The scene opened up inside of Syn's locker room, where the lights had been dimmed and the temperature had drasticaly been lowered, giving off an eerie, almost ominous feeling. In the middle of the room, a lone individual sat in a chair, a contemplative look on his painted features. It was Syn, dressed to compete, staring off into the darkness as he thought of his recent encounters withboth John McHenry and The World Heavyweight Champion, Zack Bronko. His rivalry with Bronko was something that took up most of his attention. It seemed that, for the first time in his young career, he was in a rivalry that was based off of respect and a desire to find out who was the better man, rather than based off of his actions. It was a concept that was both puzzling and interesting.
There was, however, one small problem with his rivalry with Bronko: The General Manager of Alternative Championship Wrestling, John McHenry. It seemed that, for whatever reason, the man had saw fit to place himself in the middle of this clash between he and Bronko. Syn didn't know what prompted this change in attitude, but it has grown annoying. Syn's thoughts were interrupted as he felt his cell-phone vibrating inside of his trench-coat pocket. He absentmindedly pulled it out and, without seeing who it was, answered it.
Syn: I take it this call is more business than a want for brotherly bonding, Kai.
The line was silent for a moment, before Kai's familiar monotone was heard.
Kai I called to warn you that McHenry is supposedly planning something for you.
Syn merely rose a brow at his brother's response, before leaning forward, interested in Kai's word.
Syn: Is that so? I thought he would have had the common courtesy to wait until Adrenaline to spring his little trap, insted of wasting on a lowly house-show.
Syn knew that Kai was just as suspicious as he was, and was likely wondering exactly what it was that McHenry was planning, much like he was.
Kai: If I were you, brother, I would be on my look out.
Syn chuckled darkly.
Syn: If you were me, little brother, your sense of humor and your outlook on life would be vastly improved; but your advice is well recieved none the less.
Syn hung up the phone and stood up, brushing his coat tails aside as he strolled out of his locker room and down to ringside.
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"Duality" by Slipknot played as the lights dimmed, causing the fans to erupt as they await Syn's arrival. The lights cam back up, and the cheering reached a fever pitch as Syn was balancing himself on the Guard-Rail, his hands inside of his trench-coat pocket as he looks out into the crowd with a dark smile. He casually hops off the rail, before he circled over the ring and crept up the steel steps and climbs up the top ropes, before hopping into the ring.
Ashley Sparxxx: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 217 pounds, THIS.....IS......SYN!!!!
Syn slid off his trench-coat and handed it to a stagehand, before patiently sitting down indian style in the middle of the ring as he awaited his opponent. Suddenly, a stagehand sprinted from the backstage area, to the confusion of everyone in the arena, and ran over to where Ashley was sitting. He told her something, cauing her to give Syn an uneasy glance, before she rose the microphone and bean to speak.
Ashley Sparxxx: Um....under the orders of The General Manager, John McHenry, the following match will now be contested under No-Disqualifications, No Count-Outs, and if Syn's opponent manages to win tonight, he will win a spot on The ACW Roster!
The crowd didn't like that ruling, and showed it with a chorus of boos. Syn, however, managed to stay calm for the most part, although he appeared to be twitching slightly in annoyance. He slowly stood up and walked over the ropes, politely asking Ashley for a mic. She hands it to him, and he starts pacing the ring as he speaks.
Syn: So, it seems that you've realized that you alone can't take me away, John-boy. And in this realization, you've turned to someone outside of the company to face me.
Syn sneers slightly in disgust
Syn: How....sad, that you yourself aren't capable enough to stop me.
The crowd roared at the insult.
Syn: I honesty don't know what your reasoning is for your actions as of late, nor do I find myself caring. You have some sort of problem with me, enough of one to where you would not only insert yourself in my business with Zack Bronko, but go out beyond the company to find someone to "Test" me. Well then, John, If you, Zacky, and I are going to be playing games...
Here, Syn gives a truely evil smile.
Syn:...You had better be prepared to be delt from the BOTTOM of the deck.
With that, Syn dropped the microphone and dropped back down into a sitting position, awaiting his opponent's arrival. The arena was tense with silence for a few moments, before an entrance theme very familiar to Syn began to play, causing the crowd to boo.
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Out from behind the curtain stepped a young man, who looked to be around Syn's size, with an air of smug superiority around him. He had slicked back blonde hair, shock-bright blue eyes, and an arrogant smirk plastered on his face as he slowly walked down to the ring, his eyes locked on Syn's the entire time.
Ashley Sparxxx: And his opponent, from Chelsea, England, weighing in at 202 Pounds, Harrison Andrews!
He quickly walked up the steel steps and entered the ring, his full attention still on Syn as he rose back to his feet, picking the mic back up as they stared down for a moment. Finally, Syn rose his mic, a look of utter distain on his face as he spoke.
Syn: Hello, Harrison.
Harrison's smirk widened considerably at Syn's less than pleasent greeting.
Harrison Andrews: You sound less than thrilled to see me, Sunshine. After all, you had to think at SOME point that if I coulnd't get to Kai, you would be next in line.
Syn frowned at the other wrestler, remembering all too well what he was elluding to. Several months ago, Kai had broken Harrison's leg with a particularly painful submission hold in a fit of rage after being cost a World Title shot. While Syn fully encouraged the violent action, both he and Kai knew that Harrison wasn't the type of person who would just let something like this go.
Harrison Andrews: You see, your "precious" little brother took 5 months off of my career. And in that time, I've watched as the both of you just moved on, as if he nearly ending my career was of no matter to either of you!
Harrison seemed to be raging at this point, before he paused, and gave a calming sigh as he ran a hand over his hair, before continuing.
Harrison Andrews: But then, I got a phone call from your General Manager, John McHenry, with a most generous offer: I would be able to recieve a spot on the ACW Roster if I beat you into a mangled, bloody pulp.
Harrison suddenly got right in Syn's face.
Harrison Andrews: I more than readily accepted his offer.
Syn nods slightly, blankly staring at the blonde wrestler with very little interest. He looked around at the cheering crowd, before
Syn: That was a very...interesting monologue, Harrison. Very interesting indeed. You and I have alot of history.More than I care to remember, actually, and far more issues between us to count.
Syn calmly started circling Harrison with a cold look on his face, before stopping right in ont of him.
Syn: On second thought, I won't even attempt to waste my words on you. No, no, I have something else planned, something that you and I both know. Something that you and I both can understand better than nearly anyone in this very building-
Syn suddenly lashed out and nailed Harrison right in the jaw with the microphone! Harrison staggered backwards into a corner, clutching his now bleeding mouth with his left hand as he glared hatefully at Syn. Syn gave Harrison a cold smile as he glared at him from the corner, before speaking.
Syn:-Pain. An Ungodly amount of pain.
Syn dropped the mic as the ref rang the bell, signaling the start of this volitile match up.
