The scene opened up with Syn storming backstage, his face eerily blank as he looks around for something. Before he can get far, however, he sees the very familiar sight of The ACW Security making their way towards him, looks of caution. Syn, normally, would have found their hesitation amusing, if not a bit disappointing, but at the moment his mind was just one thing and one thing only: Getting to John McHenry. Nothing else mattered at the moment.
Syn watched as Security slowly surrounded him, and Richard, The Head of Security, walked up to him. Normally, the two men would be civil to one another, given the fact that while Syn was likely to cause trouble, he wa at least pleasent to them when he was caught. But now,, with the mindset that Syn was in, there would be no such thing.
Richard: Syn...I know what it is you're planning to do, and I'm afaid that I can't allow you to go through with it. Mr. McHenry gave us strick orders to escort you from the building after he left.
Richard flinched slightly when Syn turned to him, startling him by the emotion that were visible in those normally emotionless bright green eyes. It was rage. Pure, unrelenting, barely restrained rage, all of it directed towards John McHenry. Richard almost felt sorry for McHenry, and what would happen if Syn actually were to get his hands on him. Syn tilted his head slightly, and began speaking.
Syn: "After he left", you say? So I'm to assume that he has long since left the building?
Richard nods, not entirely sure where this is going.
Syn: You know, Richard, I would like to believe you. Dispite your annoying sense of duty, you've never had it in you to lie to me for some reason or another. I'd like to believe you...if a stagehand I had come across hadn't in a moment of fear, revealed to me that McHenry's car is still in it' parking spot, and that he hasn't gone anywhere near the parking lot yet.
Richard's eyes widen in shock as Syn moves past him, heading straight for McHenry's office. Security scrambled after him as he walked around the back, looking patiently for the office of ACW's General manager. After a few minutes of searching, Syn paused, when he saw that a door had been kicked in rather violently. What caught his attention, however, was the nameplate on the door, reading "General Manager's office".
Syn:....Hmm. It seems that someone has already beaten me to the punch, so to speak.
Syn walked into the office and looked around noting that while no one was inside, everything seemed to be intact. Syn casually strolled over to the desk and sat down behind it, steepling his hands as he closes his eyes and thinks. Richard, as well as the rest of Security, aren't really sure what to think right now. They had all half expected Syn to go on a rampage and attack anything in sight. So, he's been nothing but calm, if a little restrained. It was unnerving.
Syn: So, it's not enough for McHenry that I've lost the ACW World Heavyweight Championship tonight, but he chooses to attack me from behind, like numerous times in the past, and flee. Flee before either myself or Zack Bronko would be able to find him and deliver onto him a fury which the likes he never imagined existed. I must commend him, he at the very least knows how to make a quick exit.
Richard and the other security guards all look at each other, still worried over the impending eruption. Richard then stepped forward cautiosly, making sure to keep his eyes on Syn the entire time.
Richard: Alright, Syn, Mr. McHenry isn't here. He got out of the building a while ago, so at this point you'd just be chasing after a man who's long gone. It's best if you just leave now, while there is no damage done, and move past this.
Syn's eyes snapped open and he stared at Richard for a few seconds, before sighing.
Syn: If only I were a better man, Richard. If I were, I'd be more than willing to let this slide. Let the fact that John McHenry has, once again, saw fit to involve himself in my career and attempt to make some kind of statement at MY expense...
Syn then gave an chilling, spine-numbingly evil smile as he pushed the chair back slightly.
Syn:....But then again, that wouldn't be me at all, would it Richard? After all, I've just capped off the worst month of my career by having my so-called "Boss" attack me. It would be REALLY out of character for me to just "leave it alone" now, woudn't it?
Richard nearly shivered at the silky, sinister tone that matched the look of pure evil Syn is wearing at the moment. He, like many of the other officers, had heard of the horror stories of what the man in front of him has done in the past, and from the looks of things, the "Old Syn" was re-emerging with a vengence. Racking his brain for a way to keep Syn from going through with his plans, Richard tried to reason with him.
Richard: Syn, you're still on Behavioral Probation
Syn's smile, if even possible, became more evil as he leaned over the desk slightly.
Syn: Ah, yes, my Probation that was brought on by beating that poor, poor Stagehand several months ago. How is he by the way? I sent him a get well soon card, and wanted to be sure it got through to him.
Richard glared at Syn's callousness, and his complete lack of apathy over what he had done to the young man. He was lucky that the injuries he had sustained weren't worse, otherwise Phoenix would have done far, far more than fine him and place him on this Probational Period.
Richard: (Through clenched teeth) He suffered a Concussion, abraisions, lacerations, and 3 cracked ribs. He's STILL recovering from the experience.
Syn simply shrugged, not caring about the older man's anger at the moment.
Syn: Ah, pitty that. I didn't think that I hit him that hard. But never the less, during the time immediately after Phoenix's departure, I came across an interesting little ruling that was put into the clause of the paper that made my "Probation" official.
Richard had a feeling of unease at the smile Syn was wearing.
Syn: You see, for all intent and purposes, the documant was iron clad. All except one little loop-hole that, if unchecked, would have flown under the radar. This clause states that if I were to be put in a situation where I would be unlawfully provoked by a person of authority, the Probation is considered null and void. Now, while it is very vauge, it DID say a Person of Authority. Now,that could mean you, it could mean The Head Coordinator who helps set up the arena....
Syn trailed off as he noted that Richard had become deathly pale, realising what he meant.
Richard: -Or it could mean McHenry.
Syn's eyes lit up in sinsiter delight as it sunk in exactly WHAT McHenry had done, and how it went beyond simply angering Syn.
Syn: Now do you get it? While McHenry will endure hell in it's purest form when he and I next meet, I actually owe him something. The little fool, in his bravado and arrogance, has given me a pass to be me again. To once again be The Maniacal Mastermind that I was. It's simply hilarious that he has given me the chance to "Make ACW my plaground".
Syn stood up and walked around the desk, patting Richard on the shoulder as he stops next to him.
Syn: It's going to rain a torrent of blood in ACW. Whether McHenry will be the one bleeding or not remains to be seen.
With that, Syn made his way past Security, letting out a shrill, bone-chilling laugh as he goes to exit the building as the camera fades to black.
