Roleplay Roleplay by SYNDICATE
On Wed, Jun07, 2017 4:15pm America/Phoenix
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*The familiar image of static covers the screen before transitioning to a shot of the exterior of the Mercedes-Benz Superdome in New Orleans.  The camera is situated across the street from the enormous structure and is pointed towards the entrance of one of the arena's parking garage, this one labeled "Champions Garage".  Various cars whiz by in the middle of rush-hour traffic, with the sun still midway in the sky.  A red Hyundai Elantra can be seen turning off of Girod Street and zooming into the garage's entrance.  The window rolls down and a jacket-covered arm reaches out to flash the security guard an ID.  The guard glances down at the card, nods, and allows for the Hyundai to pass.*


*After another burst of static, the camera is repositioned to face Entrance Gate C of the Superdome.  A few moments pass before a man steps out from behind the camera and walks towards the doors.  This man is Syndicate, dressed in his white leather jacket, black t-shirt, and worn-down blue jeans.  He carries a black duffel bag over his right shoulder as he pauses, looking up at the massive structure looming before him.*

Syndicate: ...damn...

*He glances at the camera behind him.*

Syndicate: I've wrestled here plenty of times before, but still gets me every time.

*He turns back around and opens one of the many doors to enter the stadium.*


*A third static interruption gives way to another shot of Syndicate.  This time, he is seated near the ground level in one of the many black chairs within the Superdome.  Syndicate holds the World Heavyweight Championship over his right shoulder as he looks out at the empty seats above, below, and around him.*

Syndicate: I hate how people still think I can't wrestle.  "He's too weak", "He gets lucky", that kind of BS.  After winning the World title four times in four years, you'd think I would be getting some respect.  But, that's too easy to give, I guess.

*He cracks his signature smile.*

Syndicate: Of course, you can't expect much more from Kurtis Ray.  By this point, Kurtis, I don't want to talk to you anymore.  I really don't.  The only reason why I'm making this video for is that I'm contractually obligated to.  No, what I really want to be doing right now is shutting your mother|BLEEP|ing mouth up for once.  Because there's definitely a double-standard going on right now, and I'm not just talking about you.

Syndicate: I said I wasn't going to concern myself with our history because we've done that numerous times over already.  I'm still going to hold myself to that promise.  I will, however, say this: after you beat me at Aftershock, I took my loss like a man.  I went home to LA, I thought about the defeat for a long damn time, and I began the "resurgence" of Syndicate.  I didn't make excuses, I didn't blame any outside factors; after all, it was my shoulders that got pinned to the mat.  But then, when the resurgence is completed and I beat you at's a different story.  Instead of doing what a respectable man should, you threw, in forgiving terms, a hissy fit.  You went berzerk on the WWX locker room, brutally attacking your foes and throwing all decency you ever had out the window.  As for the actual loss at Deadlock, you blamed pretty much everything under the sun EXCEPT for yourself.  Yeah, there were chairs, it was Hell in a Cell, and it was not a clean match under any definition of the word.  But, and maybe I'm remembering this wrong, didn't you still get pinned?  Didn't you get beat?  Didn't you, the UNDISPUTED World Heavyweight Champion, run out of energy when you needed it most?  In review, when I humbly accept defeat, it shows my weaknesses according to you...but when you violently reject a loss, you are somehow a stronger and more determined wrestling.  Makes sense to me.

*Syndicate sighs.*

Syndicate: I'm kidding, of course; that makes no sense at all.  You know what else doesn't make sense?  Kurtis's insistence that I am somehow an underdog in this fight, that I'm somehow unfit to be World Heavyweight Champion.  Last time I checked, the World champ is NEVER the underdog, as he know...the World Champion.  But, you know what, that's fine.  I'm perfectly okay with you underestimating me yet again, Kurtis.  Because of that, I've already won.  I've already retained my title.  Every damn match, I'm painted as a lucky son of a bitch by my opponent, and every damn match, I put on a show and prove them wrong.  You accuse me of being unoriginal and predictable, Kurtis?  Look at yourself.  It's like you're Xander Adams, Tommy Lipton, and David Gideon Smith all rolled into one - excluding the wrestling ability, of course.

*The champion chuckles as he pats the World title sitting on his shoulder.*

Syndicate: But never mind all that.  This Monday, in this very stadium, you and I are going to clash, hopefully for the final time.  One of us is going to come out on top.  It's so simple that even an idiot like yourself could pull it off - "could".  But you won't.  You won't because you're facing the Undisputed Heavyweight Champion of the World in an arena with the WWX Universe firmly on his side.  You won't because, like you said, what matters is what we do in the ring, and I know for a fact that I can wrestle circles around you.  I don't care what it takes, Kurtis; this title, this sport, it's all I've got, and I'm not going to let some bum off the street like you take that away from me.

*Syndicate winks at the camera.*

Syndicate: See you in the ring, "buddy boy".  Welcome to the Syndicate.

*Syndicate gets up from his chair, looks around him once more, and climbs the steps to re-enter the concourse.  As he does this, the feed is eaten up by static.*


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