Post by KӨПƧƬΛПƬIПΣ. on Sept 8, 2023 15:44:34 GMT -5
OOC:- Wanted to get a head start and well being off today allowed me to do just that, so with that being said I hope you all enjoy this little piece of mine lol, I enjoyed writing this piece alot, so with that being said I hope you enjoy it also.
With that being said, good luck to my opponent Synn, looking forward to our bout with one another, hopefully we can bring the best outta one another and have them looking forward to our match.
- Gabe.
A few hours had passed by..
Hours to be exact, since Anarchy had aired, our hero and the villain you love to hate or cheer for, for whatever you take pleasure in doing can be seen with his back against the ring apron. Alexander’s black mane can be seen being drenched in sweat as he leans against the ring, a dirty white towel can be seen draping down from around his neck..
Not a single soul or form of life can be seen present within the arena stands, those that are present are those of the OCW ring crew; those who are responsible for taking down the ring, ringside barricades, electrical equipment etc., Konstantine can be seen still in his ring trunks and wrestling gear.
Something wasn’t right, why was the big man that was Alexander Konstantine still lingering behind long after Anarchy had aired, his opponents came and gone, no longer in the arena just like how Konstantine should be, but that wasn’t the case now..
Brit gave me Synn once again.. But why? Why would she give me her again at ‘And Justice For Brawl’ why? I could only think to myself.
Was she testing Synn or was she testing me? Were we some kind of tool being used by Brit to dispose of a fallen champion, a champion that was undeniably unbeatable until we came into the picture? I mean think about it.. Before we arrived Synn was sitting on top, sitting on her throne within the castle that overlooked the water below..
Then, then, we arrive and not shortly afterwards her world is turned upside down in its own wake of debris, debris caused by these hands, these very fucking hands..
Konstantine thinks to himself, still leaning up against the ring as he brings his hands out in front of him, a smile forms across his face, the black and white corpse paint that once was on his face only bares traces of what was left of his face paint..
“Oh how the tides have changed..” Konstantine mumbled out underneath his breath as he continued to think about the match he had just gone through with his partner he had been paired with Donnie Harris, an odd pairing, but a powerful one at that, something nobody could argue with nor deny for that part.
Oh how the tides have changed he thought to himself, this time not uttering it out of his mouth, just think how true those words are and true they were indeed.
Though, he could only think what more was there that he needed to do to make her see what he saw.. How much more would he have to make her suffer? How much more would he have to dominate her to see the whole picture? Would ‘And Justice For Brawl’ be it or would the two of them continue this entanglement they’ve created with one another?
One could only wonder, Konstantine himself wondered this as Brooke Blakely, Donnie Harris were brought into this entanglement that had started out as what was supposed to be a one off match against one another..
Only to be turned into another match involving Brooke and Donnie. Sure, sure Brooke was the cause of this past match or was she truly? Honestly though if you think about it, was she the cause or was she some pawn in what was Synn’s little plan to keep her atop the mountain, safe inside the castle walls of the castle she had overlooked previously in the name of Online Championship Wrestling..
OCW: The very origin and place that forged and built the grounds that Outcast stood upon in its darkest hours. Konstantine thought to himself, still looking down at his hands before wiping away the sweat from his brow..
[•REC]
“Ah so we’ll be meeting again eh Synn?
So one match against yours truly wasn’t enough huh? Oh my dear, dear Synn, when will you learn huh? You think you have a chance against me? Honestly I want you to ask yourself do you TRULY think you have a fucking chance against me?
You should be wondering exactly that my dear, dear Synn. You have to be questioning yourself why YOU, why YOU Synn.. Since my arrival within Outcast I’ve brought you nothing but agony. Our first bout against one another I manhandled you like a damn ragdoll and anyone who saw that match can’t argue that, nor can you..
Then, then.. We have this past match with the exception of having tag partners, mine being Donnie Harris a man of many words and many insults. A buffoon of a man if you ask me. A man who quite frankly isn’t on my level and had a massive losing streak from OCW to OCW oh yea..
And he’s granted a title shot.. More like a free shot with an undefeated fella named BRADDOCK. Two individuals who well.. Let's face it are not on either one of our levels, it’s got to burn knowing that you should be the one going in ‘And Justice For Brawl’ as Champion in the main event..
But..
But. It isn’t now is it my Dear Synn? You my friend were once sitting atop the mountain holding the most prominent championship IN ALL of OCW. You were untouchable, that was until I showed up. You see what I did, what I did was show the world and everyone within the world we both live within the kink within YOUR armor..
And.. boy did I, you could say I EXPOSED what your weakness was Synn, couldn’t I Synn? We’ve got two weeks to prepare for a match that well.. Isn’t the easiest of matches to partake in when it comes to putting one though such a match.
A match called Monster’s Ball; A match not like any other, a match that shall see TWO of us sequestered alone in a locked room without light, food, or water for 24 hours before our match even takes place.. Something I know I can do and have done in the past even having gone more then 24 hours, the question is can you my dear, dear Synn?
A stipulation intended to induce extreme feelings of aggression in the competitors, something I truly, truly hope happens if I’m being honest with you Synn, I hope it brings out a MONSTER, the very monster that’s been kept hidden for some very time now..
You see, it’ll be then, then the world will know exactly why you were on top for so long as the OCW Champion, I BELIEVE you’ve lost your way, you’ve lost sight in things..
You didn’t think of me a CHALLENGE and saw me as just another NOBODY and until you see that the castle you once sat within, you once ruled over will continue to crumble from the very foundation it sits upon until it swallows you whole..
We shall meet one another at ‘And Justice For Brawl’ in a second bout, though will this be the one to settle the score between us or WILL it come down to stalemate like a hard fought out chess game between TWO top tier world class chess players?
That is the question?
Will you overcome me or will I just come to end you in the end? Will I take Ol’ yeller finally out back to the beaten, broken down shed and finally put ‘em out of her misery? Though before that takes place I plan on bringing upon you the unimaginable and oh how wonderful it will be to see you squirm..
With each breath, you’ll ask yourself is this the end or is he going to continue this assault on me.. Is he done, when I thrust you into that damn turnbuckle or bring you poor helpless body crashing down upon that ring canvas those will the very questions you ask yourself for Brooke won’t be there save you this time around..
It’ll just be the TWO of US and only the two of US my dear Synn.
Oh how wonderful it’ll be and indeed it truly will..
Standing before you as you attempt to scramble to regain any moment and ground you may have regained my dear Synn only to be forced back down and given that exact same treatment over and over again.
It’ll be a true pleasure for me to get to see you once again struggle, oh how it truly will, something I truly, truly have been looking forward to taking part in once again my little Betty Ross..
Until then my Dear Synn,
Ta-Ta.."
As I stood there leaning up against the ring, not a single sound could be heard, the OCW ring crew could be seen just about finished with tearing down the majority of the OCW stage.. The only thing they had left to do was to tear down the damn ring, the very thing where a war had just taken place hours ago..
As I stood there I began to think to myself of a fond member I had, had when I was just a mere boy in Pennsylvania where I had lived the majority of my life after being adopted or so I recall.. Then again I could be wrong..
It was a night like this, a very strange and odd one to say the least, I was 9, I was woken up by my bedroom door opening, followed by someone sitting on my bed. I recall, I hadn’t thought much of it..
I felt my leg graze and the bed sink under what I assumed was my adopted mother sitting on the edge of my bed. Oh.. It’s just Mom, I thought, and then I opened my eyes. It was not my adopted mom.
I found an eyeless girl—she had black, empty sockets, her mouth had been sewn shut as if someone had done that to her to keep her quiet, but why? I questioned, not frightened by her bizarre appearance, she had been about my age, as she sat at the foot of my bed.
She extended her hand, and in it was a little box. It was then I was startled but reached out anyways. She pulled back. I reached again and said, ‘Give it.’ Then I blinked, and when I reopened my eyes, she was gone. But I could still see the imprint where she’d sat on my bed.
Fast-forward another Six or so years later..
My girlfriend came over to do homework. After she finished, she took a nap while she waited for her parents. When they arrived, I tried waking her up. She opened her eyes suddenly, looking up at a corner where the wall met the ceiling.
She pointed there and went back to sleep. I shook her again. She came to full consciousness, and I explained what she’d done. She looked haunted. ‘Up on the wall, I saw a little girl with no eyes. She was there, in a Spider-Man-like pose, staring at me.
It was then I freaked out and told her my story about the same girl who I had just assumed back then was just some weird dream I was having at the time..
Fast-forward another few years. I was with the same girlfriend, and we had a 2-year-old. We were living in my adopted parents’ house, in my old room.
My daughter started waking up at the same time every night, and she’d talk. After a while, I noticed she had almost the same conversation every night. I playfully asked her once whom she was talking to. She said, ‘It’s a girl. She’s nice. She’s lost and looking for her mommy.’ My daughter’s nightly conversations continued until we got our own place later that year. Konstantine thought to himself as a chuckle of laughter followed afterwards. “Anna banana.. My one true love..” Konstantine muttered out under his breath.
“Oh how wonderful you truly were..” He chuckled again, it was odd to hear him chuckle, mostly he was this very odd and serious individual, but that match must’ve made him think of a past memory of his and to be quite frank with you..
It probably did..
Especially seeing how Synn had somewhat reminded him of her, how she had been eyeless to not see the bigger picture that was unfolding right in front of her, a picture that soon would unfold, but by that time it’d be too late or would it?
Would he be able to make her see what he was seeing? Would he be able to convince her of what was to come of her? He had already started on his path of enlightenment to enlighten her with his wisdom, just as he had those many years ago with Anna..
Though, like Anna, would Synn also be too late to see the bigger picture of what was unfolding in front of her? After all Konstantine didn’t start off with just anyone within Outcast, he didn’t join the rankings of Rise and go on a rapid rampage leaving those of Rise in his wake of destruction, no instead he chose Anarchy and more specifically he chose Synn to face off against in his debut match-up..
But why?
Why Synn?
Why not one of the Calaway siblings or Jenny Myst. Why did he choose Synn to debut against? Sure he could have chosen anyone on that damn roster and trust me he easily could have, but he chose Synn..
So, why Synn?
With that being said, good luck to my opponent Synn, looking forward to our bout with one another, hopefully we can bring the best outta one another and have them looking forward to our match.
- Gabe.
A few hours had passed by..
Hours to be exact, since Anarchy had aired, our hero and the villain you love to hate or cheer for, for whatever you take pleasure in doing can be seen with his back against the ring apron. Alexander’s black mane can be seen being drenched in sweat as he leans against the ring, a dirty white towel can be seen draping down from around his neck..
Not a single soul or form of life can be seen present within the arena stands, those that are present are those of the OCW ring crew; those who are responsible for taking down the ring, ringside barricades, electrical equipment etc., Konstantine can be seen still in his ring trunks and wrestling gear.
Something wasn’t right, why was the big man that was Alexander Konstantine still lingering behind long after Anarchy had aired, his opponents came and gone, no longer in the arena just like how Konstantine should be, but that wasn’t the case now..
Brit gave me Synn once again.. But why? Why would she give me her again at ‘And Justice For Brawl’ why? I could only think to myself.
Was she testing Synn or was she testing me? Were we some kind of tool being used by Brit to dispose of a fallen champion, a champion that was undeniably unbeatable until we came into the picture? I mean think about it.. Before we arrived Synn was sitting on top, sitting on her throne within the castle that overlooked the water below..
Then, then, we arrive and not shortly afterwards her world is turned upside down in its own wake of debris, debris caused by these hands, these very fucking hands..
Konstantine thinks to himself, still leaning up against the ring as he brings his hands out in front of him, a smile forms across his face, the black and white corpse paint that once was on his face only bares traces of what was left of his face paint..
“Oh how the tides have changed..” Konstantine mumbled out underneath his breath as he continued to think about the match he had just gone through with his partner he had been paired with Donnie Harris, an odd pairing, but a powerful one at that, something nobody could argue with nor deny for that part.
Oh how the tides have changed he thought to himself, this time not uttering it out of his mouth, just think how true those words are and true they were indeed.
Though, he could only think what more was there that he needed to do to make her see what he saw.. How much more would he have to make her suffer? How much more would he have to dominate her to see the whole picture? Would ‘And Justice For Brawl’ be it or would the two of them continue this entanglement they’ve created with one another?
One could only wonder, Konstantine himself wondered this as Brooke Blakely, Donnie Harris were brought into this entanglement that had started out as what was supposed to be a one off match against one another..
Only to be turned into another match involving Brooke and Donnie. Sure, sure Brooke was the cause of this past match or was she truly? Honestly though if you think about it, was she the cause or was she some pawn in what was Synn’s little plan to keep her atop the mountain, safe inside the castle walls of the castle she had overlooked previously in the name of Online Championship Wrestling..
OCW: The very origin and place that forged and built the grounds that Outcast stood upon in its darkest hours. Konstantine thought to himself, still looking down at his hands before wiping away the sweat from his brow..
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[•REC]
“Ah so we’ll be meeting again eh Synn?
So one match against yours truly wasn’t enough huh? Oh my dear, dear Synn, when will you learn huh? You think you have a chance against me? Honestly I want you to ask yourself do you TRULY think you have a fucking chance against me?
You should be wondering exactly that my dear, dear Synn. You have to be questioning yourself why YOU, why YOU Synn.. Since my arrival within Outcast I’ve brought you nothing but agony. Our first bout against one another I manhandled you like a damn ragdoll and anyone who saw that match can’t argue that, nor can you..
Then, then.. We have this past match with the exception of having tag partners, mine being Donnie Harris a man of many words and many insults. A buffoon of a man if you ask me. A man who quite frankly isn’t on my level and had a massive losing streak from OCW to OCW oh yea..
And he’s granted a title shot.. More like a free shot with an undefeated fella named BRADDOCK. Two individuals who well.. Let's face it are not on either one of our levels, it’s got to burn knowing that you should be the one going in ‘And Justice For Brawl’ as Champion in the main event..
But..
But. It isn’t now is it my Dear Synn? You my friend were once sitting atop the mountain holding the most prominent championship IN ALL of OCW. You were untouchable, that was until I showed up. You see what I did, what I did was show the world and everyone within the world we both live within the kink within YOUR armor..
And.. boy did I, you could say I EXPOSED what your weakness was Synn, couldn’t I Synn? We’ve got two weeks to prepare for a match that well.. Isn’t the easiest of matches to partake in when it comes to putting one though such a match.
A match called Monster’s Ball; A match not like any other, a match that shall see TWO of us sequestered alone in a locked room without light, food, or water for 24 hours before our match even takes place.. Something I know I can do and have done in the past even having gone more then 24 hours, the question is can you my dear, dear Synn?
A stipulation intended to induce extreme feelings of aggression in the competitors, something I truly, truly hope happens if I’m being honest with you Synn, I hope it brings out a MONSTER, the very monster that’s been kept hidden for some very time now..
You see, it’ll be then, then the world will know exactly why you were on top for so long as the OCW Champion, I BELIEVE you’ve lost your way, you’ve lost sight in things..
You didn’t think of me a CHALLENGE and saw me as just another NOBODY and until you see that the castle you once sat within, you once ruled over will continue to crumble from the very foundation it sits upon until it swallows you whole..
We shall meet one another at ‘And Justice For Brawl’ in a second bout, though will this be the one to settle the score between us or WILL it come down to stalemate like a hard fought out chess game between TWO top tier world class chess players?
That is the question?
Will you overcome me or will I just come to end you in the end? Will I take Ol’ yeller finally out back to the beaten, broken down shed and finally put ‘em out of her misery? Though before that takes place I plan on bringing upon you the unimaginable and oh how wonderful it will be to see you squirm..
With each breath, you’ll ask yourself is this the end or is he going to continue this assault on me.. Is he done, when I thrust you into that damn turnbuckle or bring you poor helpless body crashing down upon that ring canvas those will the very questions you ask yourself for Brooke won’t be there save you this time around..
It’ll just be the TWO of US and only the two of US my dear Synn.
Oh how wonderful it’ll be and indeed it truly will..
Standing before you as you attempt to scramble to regain any moment and ground you may have regained my dear Synn only to be forced back down and given that exact same treatment over and over again.
It’ll be a true pleasure for me to get to see you once again struggle, oh how it truly will, something I truly, truly have been looking forward to taking part in once again my little Betty Ross..
Until then my Dear Synn,
Ta-Ta.."
-----------------------------------
As I stood there leaning up against the ring, not a single sound could be heard, the OCW ring crew could be seen just about finished with tearing down the majority of the OCW stage.. The only thing they had left to do was to tear down the damn ring, the very thing where a war had just taken place hours ago..
As I stood there I began to think to myself of a fond member I had, had when I was just a mere boy in Pennsylvania where I had lived the majority of my life after being adopted or so I recall.. Then again I could be wrong..
It was a night like this, a very strange and odd one to say the least, I was 9, I was woken up by my bedroom door opening, followed by someone sitting on my bed. I recall, I hadn’t thought much of it..
I felt my leg graze and the bed sink under what I assumed was my adopted mother sitting on the edge of my bed. Oh.. It’s just Mom, I thought, and then I opened my eyes. It was not my adopted mom.
I found an eyeless girl—she had black, empty sockets, her mouth had been sewn shut as if someone had done that to her to keep her quiet, but why? I questioned, not frightened by her bizarre appearance, she had been about my age, as she sat at the foot of my bed.
She extended her hand, and in it was a little box. It was then I was startled but reached out anyways. She pulled back. I reached again and said, ‘Give it.’ Then I blinked, and when I reopened my eyes, she was gone. But I could still see the imprint where she’d sat on my bed.
Fast-forward another Six or so years later..
My girlfriend came over to do homework. After she finished, she took a nap while she waited for her parents. When they arrived, I tried waking her up. She opened her eyes suddenly, looking up at a corner where the wall met the ceiling.
She pointed there and went back to sleep. I shook her again. She came to full consciousness, and I explained what she’d done. She looked haunted. ‘Up on the wall, I saw a little girl with no eyes. She was there, in a Spider-Man-like pose, staring at me.
It was then I freaked out and told her my story about the same girl who I had just assumed back then was just some weird dream I was having at the time..
Fast-forward another few years. I was with the same girlfriend, and we had a 2-year-old. We were living in my adopted parents’ house, in my old room.
My daughter started waking up at the same time every night, and she’d talk. After a while, I noticed she had almost the same conversation every night. I playfully asked her once whom she was talking to. She said, ‘It’s a girl. She’s nice. She’s lost and looking for her mommy.’ My daughter’s nightly conversations continued until we got our own place later that year. Konstantine thought to himself as a chuckle of laughter followed afterwards. “Anna banana.. My one true love..” Konstantine muttered out under his breath.
“Oh how wonderful you truly were..” He chuckled again, it was odd to hear him chuckle, mostly he was this very odd and serious individual, but that match must’ve made him think of a past memory of his and to be quite frank with you..
It probably did..
Especially seeing how Synn had somewhat reminded him of her, how she had been eyeless to not see the bigger picture that was unfolding right in front of her, a picture that soon would unfold, but by that time it’d be too late or would it?
Would he be able to make her see what he was seeing? Would he be able to convince her of what was to come of her? He had already started on his path of enlightenment to enlighten her with his wisdom, just as he had those many years ago with Anna..
Though, like Anna, would Synn also be too late to see the bigger picture of what was unfolding in front of her? After all Konstantine didn’t start off with just anyone within Outcast, he didn’t join the rankings of Rise and go on a rapid rampage leaving those of Rise in his wake of destruction, no instead he chose Anarchy and more specifically he chose Synn to face off against in his debut match-up..
But why?
Why Synn?
Why not one of the Calaway siblings or Jenny Myst. Why did he choose Synn to debut against? Sure he could have chosen anyone on that damn roster and trust me he easily could have, but he chose Synn..
So, why Synn?
