Death

Roleplay Roleplay by SYNDICATE
On Tue, Oct17, 2017 10:57am America/Phoenix
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Death
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*Static flicks across the screen before giving way to the image of a churchyard.  The cathedral itself, made out of red brick and slightly aged, stands proudly at the top of a small hill, surrounded by various trees and plants.  To the left and behind the church sits a rather large cemetery, with numerous gravestones and epitaphs.  The camera pans over to the side of the church, where a man is leaning against the brick wall looking over at the graveyard.*

*The man is dressed in a black zip-up hoodie, blue jeans, and black Nike sneakers.  A fleck of blonde hair can be seen from the side, coming out of the hood.  With one foot pressed against the wall, his hands rest in his sweatshirt pockets as a calm breeze sweeps over the area.  After a few moments of peace, the man reaches up and pulls the hood down, revealing himself to be Syndicate.  The chiseled face of the four-time World Champion shines in the bright sunlight.*

Syndicate: I've been an extraordinary lucky person when it comes to death.  Both sets of my grandparents are still alive, as is my entire extended family.  Only one of my friends has ever died, and that was from suicide a few years back.  I've only been to one funeral in my life.  All in all, I've escaped the pain of death so far.

*He chuckles.*

Syndicate: Now, obviously, I'm as alive as I can possibly be.  I am talking to this camera, after all.  But in more of a metaphorical sense, I don't die in the ring, either.  As I've said numerous times before, I don't win matches - I SURVIVE them.  I live to fight another day, no matter what happens.  People just can never seem to get rid of me because I always come back for more.  I believe that this is the problem Darkness is facing right now.

*Any sort of humor leaves the face of Syndicate as he speaks.*

Syndicate: You thought you got rid of me at World Series, huh, Darkness?  You thought I would just ride off into the International Division and leave you alone like a good boy?  No.  No, I'm not doing that.  I'm not going home with my tail tucked behind my legs.  Instead, I will not rest until I single-handedly destroy everything you hold near and dear to your heart.  I'll destroy your career, I'll destroy your beaten-up body, and I'll take the World Championship right back.  And the best part is that I won't stop until I do exactly those three things.  You can't get rid of me, Darkness, because I DON'T DIE.

Syndicate: This past week on Fury, I beat you, 1, 2, 3, in the middle of that ring.  That alone proves that you can't handle the new, vengeful Syndicate.  But I think this week will be the real test, when you face me in a no-disqualification match.  The "rubber match", if you will.  If you thought last week was bad for you, Darkness...oh, boy, you've got another thing coming.  No disqualifications.  No countouts.  No holds barred.  ANYTHING is legal.  Last week, you were visited by a RESTRAINED Los Angeles Outlaw.  This week...the chains are off, and I am still out for destruction.

*A small chuckle escapes from his lips.*

Syndicate: And you know what's really funny about all this, Darkness?  You made me like this.  Your actions have brought destruction upon your tortured soul.  YOU DID THIS, Darkness, NOT ME.  God knows I would have rather scraped by with a win at World Series and let you go on your merry way, but no, you had to RUIN me and take MY championship.  Now...now, I want nothing more than to crack your skull into a thousand different pieces.  I dream about kicking your ass all over the TD Garden and putting you away with ten No Signals in a row.  I want to DESTROY you, Darkness.  And then I'll do it again...and again...and again, until I get the World Heavyweight Championship back over my shoulder.

Syndicate: You've awoken a monster, Darkness.  One that you cannot possibly contain.  At Fury, I will beat you senseless, and at Hall of Pain, I'll do the same damn thing to you and Korath.  You don't deserve that World title, and as long as I'm around, you will NEVER deserve it.  Welcome to the Syndicate.

*He flashes his signature smile, and as he does, the shot is enveloped in static.*

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