we’ve both been locked onto a suicide course. To the death. Yet each time that it looked like we would finish the other off for good, we pulled back. You couldn’t end me out of some foolish hope that I would “Come to my senses” and feel some semblance of regret over what I have done, and I couldn’t end you because outside of Kai, I would be losing the ONE person on this Go Forsaken Planet that could have even the smallest chance of understand me. Ironic, isn’t it?
Syn gives a soft smile
Syn: Yes, we have allowed eachother to continue on after each battle we have had, but at a cost. You’ve taken from me the vision in one of my eyes, and I’ve taken from you years off of your career, as well as your life. So, one more time you and I will battle, but this time we will not be alone in the ring. And I want you to be The Reaper that you and I both know that you can be. If not, you’ll be eaten ALIVE.
While I’m on the subject of a member of Team Lethality, I would be remiss if I were to forget their Leader. A woman, who for all that she has accomplished in this company, still has very much to achieve in her mind and in the mind of others. The Lethal Latina, Danielle Lopez. While I could lambast you for your naive little notions and perceptions on good and evil, I feel that it has been vastly overdone. Despite the fact that the two of us are on the opposite ends of the views of good and evil, I have nothing but respect for you, and all that you have done as a wrestler. From your series of matches against Heather Monroe, to your part in your husband’s little Dynast as well as your Tag Team run with Desiree Miles, all the way up until your Record Setting reign as the longest reigning PCW Broadcast Champion. Yes, I’ve studied you very well.
Syn frowned.
Syn: But I still find that you and I have a bit of problem, despite all of the respect I do have for you. Recently, it has come to my attention that you have some very…interesting thoughts regarding whether or not I have lost my edge. As well as the absurd idea that I have become a puppet to Morgan Simmons. Well, rest assured Danielle, I’ve lost nothing. I’m still very much the same vile, sadistic evil genius that I was this time last year when we first met. But while we are on the subject of whose edge is to be called into question, what about you? After all, you’ve had to watch as someone who was for MANY YEARS viewed an equal to you in every aspect achieve something that has alluded you for your entire career. Even now, behind all of the smiling and posturing and inspirational little speeches you often like to give, you have to be aware of that fact. Not to mention your loss to Jessica Harmony and the all consuming battle you intend to wage against Morgan and Toxic also have to weigh heavily at the back of your subconscious. (Syn tilts his head slightly) Perhaps, with the bit of recognition that you have gotten since PCW has returned, your fire has dimmed. Perhaps you no longer have an opposable challenger, and that has caused you to lose the desire and spark that made you so respected among your peers.
I want you to prove me wrong, Danielle. I want you to come into The Battlefield Match on Saturday and bring it all. Bring me the passion, the desire, the stubborn, BONE DEEP determination that has made you into inarguably the greatest wrestler in the history of this company to have never held the PCW World Heavyweight Championship and Prove. Me. Wrong.
Syn paused, before he continued.
Syn: And all of my rambling and talk brings me to this. The very reason all of us are competing in the first place: The World Heavyweight Championship, the very prize that will be contested right before our match between the Defending Champion, Heather Monroe and her challenger who’s star is heavily on the rise, Adrien Cochrane.
Now while I won’t pick sides in the World Title Match due to a myriad of reasons, the most important being that I have issue with both Champion and Challenger. With Heather, I must eventually avenge the loss I suffered at her hands that led to her becoming the PCW World Heavyweight Champion. With Adrien, it’s a matter of finding out which of us is the better of PCW’S newer class of talent. And I have a feeling that I will have the opportunity to do both much sooner than later.
But I will say that I do look forward to facing one competitor in that match in particular should I come out victorious in The Battlefield Match. A competitor who, much like myself, is relatively new to The Wonderful World of Premium Championship Wrestling and has managed to make a very large impact in his wake. Heh as defeating no less than 5 Hall of Fame Caliber Wrestlers, Won the company’s secondary title, and generally has grown more and more impressive with each time that you step into a wrestling ring. Mr. Adrien Cochrane. Now, unlike certain others who have whined and complained at the so-called “Unfairness” of your being named The Challenger to Heather Monroe’s World Heavyweight Title, I actually applaud it. I respect you for it, actually. As for the reason why, it’s a very simple thing: It’s exactly what I would have done if I were in your situation.
Syn gives an enigmatic smile as he twirls the staff around in his hands absentmindedly for a moment as he continues.
Syn: Now, before you question exactly what it is and worry yourself, let me explain my reasoning. Less than an hour before you decided to cash in your title opportunity, many people had assumed that you were in a crossroads and were facing a downslide in your career. Up until that point, you hadn’t had a good run of luck, so to speak. Draven Logan Kennedy had managed to not only put you through the smallest, most minuscule sample of hell that his feeble little mind could conjure, but he had managed to take your Platinum Title from you.
Sadly, nearly everyone had written this off as Draven managing to get your number, Mr. Cochrane. But what did you do? How did you handle this? In one of the most devious, most cunning, most brilliant moves that someone could have done, you inserted yourself into the World Title Picture. When one window of opportunity seemed to be closing on you, you stealthily climbed through another and got yourself a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship under the noses of everyone; The fans, the wrestlers, everyone.
Now this is not to say that you are undeserving of your shot, My Friend. Your list of accomplishments in your short time here MORE than warrants it. I’m merely stating what you managed to do with your actions: In one fell swoop, you put yourself front and center into the minds of everyone watching, and no one will forget that. And before you decide to take what it is I say as some sort of offense, I say all of this in respect, not as criticism.
But, as much as I admire you, Mr. Cochrane, I cannot overlook the Champion in this match. It would be positively foolish to do so. “The Class Act”, Heather Monroe. Heather. Dear, sweet Heather; how far it is you have come since PCW’s return. You’ve gone from being doubted and written off as being at the tail end of your career, to taking advantage of a Golden Opportunity and gritting through hell in its purest, most violent form to finally become The PCW World Heavyweight Champion. After so many years of hard work and determination, you managed to climb to the very top of the proverbial mountain and obtain this Company’s greatest honor. This should be a crowning achievement for you, shouldn’t it?
And yet….it’s not, is it? For everything you have accomplished, for all of the doubters you have silenced over the span of your career, you still cannot escape the notion that you are an Underdog. Even now, while you reign above all as The World Heavyweight Champion, you have not managed to shake this seemingly inescapable tag that has followed you throughout your career. And….perhaps it is for the best. Since becoming The World Heavyweight Champion, you’ve not entirely proved anything to suggest otherwise. You just barely managed to wrestle Poor, Little Yoshi-Kins to a Count-Out Draw, and you were nearly shown up by a Rookie in Jordan. You, the World Heavyweight Champion of this company, were nearly beaten by someone who has barely been around this company for 6 months, however talented he may be.
Heather, should you win this match against Mr. Cochrane and I win The Battlefield Match, I will enjoy doing battle with you once again. Except this time there will be no Elite to stand in our way. And rest assured that I WILL avenge the Pin fall that you handed me during The Hell in A Cell Match.
Syn hops back to his feet on top of the Mausoleum and smiles evilly.
Syn: Ladies and gentlemen, men and women of The Premium Championship Wrestling roster, at Struggle for Power it will either be my Greatest Victory or my Day of Reckoning. I will NOT be denied, not now. I will walk through hell and back again bring my ambitions into reality, and there is not a man or woman in this company that will stop me.
Syn turns to walk away, when he is interrupted by Logan.
Logan: E-excuse me, Mr. Syn? C-can I go now?
Syn paused, before he slowly turned to look at Logan. He stares at him for a few moments, before he turns away. He then looks up at the sky and grins evilly.
Syn: Boys…..bury him.
Logan doesn’t manage to process what Syn says, before Kai kicks the lid shut on him and Bull shoves the casket into the open grave it sat next to. Syn laughs evilly before he turns away from the site.
Syn: Oh yes, Mr. Pierce. I gave you my word that I would not hurt you. My men, however, were not included in such a promise. Sweet Dreams, my imposter.
Syn gives out an insane cackle as he jumps off of the mausoleum and lands on his feet, before he begins to walk away. As the scene fades to black, the sound of dirt hitting the casket as Kai, Bull, and Ape continue to bury Logan is heard in the background.
Imposter Syn: Wh-where am I? Why can’t I move? Why can’t I see?
The former Imposter Syn tried to move again, but stopped when he felt the straps that were holding him down cutting into his wrist. He tried to move his head to look around, but he began coughing as the strap around his neck tightened with every movement he made. The only thing he could really move was his legs, but they were on the thing that he was strapped to, so that was of little help. The panic he felt was growing steadily by the minute. Where was he? What had happened to him? Logan tried to calm down and think about what he was doing before he ended up here. He remembered running from something, and being in as much fear as he is in now. Then he saw a pair of weird, bright green eyes and he woke up here. Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming towards the room he was in, followed by voices.
: Why the hell do I gotta dress like a fuckin’ idiot for!?! Usually it’s Kai that goes along with this shit! Not me!The Imposter heard a second voice, this one being that of a young female.
: Because you were asked. Now stop complaining, Jimmy. We have things we must attend to.Logan had the vague thought that these voices sounded oddly familiar as they continued to speak.
Jimmy: [whining] I look like a fuckin’ geek in this get up, Alisyn! Why couldn’t Kai or Jin be the second nurse? Why me? Fuck, even those two fat bastards Bull and Ape would be better at this shit than me!
The female, now identified as Alisyn, gave a weary sigh of annoyance, before she answered.
Alisyn: [Annoyed] BECAUSE Jimmy, Kai is training for his Tag Team Title Defense against Bull and Ape, as well as The Battlefield Match. And you know as well as I do that he would never allow Jin to partake in any of these “Activities” that we do. And above all else, you AGREED to do this. So, stop your whining and come on. We have work that must be done.
The Imposter Syn heard Jimmy grumbling under his breath as the footsteps got closer and closer to where ever it is he is. He stayed quiet and closed his eyes, hoping to feign sleep so that he could figure out where he was, and who it was that had taken him. He heard the door open and the two people walk inside, before a bright light suddenly came on above him, nearly forcing him to open his eyes. He heard one of them walk close to him and sit down on the edge of the bed.
Jimmy: So, what’s gonna happen to ‘em? He just gonna torture ‘em a bit, or is he gonna…..
The Imposter heard Alisyn cut Jimmy off.
Alisyn: He’s more than likely going to do the same thing to these two that he did to Nick Taylor, yes.
Alisyn made a sound of disgust as she said this, while Jimmy gave a low whistle.
Jimmy: Wow. He must be pissed…..er, as pissed as the guy gets. I mean, he’s gonna do THAT to a midget? Thats fucked up on so many levels.
The Imposter had to stop himself from shouting indignantly at the man by remembering that he was in danger, before Alisyn replied to Jimmy’s remark.
Alisyn: I agree. While I’ve learned never to question his methods, even I think this may be a little extreme, all things considered.
While the two continued to speak about this mystery person’s mood, The Imposter, while he was pretending to still be asleep, was now terrified. He now realized who it was that kidnapped him, and he now remembered what it was that led to it. If he could foresee what would happen to him, what kind of situation he would end up in like the one he was in now, he would have never agreed to the idea that Curtis Wilkes and Yoshiru Long presented to him. He would have refused, walked away, and continue on as a nameless stagehand backstage. Now, he was trapped in God knows where, strapped to some sort of table, waiting for this monster that walked around in human form to come and do horrible, unspeakable things to him. He paused in his thoughts as he listened back in to the conversation between Jimmy and Alisyn.
Jimmy: So where is he!? I don’t wanna be around when he wants to do THAT to them!
Alisyn sighed from her end.
Alisyn: He’ll be here, Jimmy. Be patient. He’s on his way.
Suddenly, much to The Small Man’s ever growing horror, a soft yet sinister sounding voice suddenly came from his right.
: [Silkily] Or, I could already be here.The imposter’s breath hitched in his throat as he heard Jimmy yelp in fright, before he jumped off the edge of the bed. Logan silently prayed that the person wasn’t who he feared it to be, but his prayers went unanswered as Jimmy spoke.
Jimmy: Syn! What the fuck, man!?! Have you been in that corner the entire time!?!
The Imposter’s heart began hammering inside of his chest as he felt a hand lay itself on his forearm as Syn answered.
Syn: Yes. I’ve been here the entire time. Haven’t I, Mr. Imposer?
The Imposter Syn flinched at being found out, and slowly opened his eyes, knowing that his attempt at feigning sleep had been exposed. The first thing he noticed as he opened his eyes and looked all around him was that he was strapped to a medical table, and inside of a newish looking operating room, with a medical table sitting right at the side of his bed. He then noticed that, not too far from where he was laying, that half of the room had been curtained off. He briefly wondered why, but then remembered Alisyn’s words from earlier. There was someone else in here with him, prepared to go through the exact same fate. But why had they not heard his cries for help? Why had they not responded? These thoughts immediately left his head as his eyes finally went to his captors. The first person he noticed was Alisyn. She had her long black and blonde hair pulled into a pony tail and had dark blue hospital scrubs on, which contrasted against her pale complexion. His eyes then turned to Jimmy Gambino, who looked even more out of place than Alisyn did. Jimmy still had his large, spiky Mohawk and multitude of tattoos covering his small, thin frame, and was wearing the same colored Scrubs that Alisyn was. His eyes then went over to Syn. Syn’s entire body was covered by the white lab coat he was wearing, and his face was hidden by a small mask that covered up his nose and mouth. His shoulder length blonde and green hair hung loosely around his face to obscure it more. And Syn’s unearthly, shock bright green eyes were peering down at him in dark amusement, watching him the entire time that he was looking around the room. Syn removed his hand from Logan’s forearm and continued to look down at the small man in dark, thinly veiled amusement.
Syn: Taking in the sights, Mr. Little-Syn? I’m afraid that there is nothing noteworthy to look at in this room….well, not yet at least.
Logan said nothing as he tried to free himself once again as Syn walked around the table, his eyes never leaving the small little man strapped to the medical bed. Once Syn got to the other side, he slowly leaned down to where he was face to face with his imposter, who stopped struggling and was looking at Syn in fear.
Syn: Logan Pierce.
The little man’s eye’s widened in horror as he looked at Syn.
Imposter Syn: Wh-what?
Syn smiled slightly, but it was an ice cold one as he continued.
Syn: It IS your name, is it not? Logan Pierce, age 22. You work as an occasional Stagehand backstage during PCW events and house shows.
Syn’s smile turned into a small frown as his grip on Logan’s chin tightened slightly.
Syn: So, you are the Little Fool who decided to not only throw his lot in with The Elite, you decided to take it one step further. It didn’t just end at that.
Syn placed a gloved hand under Logan’s chin and forced him to look Syn in the eyes.
Syn: No, no. You, in a temporary moment of enlightenment, decided to play a little game of dress up and deliver a poor, lackluster, uninspiring, unrefined mockery of myself. As well as pulling out the name of a man who has been dead and buried for the last three years and using it as an identity for me on top of that. Now, this would have been a passable offense on any other occasion, but unfortunately for you, you happened to draw my ire at the absolute WORST of times.
Logan tried to back up or move his head away from Syn, but the man’s grip on his chin had become iron and he couldn’t move. Syn hissed slightly, before he continued.
Syn: You caught me while I was having a Very. Bad. Day.
Syn let go of Logan’s chin and slowly walked near the curtain, where an IV pumping system was already set up and ready to use.
Syn: I will enjoy dissecting you, though. I’ve never gotten the chance to slice open something so small, so this opportunity will be a learning experience for me. But don’t fret, my small friend. You won’t go through your suffering alone. (Syn smiles evilly) I decided to pick up someone else from a house show before I had my associates find you.
Syn’s hand reached out and grabbed onto the curtain and grinned evilly.
Syn: Mr. Pierce, I would like you to meet someone.
Logan screamed in fright at what he saw when the curtain came up. It appeared to be the body of a young woman, whose condition seemed to be far worse off than his. She had to have been here for a good while, much longer than he has. She was deathly pale, and looked like she was in a comatose state, as her eyes were open and glazed over as she looked blankly up at the ceiling. She was completely nude, and her body had a multitude of vicious looking scars running across her torso and legs. She had many wires going in and out of her body; all were hooked up to what looked to be life support machines. But the most frightening thing about her was her face. It was blank, devoid of any emotion and any indication that she was aware of what was happening to her, much less alive. She looked like she was already dead. Syn smiled evilly as he walked over to the young woman and places a hand on her cheek, before he looked over at Logan.
Syn: Mr. Pierce, I would like you to meet Lila Vasquez, my Ex-Wife.
Logan looked at Syn in shock at his admission.
Logan: Wh-what?
Syn nod as he continued looking down at Lila’s prone form with a small, cold smile as he stroked her cheek in an affectionate manner. The scene was growing more disturbing by the second to Logan as he looked on.
Syn: Yes, my former wife. She wanted a Prince Charming who would sweep her off her feet and take away all of her sorrows with unconditional love. Sadly, she got an Anarchist who has long sense forgotten what love is, and only knows how to harm.
Logan looked back up at Syn in horror as he took in what Syn had just said. If he could do this to someone who loved him at one point and time and he was married to, then what would he do to him, someone who he has no connection with? Logan slowly turned to look back at Syn to find those eerie, otherworldly green eyes staring right at him in dark amusement. He was enjoying this, and that was what scared Logan the most. Syn was toying around with him, watching him squirm in fear like a trapped rat, before he decided he had his fun and ended him. And he was getting some sort of sick amusement out of it. Syn then walked away from Lila’s table and back over to his, before he reached down and picked up the chart that laid at the foot of his bed, skimming it over.
Syn: [Muttering] Oh dear, how dreadful….
Logan, by this point was too terrified to ask Syn what he meant. Alisyn, however, had no such fears.
Alisyn: What is it, Syn? What does his chart say?
Syn lowers the chart and looks right at Logan, his otherworldly bright green eyes piercing into the man’s very being as he gave him a very wicked smile.
Syn: I’m afraid that this man is very sick indeed, My Young Protégé. It seems that everything must go! We leave no trace of entrails or internal organs behind.
Logan’s eyes widen as Syn said this, before he started to struggle with everything he had as Syn handed the chart back to Alisyn.
Logan: NO! NO, PLEASE! DON’T DO THIS!
Syn ignored him and looked at the surgical table, giving each of the tools that laid on it a once over as he looked for the right one.
Syn: Hmm….ah, here it is.
Syn then reached down and picked up the very large surgical knife at the end of the table. He traced his thumb along the blade, giving it a fond smile.
Syn: Hello, old friend. How I’ve missed you so.
Logan’s eyes widened in horror at the sight of the knife, before he began to struggle harder, ignoring the pain from the straps cutting and digging into his skin. Syn then slowly walked over towards Logan and began hooking up the IV bag to him as Logan tried to plead with Syn to let him go.
Logan: PLEASE! LET ME GO!
Syn: I’d rather not, Little Man. I want to see what it is like to dissect someone under 5 feet tall.
Logan: I’ll pay you!
Syn: There is nothing that money would do for me, so no.
Logan’s eyes widen a bit more as the needle is close to piercing his skin.
Logan: PLEASE! I’ll do anything! ANYTHING!!!
Syn paused with the needle just barely breaking the skin, his expression blank and lacking any emotions. Both Jimmy and Alisyn look at him in curiosity as they wonder exactly what is going through his mind right now. Logan, who had been staring fearfully at the needle, also looked up at Syn. Syn stares down at Logan in deep contemplation, before he finally spoke.
Syn: [Silkily]…..Anything?
Logan nodded, too afraid to speak. Truth be told, he would do anything at this moment to leave this building intact. He had seen what Syn was capable of with that knife when he had to drag out Nick Taylor’s body from the ECCW event, as well as the long scar across his midsection from the very weapon that was resting in Syn’s right hand at the moment. Syn smiles, and pulls the IV away, much to Logan’s relief.
Syn: Well then. I suppose there is….Something that you could aid me with. Consider it your way of apologizing to me for your horrendous attempt at portraying me.
Logan nods enthusiastically.
Logan: S-sure! And then you’ll let me go?
Syn smiles darkly, making Logan question his decision to ask that question.
Syn: Of course. If you do this for me, I will not harm you in any way. I am, after all, a man of my word.
Syn then looks at Jimmy, who was looking at the scene in front of him in confusion.
Syn: Jimmy, please escort our… “guest” out of this room.
Jimmy gawked at Syn’s response, before he began to sputter.
Jimmy: Y-YOUR JUST GONNA LET HIM GE AWAY WITH-
Jimmy paused as he noticed a familiar gleam in Syn’s eyes, before he looked down at Logan. Jimmy was silent for a few moments, before he nodded slowly and grabbed a hold of Logan’s table, and wheeled it out of the room. Syn watched after them for a few moments, before he slowly turned to Lila. Syn walked over to her, the Surgical Knife still in hand, before he stopped right by her side, smiling evilly.
Syn: [Softly] I’m afraid that this is where you and I finally part, My Dear. But don’t fret, part of me did enjoy the small amount of time that we had together, and thanks you for aiding me in my hostile takeover of The Wrestling Kings Federation. But sadly, you’ve outlived your usefulness to both myself and everyone else whom you have come across.
Syn then turns to look at Alisyn.
Syn: Alisyn, the gas please.
Alisyn nods and walks over to the table, before she places a mask over Lila’s face and turns on the gas, which put Lila under further than she already was. Syn smiles and adjusts the mask that covered his face, before he held up the knife.
Syn: [Softly] I bid you Adieu, Lila Vasquez.
Syn then slowly brings the knife down to her body. The scene fades right as the knife was about to make contact, but the disturbing sound of flesh being cut open was still heard, along with the soft, sinister chuckling of Syn in the background.
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The scene opened back up inside of a dark cemetery just outside of Brooklyn, New York, where the snow has settled and an eerie fog has picked up and the moon is giving off an ominous glow as it shines down upon the graves inside. On the ground, weaving in-between the headstones were footprints, a signal that someone was intruding inside of this graveyard. The individual trudged through the graveyard with a purpose, carrying something, or rather someone, on his shoulder as he continued to weave between the headstones. The person on his shoulder was whimpering in fear as he tried anything he could think of to get his captor to release him.
Logan: PLEASE! Please don’t make me go through with this! I can’t do this!
The person carrying him said nothing as he continued to look for something, prompting Logan to try again to plead his way out of this situation.
Logan: Isn’t there any other way that I can get out of this? Any at all-
A soft but stern voice abruptly cut off any further speaking on Logan’s part.
Kai: There is always the alternative, Mr. Pierce. I break every bone in your body and allow my brother to harvest your innards. An alternative that I am heavily considering the more that you keep speaking.
Logan got the message quickly and stopped speaking as Kai finally stopped, apparently having found what it was that he had been looking for.
Kai: We’re here.
Logan managed to crane his head slightly to look at exactly where “Here” was, and froze at what he saw. Kai’s destination of choice was an open grave, with a very unique casket sitting in front of it. The marble-like casket was a vivid shade of dark purple, with bright green lining and trim around it. There was a large, messy, red painted Glasgow smile on the lid of it.
Kai: Impressive, is it not? He built the entire thing himself without anyone helping him.
Logan said nothing as he just continued to stare in both fascination and horror at the double wide, double deep casket that stood right in front of the open grave. What in God’s name had he agree to do? Kai walked up to the custom designed casket and dumped Logan into the open casket, still tied up and dressed very remnant of Syn as he whimpered in fear. Kai paused, before he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a stack of cards and thrusted them into Logan’s hands.
Kai: Read everything off of them precisely as written, or else you’ll suffer my…..Displeasure.
Logan whimpered some more, but managed to give a weak nod at the threat. Kai sneered at him slightly, before he walked a short distance away and sat down against a headstone, ignoring the snow on the ground. He closed his eyes for a brief moment as he waited in silence, the only sounds that could heard in the graveyard being the soft whimpering coming from Logan. Several minutes later, Kai opens an eye as he hears the sounds of footsteps, along with arguing.
Ape: WHY DO I HAVE TO CARRY THE FUCKIN’ CAMERA!?!
Kai could hear someone being shoved, before Bull replied
Bull: Because you lost at Rock, Paper, Scissors! Now, stop your Bitchin’ and carry the camera!
Kai gave a sigh of annoyance as the arguing from the two got louder, before he tilted his head slightly to crack his neck.
Kai: (Muttering) Overgrown fools.
He then stood up, putting himself in full view as he fixed the two large monsters with a cold look.
Kai: [Icily] You two fools are making enough noise to wake the dead.
Both Bull and Ape screamed at the sound, before they turned and looked at Kai and gave sighs of relief.
Bull: Kai! What the hell!? You scared the crap out of us, man!
Ape nods furiously in agreement as he holds onto the camera.
Ape: Yeah, man! We thought you were a Zombie!
Both men paused as they noticed the casket , as well as what was inside of it, before the busted out laughing at the small man.
Bull: OH….OH MY GOD! IT’S A FUCKIN’ MIDGET!
Ape nearly fell over with the camera as he laughed alongside Bull. Kai, on the other hand, simply watched the two of them stoically. Bull noticed this and managed to calm down enough to speak to him.
Bull: Aw, C’mon Kai! You gotta admit that midgets are pretty fuckin’ funny.
Ape nodded in agreement with Bull’s statement as he too calmed down. Kai stared at them for several seconds in silence, not moving a muscle, before he glared at them.
Kai: I would kick both of you in the stomach if I weren’t sure that it would give you brain damage. Now, quit wasting time and come on. We have work to do.
Kai then turns and walks away, leaving Bull and Ape to look after him.
Ape: What’s with him? He’s more mean than usual.
Bull shrugged, just as confused by Kai’s seemingly increased annoyance at them as Ape was.
Bull: Maybe he had to break one of those date things he had with Mya.
Kai growled as he heard the two. Yes, he actually DID have to break a date with Mya to be here, and he was none too pleased to do so. And to top it off, he had to spend time with these two lumbering idiots as well. Kai turned on his heel and waited for the two of them to catch up, before he pointed to the casket that Logan sat in.
Kai: Set the camera up right in front of the casket. He wants there to be as clean a shot as possible for this.
Ape nodded and walked over to the spot where Kai pointed, before he began to set up the equipment and camera. Bull then looked around in confusion, before he looked at Kai.
Bull: Hey Kai, where’s Syn? He said he would be here before us! I don’t see him anywhere!
Kai grunted as he sat down again with his back against a tombstone, before giving Bull a bored look.
Kai: He’s here. He’s just waiting for the right moment to show himself.
Bull looked at Kai in confusion, but decided against saying anything as Ape finally managed to get the camera rolling. Kai then stood up and walked behind it, before looking down at Logan, silently telling him to start speaking. Logan sighed, before he started reading from the cards he was given.
Logan: [Fearfully] H-how does it feel, Yoshi-Kins? How does it feel to know that the cute, amateurish, pitiful little mind games that you attempted to p-play at my expense have all been for nothing? T-that I, at the drop of a hat, I turned the tables onto you and managed to worm my way deep into your fragile little psyche? For all that you’ve accomplished in your career that you’ve allowed in, in your words, a knock off, a carbon copy of you, a cheap imitation if you will, make you trip up and lose what very little control over yourself you had left in you? As I imagine, it isn’t a very pleasant feeling, is it? I-I guess that it has become a little more fun for me, and not quite so much for you.
Logan pulls out another card and begins to read again, managing to calm down slightly as he did so.
Logan: In the last two months and a half months, you’ve gone on and on about how I am nothing more than a second rate copy of you. How I’ve taken the concept that you claim to have “Made” and supposedly stolen it from you. Your need to feed your ego truly knows no bounds, does it Yoshi-Kins? You see, you made a very gross error. What is mine at the moment never really was yours to begin with. While yes, there are a staggering amount of similarities between myself and the past persona that you assumed in your earlier days, you and I are on to very far ends of the spectrum. You dabbled in the ends of manipulation and some form chaos. But what did you do? Ultimately, you let it give way to your lust for power and the desire to be better than all. Your weakness was that you allowed your arrogance to rule you. A weakness I don’t have. You see, I care not for titles or some meaningless accolades, or even being “Better” than anyone. My aim has been the same thing it was 18 months ago when I first entered this business that we both thrive in: Chaos, Nothing more, nothing less.
Logan pulls out the final card and looks down at it as he begins to read.
Logan: At Struggle for Power, You and I will meet one final time, but the stakes are a little different than the last time we met. There will be no pinfalls, no submissions, and no disqualifications to restrict the two of us. The only way for one of us to win is to beat the other so viciously, so brutally that he no longer is able to stand. And then place his broken, beaten body into a casket and close the lid on both he, and his future. Yoshi-Kins, I’ve picked and poked and prodded at you both mentally and physically over the last few weeks, and left you laying in a heap on more than one occasion. It has no longer become a question of “Can Syn defeat Yoshiru Long?”, because on any given day, I can defeat any member of the Premium Championship Wrestling roster. No, no it has become a question of “Can Yoshiru STOP Syn”? Whether or not I defeat you, and we both know that I will, this match will end everyone’s doubts and speculation once and for all. I’ve never lost my edge, I’ve not let myself be controlled by those around me, and I have not allowed myself to grow complacent and fall behind.
Logan paused, before he turned the card over and reads the final line.
Logan: With this match, Yoshi-Kins, it will be the final end for you and everything that you have worked for, and the beginning for me, and all that I ever will be.
Logan puts the card down as he finishes, but a few seconds later a soft voice broke the brief silence.
: And a fitting end is shall be. Everyone minus Kai looked around in fright at the sound of the voice. Ape turned the camera around as well, when all of them paused as their eyes widened at what they were seeing. Standing on top of the small building like structure was Syn, but he looked nothing like himself. His normally light blonde, green, and black dyed shoulder length hair was now silver. He was wearing black, full length tights with dark red symbols on his legs, a Tribal Cross on his left and a Tribal Dragon on his right. He was also wearing black elbow pads and dark red fingerless gloves, along with black wrestling boots and dark red kick-pads. In his left hand, he held a long, twisted staff, and upon his face was The Bone Mask he had worn weeks earlier. Syn took the mask off and gave a small smirk as he looked down.
Syn: Ah, I take it that you have noticed my little change of dress, hmm? Well, I assumed that since someone is accusing me of stealing from them, I may as well act the part, ne? And I must say I like it. Not as Exubérant ou à qui attirent l'attention as the attire that I am used to wearing, but I must admit that it has a certain flare to it Yoshi-Kins. I can certainly see why you chose wear this for many years once upon a time. But I digress.
Syn walks along the top of the mausoleum with the staff in hand, twirling it slightly as he points the staff at Logan, who is sitting fearfully inside of the casket
Syn: While my little friend was nice enough to do a very riveting and spirited monologue on my behalf about my upcoming match with you Yoshi-Kins, we both know that our little spat will come to a pause at Struggle for Power after one of us goes into this nice little casket here, if only for a moment. Not because we are allies, oh no. But because, despite my questioning your intelligence level, we’re both smart enough to focus on the larger view of things –
Syn tossed the staff up into the air and caught it, before he gave a grim smile.
Syn: – Namely, The Battlefield match that the both of us are competing in. There will be 35 others like us battling for one chance at glory: A Chance to become the Number 1 Contender to the PCW World Heavyweight Championship at PCW’s Grandest Stage: Battle Finale III. And literally anyone could walk out the victor in this match: You, Me, some random, Jordan, or even an unnamed wrestler who has yet to make himself known. Anyone could come out on top in this one, Yoshi-Kins. Anyone.
Syn sits down on the edge of the Mausoleum and begins inspecting the staff as he continues.
Syn: Several of My Own Disciples are competing in this match as well, and most of them has the mindset of helping me succeed in this match; The Mindset to help me obtain a shot at The PCW World Heavyweight Championship. Now, while I am honored and flattered that you would show someone as undeserving as myself that kind of loyalty, I have one very small, very minor request. (Syn gives a small frown) Don’t. Don’t waste your efforts in order to please me by sacrificing a chance to become more than what you are. Despite what others may say about me, I’m more than understanding of the want and desire to prove that you should be a part of the upper echelon and encourage a little competition among us. So, go to win. Treat me as you would any other wrestler that stood before you in that match. I implore you to do so, because we all know that I would do the same to all of you in the heartbeat.
Another opponent who I find myself crossing paths with in this very match is someone I know very well. Someone who I’ve battled time and time again, and each time we fell closer and closer to the abyss, we drug the other one back. The man who has more wins over me than any wrestler in this industry: Ryan “The Reaper” Robinson. So Ryan, once again the two of us find ourselves on opposite sides of the ring again. How many times have you and I done this now, hmm? For essentially the entire length of our careers, we’ve both been locked onto a suicide course. To the death. Yet each time that it looked like we would finish the other off for good, we pulled back. You couldn’t end me out of some foolish hope that I would “Come to my senses” and feel some semblance of regret over what I have done, and I couldn’t end you because outside of Kai, I would be losing the ONE person on this Go Forsaken Planet that could have even the smallest chance of understand me. Ironic, isn’t it?
Syn gives a soft smile
Syn: Yes, we have allowed eachother to continue on after each battle we have had, but at a cost. You’ve taken from me the vision in one of my eyes, and I’ve taken from you years off of your career, as well as your life. So, one more time you and I will battle, but this time we will not be alone in the ring. And I want you to be The Reaper that you and I both know that you can be. If not, you’ll be eaten ALIVE.
While I’m on the subject of a member of Team Lethality, I would be remiss if I were to forget their Leader. A woman, who for all that she has accomplished in this company, still has very much to achieve in her mind and in the mind of others. The Lethal Latina, Danielle Lopez. While I could lambast you for your naive little notions and perceptions on good and evil, I feel that it has been vastly overdone. Despite the fact that the two of us are on the opposite ends of the views of good and evil, I have nothing but respect for you, and all that you have done as a wrestler. From your series of matches against Heather Monroe, to your part in your husband’s little Dynast as well as your Tag Team run with Desiree Miles, all the way up until your Record Setting reign as the longest reigning PCW Broadcast Champion. Yes, I’ve studied you very well.
Syn frowned.
Syn: But I still find that you and I have a bit of problem, despite all of the respect I do have for you. Recently, it has come to my attention that you have some very…interesting thoughts regarding whether or not I have lost my edge. As well as the absurd idea that I have become a puppet to Morgan Simmons. Well, rest assured Danielle, I’ve lost nothing. I’m still very much the same vile, sadistic evil genius that I was this time last year when we first met. But while we are on the subject of whose edge is to be called into question, what about you? After all, you’ve had to watch as someone who was for MANY YEARS viewed an equal to you in every aspect achieve something that has alluded you for your entire career. Even now, behind all of the smiling and posturing and inspirational little speeches you often like to give, you have to be aware of that fact. Not to mention your loss to Jessica Harmony and the all consuming battle you intend to wage against Morgan and Toxic also have to weigh heavily at the back of your subconscious. (Syn tilts his head slightly) Perhaps, with the bit of recognition that you have gotten since PCW has returned, your fire has dimmed. Perhaps you no longer have an opposable challenger, and that has caused you to lose the desire and spark that made you so respected among your peers.
I want you to prove me wrong, Danielle. I want you to come into The Battlefield Match on Saturday and bring it all. Bring me the passion, the desire, the stubborn, BONE DEEP determination that has made you into inarguably the greatest wrestler in the history of this company to have never held the PCW World Heavyweight Championship and Prove. Me. Wrong.
Syn paused, before he continued.
Syn: And all of my rambling and talk brings me to this. The very reason all of us are competing in the first place: The World Heavyweight Championship, the very prize that will be contested right before our match between the Defending Champion, Heather Monroe and her challenger who’s star is heavily on the rise, Adrien Cochrane.
Now while I won’t pick sides in the World Title Match due to a myriad of reasons, the most important being that I have issue with both Champion and Challenger. With Heather, I must eventually avenge the loss I suffered at her hands that led to her becoming the PCW World Heavyweight Champion. With Adrien, it’s a matter of finding out which of us is the better of PCW’S newer class of talent. And I have a feeling that I will have the opportunity to do both much sooner than later.
But I will say that I do look forward to facing one competitor in that match in particular should I come out victorious in The Battlefield Match. A competitor who, much like myself, is relatively new to The Wonderful World of Premium Championship Wrestling and has managed to make a very large impact in his wake. Heh as defeating no less than 5 Hall of Fame Caliber Wrestlers, Won the company’s secondary title, and generally has grown more and more impressive with each time that you step into a wrestling ring. Mr. Adrien Cochrane. Now, unlike certain others who have whined and complained at the so-called “Unfairness” of your being named The Challenger to Heather Monroe’s World Heavyweight Title, I actually applaud it. I respect you for it, actually. As for the reason why, it’s a very simple thing: It’s exactly what I would have done if I were in your situation.
Syn gives an enigmatic smile as he twirls the staff around in his hands absentmindedly for a moment as he continues.
Syn: Now, before you question exactly what it is and worry yourself, let me explain my reasoning. Less than an hour before you decided to cash in your title opportunity, many people had assumed that you were in a crossroads and were facing a downslide in your career. Up until that point, you hadn’t had a good run of luck, so to speak. Draven Logan Kennedy had managed to not only put you through the smallest, most minuscule sample of hell that his feeble little mind could conjure, but he had managed to take your Platinum Title from you.
Sadly, nearly everyone had written this off as Draven managing to get your number, Mr. Cochrane. But what did you do? How did you handle this? In one of the most devious, most cunning, most brilliant moves that someone could have done, you inserted yourself into the World Title Picture. When one window of opportunity seemed to be closing on you, you stealthily climbed through another and got yourself a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship under the noses of everyone; The fans, the wrestlers, everyone.
Now this is not to say that you are undeserving of your shot, My Friend. Your list of accomplishments in your short time here MORE than warrants it. I’m merely stating what you managed to do with your actions: In one fell swoop, you put yourself front and center into the minds of everyone watching, and no one will forget that. And before you decide to take what it is I say as some sort of offense, I say all of this in respect, not as criticism.
But, as much as I admire you, Mr. Cochrane, I cannot overlook the Champion in this match. It would be positively foolish to do so. “The Class Act”, Heather Monroe. Heather. Dear, sweet Heather; how far it is you have come since PCW’s return. You’ve gone from being doubted and written off as being at the tail end of your career, to taking advantage of a Golden Opportunity and gritting through hell in its purest, most violent form to finally become The PCW World Heavyweight Champion. After so many years of hard work and determination, you managed to climb to the very top of the proverbial mountain and obtain this Company’s greatest honor. This should be a crowning achievement for you, shouldn’t it?
And yet….it’s not, is it? For everything you have accomplished, for all of the doubters you have silenced over the span of your career, you still cannot escape the notion that you are an Underdog. Even now, while you reign above all as The World Heavyweight Champion, you have not managed to shake this seemingly inescapable tag that has followed you throughout your career. And….perhaps it is for the best. Since becoming The World Heavyweight Champion, you’ve not entirely proved anything to suggest otherwise. You just barely managed to wrestle Poor, Little Yoshi-Kins to a Count-Out Draw, and you were nearly shown up by a Rookie in Jordan. You, the World Heavyweight Champion of this company, were nearly beaten by someone who has barely been around this company for 6 months, however talented he may be.
Heather, should you win this match against Mr. Cochrane and I win The Battlefield Match, I will enjoy doing battle with you once again. Except this time there will be no Elite to stand in our way. And rest assured that I WILL avenge the Pin fall that you handed me during The Hell in A Cell Match.
Syn hops back to his feet on top of the Mausoleum and smiles evilly.
Syn: Ladies and gentlemen, men and women of The Premium Championship Wrestling roster, at Struggle for Power it will either be my Greatest Victory or my Day of Reckoning. I will NOT be denied, not now. I will walk through hell and back again bring my ambitions into reality, and there is not a man or woman in this company that will stop me.
Syn turns to walk away, when he is interrupted by Logan.
Logan: E-excuse me, Mr. Syn? C-can I go now?
Syn paused, before he slowly turned to look at Logan. He stares at him for a few moments, before he turns away. He then looks up at the sky and grins evilly.
Syn: Boys…..bury him.
Logan doesn’t manage to process what Syn says, before Kai kicks the lid shut on him and Bull shoves the casket into the open grave it sat next to. Syn laughs evilly before he turns away from the site.
Syn: Oh yes, Mr. Pierce. I gave you my word that I would not hurt you. My men, however, were not included in such a promise. Sweet Dreams, my imposter.
Syn gives out an insane cackle as he jumps off of the mausoleum and lands on his feet, before he begins to walk away. As the scene fades to black, the sound of dirt hitting the casket as Kai, Bull, and Ape continue to bury Logan is heard in the background.
