Roleplay Roleplay by SYNDICATE
On Tue, Jan30, 2018 7:58pm America/Phoenix
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*Static covers the screen before giving way to a shot of the outside of the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum.  The camera is looking up at the stadium's iconic peristyle, where the words "LOS ANGELES MEMORIAL COLISEUM" are emblazoned in bright white letters above the Olympic rings.  Artificial lights illuminate the rest of the area.*


*The area seems to be devoid of humans; however, after a few seconds of silence, soft footsteps can be heard coming towards the camera.  Just a few moments later, two feet, covered in black Nike sneakers, step out from behind the camera and into the spotlight.*

???: Home.

*The camera moves upward to reveal the rest of the person to be that of Syndicate.  Wearing his blood-red leather jacket, gray t-shirt, and black denim jeans, Syndicate looks up at the peristyle as the camera observes from behind.*

Syndicate: Apter may be where I was born, sure...but this place, this beautiful city...this is truly my home.  And after spending the past few months down south and across the's good to finally bring the WWX back to Los Angeles.  Now, I've just gotta make sure that Ravage ends with a W for the hometown boy.

*He chuckles and turns around, now facing the camera.*

Syndicate: And maybe, while I'm here, I can remind people exactly who I well as why I'm one of the most dangerous men to ever step foot in a WWX ring.

*Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he speaks.*

Syndicate: For those who are just tuning in, my name is Sydney Maxwell Irvine, better known as Syndicate.  I am a five-time World Heavyweight Champion, a World Series winner, and a future Hall of Famer.  I'm the best there is in that ring, and I'm the best there is on the mic.  I used to call myself the "Wrestling God" - that's because, no matter what others may do, NOBODY can touch me.

*The Los Angeles Outlaw sighs.*

Syndicate: But that still doesn't stop 'em.  I mean, look at Kurtis Ray.  The man seems to have this unholy obsession with taking me out.  Seriously, he does it every chance he gets.  Why?  Because GOD FORBID he got taken out at Holiday Hell by Darkness and I.  Lord, have mercy on that poor man's soul.  Seriously, boys and girls, Kurtis Ray is apparently STILL steaming about that.  Meanwhile, whenever I even mention the fact that maybe, possibly, something didn't go in my favor, I'm shunned by the entire world.  Talk about a |BLEEP|in' hypocrite.  And then, instead of facing me in that ring like a MAN would, Kurtis decides the best course of action is to do what HE HIMSELF decried: attack me when my back is turned.  Right.  Real righteous man, Kurtis is.

*Syndicate turns back around and begins to walk towards the peristyle of the Coliseum as he continues to speak.*

Syndicate: But, to be honest, I don't mind all that much.  After all, I'd rather let him expend all his energy now than at Aftershock, when he and I face off again with our futures in the Crusade Cup on the line.  You know, I'm pretty sure that if Kurtis was here right now, he'd be talking about how "he has my number" or "he's got the mental edge" or whatever.  I beg to differ.  Kurtis Ray has done nothing but bitch and moan about his damn misfortune at Holiday Hell.  You don't see me doing the same thing about losing my World title.  No, no, no.  I'll admit, I got my shoulders pinned by Xavier Pendragon.  I was the one that didn't kick out.  I lost.  But I'm going to come back at Xavier stronger than ever and I'm going to take back what's MINE.  Kurtis, meanwhile...complains.  He's bitter, he's pissed off, he's behaving like a petulant child.  What a |BLEEP|in' joke.

*He pauses.*

Syndicate: You know, a sharp listener would have heard what I just said and thought to themselves, "Syndicate, you haven't advanced to Aftershock yet!  Why are you talking about facing Kurtis at the event?"  Very good question, theoretical person - you are correct, I haven't made it to Aftershock yet, but if you look at the situation I find myself in, I see this week's match as a bygone conclusion.  You've got Syndicate - the Constant, the Measuring Stick, the Los Angeles |BLEEP|IN' Outlaw - going up against Korath, a man that has spent as much time on the couch as he has on the WWX roster since he's debuted, in his hometown of Los Angeles, California.  It doesn't take much to predict what the result's going to be.

Syndicate: Korath thinks that he's this "great teacher" or somethin'.  The first time we faced off back in 2013, he came away with the victory.  As if that's something to be proud of.  Beating a man in his second week with the company?  Yeah, that's tough.  Really proud of him for fighting the good fight.  Ever since then, Korath's acted like he's had a leg up on me.  Even when I was at the top of the world as World Champion, Korath saw himself - somehow - as above me.  Why?  Because he beat me that one time?  Because he thinks he's an alpha-male?  Or maybe it's because Korath has simply been deluded all these years.  But, no matter how you shake it, one thing remains: I'm a legend in my own right.  I'm a future Hall of Famer. not, and he never will be.

*Making it to a fence that stands in front of the peristyle, Syndicate calmly opens a chain-link door and steps through.*

Syndicate: Korath...I know you're still mad at me for damn near killing you at Hall of Pain, but just like Kurtis Ray, you need to |BLEEP|in' build a bridge and get over it, because nobody's offering you any sympathy anymore.  This week, you've got your chance to stick it to the man that's been pushing you back down the ladder for years now.  You've got the opportunity to stake your claim in the main event scene of the WWX.  Will you accomplish that?  Doubtful.  You would have to put on the performance of a lifetime, but - spoiler alert! - even that won't be enough against an impassioned, determined, desperate, and unforgiving Los Angeles Outlaw.

Syndicate: This city that welcomed me with open arms is going to slap you clean across the face, Korath.  The fans of Los Angeles are going to rip you apart from the moment you step off that plane at LAX.  And then, in the middle of the chaos, you're going to find yourself standing face-to-face with one of your greatest rivals.  There, Korath, is where you will die.  There...the legend of Korath will FINALLY be put to rest.  And I won't regret a single bit of it.

*Finally reaching the peristyle, Syndicate stands and looks over at the famous football stadium that plays host to both the Los Angeles Rams and the USC Trojans.  As no football has been played here since January 6th, the place is deserted and all the lights are off.  Syndicate, smiling, speaks again.*

Syndicate: Home.  This is home.  And this week, home will be your coffin.  Welcome to the Syndicate.

*Syndicate turns around and walks off past the camera.  As he does, the shot is taken over by static.*



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