Weakness is a Choice

Roleplay Roleplay by SYNDICATE
On Sun, Apr15, 2018 5:45pm America/Phoenix
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Weakness is a Choice
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*Static floods the screen before transitioning to the inside of a small, dark room.  Old gym equipment, ranging from benches to pull-up bars to various weights, line the walls of the room, which is lit by a few fluorescent tube lights hanging from the ceiling.  On the gray wall that the camera is directly facing, a poster reads, in big, white letters, "WEAKNESS IS A CHOICE".  Other posters, signed by famous weightlifters and athletes, hang on the walls as well, giving the impression that this was once a fairly popular gym...but has since lost its luster.*

*A grunting noise can be heard from within the room.  At this, the camera slowly pans over to the left, where Syndicate is found doing some rehab exercises with his right knee.  Currently, the World Wrestling Champion is holding a red flexible band, with the other end tied to his right foot.  He stretches his leg out, fighting against the tension of the band for about ten seconds, before relaxing.  Surprisingly, Syndicate doesn't seem to be in much pain while he does this, showing that his knee may be in better condition than seen previously.  However, the camera can also see Syndicate's black knee brace poking out from his Adidas gym bag, showing that it's definitely not 100% quite yet.  After another two rounds of stretching with the band.  Syndicate lets go and lies down, looking up at the lights.*

Syndicate: Back when I first came to LA, I had nothing.  No money, no place to live, no friends, no family...nothing.  By all accounts, I should have been eaten alive by this city.  I should have been thrown into the ocean, never to be heard from again.  I shouldn't have made it big.

*He sighs.*

Syndicate: This piece-of-shit gym was the only place that would give me a job.  This was the only place that would let me in and allow me to stay for as long as I wanted.  This was the only place...that I could call home.  It's not the biggest gym; hell, even when I came here back in 2008, this place was a ghost town half the time.  But it was a place...and that's all that mattered.  So when I got taken out by Jake last week, when I needed a place to regain my strength and recover from my wealth of injuries...I couldn't think of a better place to go.

*Syndicate sits up and gestures over to the "WEAKNESS IS A CHOICE" poster on the wall.*

Syndicate: When I first came in this room all those years ago, that was the first thing I saw.  Not the machines, not the weights, not the crappy lights that were in dire need of replacement...no, the first thing I saw was that poster.  And that saying, "weakness is a choice"...that really resonated with me.  I mean, think about it - I could have laid down, called home to Apter, and gone back home because I was scared.  I could have abandoned my dream of becoming a professional wrestler.  But that would have been a choice, a conscious choice on my part to give up...and giving up isn't my style.  So I bulked up, I gained experience, I worked up the ladder, and now, as a six-time World Champion, I'm reaping the benefits of that hard work.

*The Los Angeles Outlaw runs his hand through his blonde hair.*

Syndicate: But it's not all fun and games.  My knee's been shot since Aftershock.  Jake knocked me the |BLEEP| out after that match last week.  All things considered, I don't really look like a true champion right about now.  To put it simply...I look weak, broken, down for the count.  But that doesn't mean I have to stay down.  That doesn't mean I have to stay weak.  After all, weakness is a choice...and I'm choosing to be the best version of Syndicate that's ever existed.

*Syndicate hops to his feet with a surprising amount of agility, considering his injuries.  From a nearby bench, he grabs a blue Blender Bottle and takes a swig.*

Syndicate: You know, I used to have respect for Jake Devine.  Hell, the week after he won the Crusade Cup, I came out and congratulated him personally because I respected his style and I respected what he did.  But since that night...that respect has completely gone away.  Jake thinks that he "sent a message" by "gifting" me the win and hammering me with the title afterward, but in reality, he's being a complete idiot.  Not only did he piss me off to the fullest extent, but he threw away an opportunity to win the World Wrestling Championship, something he's wanted to do for a long time.  Regardless of his intentions, Jake Devine decided that hurting me just a bit more was worth more than coming into Armada as the champ.

*He smirks at the camera as he takes a seat on the bench, still holding the water bottle in his right hand.*

Syndicate: Just this past year, at Outrage 2017, Kurtis Ray put himself in a similar situation.  Kurtis hit the Death Ray, he went for the pin, he had me beat fair and square...but he let go.  He stood up.  He said, "Imma break your |BLEEP|ing neck."  And he tried to send a message, much like Jake did last week.  But I didn't let that second opportunity go to waste.  No, I surprised Kurtis with a No Signal, I won the match, and Kurtis Ray went home with NOTHING.  Sure, Jake Devine thinks he's "all that"...but if he does, he's going to need to be able to deliver that finishing blow, something that, for one reason or another, he has never been quite able to do.  

Syndicate: You know what else I don't get?  I don't get why Jake thinks he's so good.  I don't understand it, really.  I mean, really, what has he done?  He's got two TV title reigns and he won the Crusade Cup by beating a man that could barely walk.  He was involved with Big Time Agency, sure, but he was always playing third fiddle behind me and LuAndre.  He gets opportunities to shine every once and a while, but besides the Crusade Cup, he hasn't once taken full advantage of them.  So, once again, I ask the question: what has he done?  What can I look at and say, "damn, he's a real contender"?  Because right now, I'm not seeing shit.

*Syndicate chuckles before taking another drink.*

Syndicate: But that doesn't mean I'm not gonna knock him the |BLEEP| out for what he's done to me.  Jake Devine needs a humbling, STAT, and Armada's the best place to do it.  I mean, picture it: for a brief moment, he's gonna feel like he's at the top of the world.  He's going to look across the ring at me and Tommy, and he's gonna think, "I've made it."  And then, not a moment later...he's gonna be on his back, wondering what went wrong.  Because like I said earlier, Jake Devine pissed off the wrong man, and by the end of the night, he's gonna finally realize what I've known all along: that Jake Devine is a phony of the highest order, and that Jake Devine doesn't belong at the top with the big boys.  If he wants to keep sending messages, that's fine by me...I'm just gonna keep doing what I do best and hold on to the World Wrestling Championship.

*The Outlaw stands up and walks over to his gym bag.  He pulls out a black Adidas hoodie and puts it on, zipping it up halfway.*

Syndicate: A title, of course, that was formerly held by Tommy Lipton.  You know, I really thought that after two straight losses in championship matches, Tommy would have gone and |BLEEP|ed off by now, but no, he remains.  Here's my question for Tommy: what makes him think that this time around is going to be any different?  I beat him for the title, and then he loses in the Fatal 4-Way.  Does he really think, with those kinds of results, that he's going to be able to win at Armada?  Is he counting on the country of Canada giving him superpowers or something?  I mean, come on.  Tommy has shown, time and time again, that he can't compete on the grandest stage anymore...especially when I'm involved.

Syndicate: I've called Tommy Lipton the "poison" of the WWX on numerous occasions, and it's become clear that the poison is almost gone.  But yet, even now, a bit remains.  Tommy, for some bizarre reason, is still involved in the World title scene, and because of that, he's taking a spot away from someone that is much more deserving.  A Rex McAllister or Kurtis Ray, perhaps.  Someone that will actually benefit from the attention and exposure.  But instead, you're still here, pretending like you're relevant.  What a |BLEEP|ing joke.

*He sighs as he leans on the wall of the gym.  Right next to him, the "WEAKNESS IS A CHOICE" poster hangs.*

Syndicate: From what I've heard on the rumor mill, this may be Tommy Lipton's last match, meaning that I, Syndicate, finally have the chance to push him out of this company for good.  Not only that, but in the same match, I get to shove Jake Devine back down to the bottom of the ladder, where he belongs.  At Armada, you're going to see a man with heart and guts put it all on the line for the championship that he loves.  You're going to see a kid with blonde hair and a dream put on a show.  And, at the end of the night, you're going to see the constantly-disrespected, show-stopping Los Angeles Outlaw retain the World Wrestling Championship.  Because weakness is a choice, and I'm choosing to be a champion.  Welcome...to the Syndicate.

*Smiling, Syndicate walks back towards his gym bag to grab the metal knee brace.  As he does, the feed is slowly overtaken by static.*

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