The scene opened outside of a rather large building, the words “Pro Wrestling Illustrated†displayed on the top of it. The scene then shifts to just outside of the editor’s office, where a heated argument from inside of the office is heard.
Female Interviewer: Look, I don’t see why I have to be the one to interview the creep! Can’t you send someone else? You know, someone who actually knows how to handle guys like him!?
There was a weary sigh that came from the other occupant of the room, before another voice spoke.
Editor: If there was anyone else I could send, sweetheart, you know I would. This interview has been meant to happen for at least a year, but with the federation that scheduled it closing down after the owner died; it kept getting pushed back because we could never contact the guy! And what’s wrong with you interviewing him anyway?
The other person in the office snorts in disbelief.
Female Interviewer: Well, for starters, he hates reporters –
She was cut off by the other occupant
Editor: MALE reporters. You, obviously, are not one.
Female Interviewer: - He may try something while I’m interviewing him –
Editor: Not his style. He usually answers most of the questions BEFORE he does anything.
The female interviewer paused in mid sentence and glared at her boss, who just gave has a small smirk in return.
Female Interviewer: You seriously won’t let me back out of this one, will you?
The Editor shook his head in the negative.
Editor: Nope. Look, I understand that you’re nervous about interviewing the guy. Hell, I don’t want him within a hundred feet of me, let alone anywhere in my building! But we’re the first people he actually agreed to do an interview with. Not Dave Meltzer. Not Powerslam Magazine. Us! The point is that we NEED this, Sherri. He was voted The Most Hated Man in Wrestling last year as well as Rookie of The Year from both us and The Wrestling Observer Newsletter. Plus the guy is a complete mystery to the world. We want to be the ones to get an insider’s view on what goes on inside of his mind, what makes him tick, what he wants out of the wrestling business, and everything in between!
Sherri sighed as she listened to her boss and realized he was right. This interview would be a great thing for the publication, but at the same time it did nothing to stop her worries about WHO she was interviewing. She glanced down at the folder in her hands, staring long and hard at the name written in bold on the front.
Sherri: (Muttering) Syn.
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Sherri paced back and forth in a straight line as she waited for Syn to arrive, looking up every few moments as she slowly became more and more paranoid about what may or may not happen during the interview. Would he attempt to torture her after the interview was over? Thoughts similar to this one began swirling within her mind as she continued to pace.
??? : Lost in our thoughts, are we?
Sherri shrieked in fright and quickly turned around to find the source of the voice. It was Syn, who was leaning against the wall opposite of the door. Sherri tried to give a response as Syn simply looked at her in thinly veiled amusement.
Sherri: H-how the hell did you get in here without anyone noticing?
Syn pushed off of the wall and slowly walked towards her, giving her a small, evil smirk.
Syn: That will my little secret to keep, my dear.
Sherri doesn’t say anything; she just stares at Syn, taking in his appearance. Syn was hearing a purple blazer, a green and black tie, purple dress shirt, and black pants. The one thing that keeps her attention about his appearance, however, was his face. The paint was chalk white, with black around the eyes, and a red and green variant of a Glasgow Smile on his face. She snapped out of her observation of him and notices he was giving her a knowing smile, letting her know that he knew what she had been doing for the past several seconds. Blushing, she motions for him to take a seat, and does so herself.
Sherri: Well, first off Syn, I would like to thank you for taking the time to sit down with us today, knowing that you aren’t exactly a…â€Media Friendly†personality.
Syn chuckled as he leaned forward slightly, leering at her.
Syn: The pleasure is all mine, Miss Sherri. After all, what man, sane or otherwise, would pass up the opportunity to be within close proximity of someone as beautiful as you?
Sherri blushed at this, but otherwise tried to brush off the complement.
Sherri: Yes, well, let’s get onto the interview, shall we? Over the last year, we’ve seen you have battles with the likes of Ryan “The Reaper†Robinson, Christopher Flair, and a slew of other opponents, and in the process, added two World Title Reigns to your still-developing résumé. How do you feel about all that you have managed to accomplish so far?
Syn thinks over it for a moment, before replying.
Syn: I don’t really feel anything about my accomplishments, to be honest. Not because I’m not proud of them, but because I prefer thinking about my future rather than what I’ve done in the past.
Sherri nods at that answer, before moving on to the next question.
Sherri: I also wanted to ask a question about comments that you’ve often made in the past when it concerns being The World Heavyweight Champion. You’ve often said that you don’t really care for it and that it’s “Not your main concern to be a World Championâ€, and acted with indifference whenever you possessed a title. I just wanted some insight on this.
Syn: It is exactly as it sounds, my dear. You see, I’ve never been motivated to become the World Champion like everyone else. I’ve always seen it as a side goal to everything else that I have planned for where ever it is that I happened to be employed. If I ever did happen to win it, it was treated as a means to an end, to lure in challenger after challenger to come after me-
Sherri interrupts Syn.
Sherri: Sort of like a fishing lure?
Syn gave her a small frown, causing her to cringe as she realized her mistake. He slowly leaned back and gave her a calculating look.
Syn: Yes…like a fishing lure.
The conversation lapses into an uncomfortable silence soon after this. Sherri shifted nervously as Syn continued to stare at her, before he finally broke the silence.
Syn: I assume that since you’ve ceased your questions that we are done here.
Sherri’s attention snapped back to Syn as stood up and went to leave, before stopping him.
Sherri: Actually (Syn pauses as she begins to speak) I had one more question that I wanted to ask you, about the World Heavyweight Title match between you and Drew Alexander inside Hell in a Cell.
Syn didn’t move for a few moments, before he slowly walked back to his chair and sat down, giving Sherri a curious look.
Syn: Well then, by all means. Ask.
Sherri nodded slightly.
Sherri: Syn, in several days time, you defend your World Heavyweight Title against Drew Alexander inside of a Hell in a Cell Match, with John McHenry acting as the special guest referee. The last time that McHenry and you were in the same ring, you had a hand in his firing. What are your thoughts on all of this?
Syn stared at her for a few moments, before chuckling darkly.
Syn: I was under the impression that this was an interview of a different nature than the interviews usually done by ACW’s interviewers, but I’ll answer none the less. I don’t really hold any ill will towards McHenry for inserting himself into this match. If not for any other reason, for the simple fact that no other referee would dare try to officiate a match as….â€Personal†as this one. (Syn sneers slightly) But I think even HE knows, whether this is some revenge fueled plot or not, that it would be unwise to do anything that may have an adverse effect on the match’s outcome.
A dark look crossed Syn's face as he continued to speak.
Syn: And as for Drew Alexander, well, he wanted the World Title, at any and all costs. Now he finds that the only thing standing between he and the glory he so truly craves, is a 20 foot tall monstrosity, and the demon that calls it home. You see, the Cell is one of the most violent, most horrific matches ever conceived by the human mind. And it’s also a paradise for someone of my particular mindset: I get the opportunity to inflict an unearthly amount of pain to someone, with very limited restrictions, inside of a structure tailor made for destruction. It is almost the perfect scenario for me.
Sherri unconsciously backs into her seat as a very frightening look crosses Syn’s face. He slowly turns to look at her with a small smile on his face, before standing up.
Syn: I think it would be wise to end this interview here. I’m sure you’ve gleamed more than enough information from me to compose your article.
Syn turns on his heel and walks out of the room, leaving Sherri to wonder exactly what she had gotten herself into as the camera fades to black.
