Late Night Thoughts

Roleplay Roleplay by SYNDICATE
On Fri, Aug25, 2017 10:24pm America/Phoenix
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Late Night Thoughts

*Static fills the screen before transitioning into a shot of a plain forest green couch.  The couch, which is populated with two brownish-red pillows, sits in the middle of what seems to be a normal living room.  Off-camera, a noise can be heard.*

???: *sigh*

*From off-camera left comes Syndicate, the WWX Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion.  He is dressed in a grey and red Aeropostale t-shirt, tan cargo shorts, and grey Adidas shoes.  He looks around at the dark living room surrounding him before plopping down on the sofa, eyes focused on the camera.*

Syndicate: You know, I would rather not have to make a video like this at 10:00 PM PST every week, Krimzon.  The least you could do is give me some advance notice or something.

*Instead of chuckling at his own joke, which he would normally do, Syndicate rubs his stubbled chin.*

Syndicate: If you're stunned by the change of locale and clothing, well, sorry to disappoint.  I'm staying at a friend's house tonight instead of staying in some s|BLEEP|y San Diego hotel.  I'm not about that life, as the WWX Universe is well aware of.  Plus...I obviously wasn't prepared to be recording tonight.

*As he speaks, Syndicate tries to make his slightly-ruffled blonde hair a bit more presentable for the camera.*

Syndicate: I'm gonna cut right to the chase because I think we all want to go to bed right about now.  Krimzon, I don't fear you.  Far from it, in fact.  Why would I fear some has-been like yourself?  Why would I be afraid of someone that will inevitably be defeated and immediately disappear right after, Krimzon?

*The champion shakes his head as the serious look remains on his face.*

Syndicate: I've seen this movie before, Krim, and to be honest, it was old when I saw it the first time.  You are here for that one last glimpse at the spotlight of the WWX.  You want - no, you NEED - the attention of those fans to keep your self-esteem at a socially-acceptable level.  And you want my World title so you can stay in that spotlight even longer.  How pathetic.

Syndicate: I didn't win the respect of the WWX Universe by doing flippy shit and pandering to the crowd.  Hell, when I did that early in my career, I got my ass booed out of the building.  No, I am respected because of my hard work and dedication.  I am respected for putting on the best match of the night EVERY night.  I am respected because I have been |BLEEP|ing unstoppable over the past four years.  Nobody can touch the Los Angeles Outlaw.  Nobody can touch the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion.

*Syndicate sighs again, clearly wanting to be anywhere else but here.*

Syndicate: Okay, you know what?  |BLEEP| this.  Krimzon, we've been wrestling each other for two weeks now and I already hate you.  That must be a new world record or something.  Seriously, everything you do rubs me the wrong way.  The cheap pops, the self-entitlement, EVERYTHING.  I hate you more than you can possibly fathom.  And I would like nothing more than to publicly humiliate you this week on Fury.

Syndicate: I don't like you being here in the WWX in 2017.  I want you gone.  I want you out.  I want you as far away from my championship as you possibly can be.  The WWX has grown around me because the company and the fans and the guys in the back all know that I am the hardest worker in the business.  I go out to that ring, I steal the damn show, and I make my presence felt.  I have earned the respect of everyone in the professional wrestling industry.  Meanwhile, Krimzon, you are nothing more than someone that wants to ride my coattails and milk me for as much money and fame as you can possibly get.  It's insulting, it's degrading, and I want to crush your head for it.  Am I allowed to do that?  Probably not, but I don't care.  Either way, it'll be MY hand that gets raised at the end of the night.

*Syndicate barely flashes a smile for the first time in this video before quickly making it vanish.*

Syndicate: I, Sydney Maxwell Irvine, am the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion, and I intend to do whatever it takes to make sure you never touch this championship again.  Over the past few weeks, you have done nothing but piss me the |BLEEP| off, hence this video where I decided to rip you to shreds.  But don't expect this anger to get in the way of my wrestling ability on Fury, Krimzon.  No, no, no, I am WAY too professional for that.  Instead, I'll slowly but surely weaken your body and mind until you lay on that mat, a broken version of your former self.  Deal?

*Syndicate leans forward, still staring directly at the camera.*

Syndicate: Deal.  That's what happens when you make the champion stay up late.  Welcome to the Syndicate.

*He quickly stands up and walks off as the camera turns to static.*


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