†𝖍୧ Мዐƞ𝚜𝙩୧𝚪𝚜 𝗜ƞ𝚜𝘪Ԁ୧ 𝖴𝚜

[synn]

What happens in the dark feels the way the blackout never does

Turning the gears, sharpen the blades of sheer terror, these fevered ones

But tell me the secret things, but show me the bloody kings

Let's play a game where the winners always lose their heads

The mirror had a giant crack in it, and shattered pieces lay strewn across the sink with streaks of blood and ripped skin. Juniper sat on the closed toilet, her head in her bloody hands. She had acted out of character, and now the searing pain shooting up her arm was her souvenir.

This week had been the worst of her career.

The shy girl from Alaska who sat in her room watching wrestling, dreaming of one day competing in that squared circle, had finally become a reality. All of the times she had performed various finishing moves on her pillows or stuffed animals, slapping the bed as the pretend ref counted the pin fall, had finally stopped being a childhood dream and came screaming into her life. She had gone for tryouts, but never thought she could actually make a roster. Heck, just being included was enough for her.

Never in her wildest dreams would she have ever imagined she would be a World Champion, not to mention six months after her first match. She wasn’t ready, and she knew it.

But she isn’t in control anymore.

There was something inside her that had pushed her to do things she had never would have otherwise done. Take chances, poke bears, feel pain. Part of her wanted to run from it all, but she knew her legs weren’t hers to use anymore.

She reached a shaky hand out, and opened the cabinet below the sink. She found a first aid kit, and wrapped gaws around her hand tightly, taping it.

HOW COULD SHE COMPETE THIS WEEK WITH A HAND LIKE THIS?!

She had to call Britlyn, she had to seek medical help. She was bleeding out for god sakes!

“Oh stop it”, a voice pierced the dark silence. Her voice.

“Pain is weakness leaving the body.”

“LEAVE ME ALONE!”

“You are such a weakling. Such a push-over.”

“I want to go home!”

“You’re going to Philadelphia.”

She stood up, her legs wobbled. She made her way to the main room and began shoving all of her belongings into a bookbag. Her hand was bleeding profusely, even through the gaws.

“Doesn’t it feel good?”

“NO!”

“Bleeding is such a primal thing, such a human thing. It’s exhilarating! It makes us feel so whole!”

“STOP! STOP IT!”

She was shouting. She put a bloody hand to her head, running it through her dark hair. She sat on the bed, sobbing.

“I can’t do it anymore. I just can’t.”

“You don’t have to.”

She stood up, grabbing her book bag but an invisible force shoved her back down.

“This is happening one way or another. So you can come along for the ride or you can stay here and die like a pitiful little girl. Nobody will miss you.”

“My family will miss me."

“Your family wrote you off the moment you got on that plane. I am your family now.”

Juniper felt a hand on her throat, cutting off her oxygen.

It was her own hand. Her own bloody hand.

“I am tired of being nice for the sake of your reputation. You’re useless. A hapless, directionless little twat. I am going into Philadelphia and I am making a statement. Without me, you’re nothing. Hate me all you want, but I am the best thing that has ever happened to you.”

Her own hand came off her throat and she gasped for air. Her eyes shot to the face paint kid on the nightstand, the only thing she hadn’t hurriedly tossed into her bag.

“No!”

She got up and took a step towards the nightstand.

Time screams by, life is mine

Time screams by, life is, yeah

Your condition is a symptom, we'll have to give you medicine for the dead

Drink me

Your condition is a symptom, we'll have to give you medicine for the dead

Drink me

Disappointment is a traitorous feeling.

When you put your heart and soul into a cause, and you come up just short, it hurts. When you put your body through a War that would make the Pacific Theatre look like recreational paintball, just to come up short in the end is disappointing.

Holding onto the World Championship would have been nice, sure, but it is not her prime focus right now. When she wants it back, she'll get it back, but right now..... Making Konstantine realize just how vulnerable, how defeatable, how human he truly is, was her goal. Hell, she could have beaten him if she wanted to. If anything, this was a fresh start. Square one. Like she was a rookie all over again. She had the chance now, once again, to take the wrestling world by storm, scoring the biggest upset as the biggest underdog since FACING THE GIANTS became the biggest overhyped low budget monotonous sports movie. REMEMBER THE TITANS. THE MIGHTY DUCKS. HOOSIERS. HERE COMES THE BOOM. THE LONGEST YARD.

You get the gist.

She didn’t get a chance to make her B-movie in terms of overcoming overwhelming odds and slaying the antagonist, but what she did accomplish was showing the entire world that she could.

Sometimes a loss tells a better story than a win.

SYNN came out of this with all the notoriety, all the headlines, all the media hype and most of all……..all the fear. Every member of this roster was put on notice by what she did in the ring, what she took, what she survived and kept asking for more like Oliver Twist. What she did to Kon, what she would have done had the match not had 'rules'. Had she not hand delivered him his moment so that he could live with the torment rent free in his mind for the rest of his days……..

She could have killed him.

But Konstantine hasn't learned, has he? He is still going to walk around with his chest puffed out, telling the world how much of a joke she was and how easy it was. Because she didn't kill him, she failed.


Disappointing.


It’s a traitorous feeling because as much as much good as you do, you can’t help but feel badly. You want more, you want so badly to right your wrongs, to clean up your mistakes, to get another chance………

…………………..next time, she will kill him.

She wasn’t even supposed to compete this week. Her body is warped and fractured, her leg is basically a chicken wing, and her ribs may be twisted like a corkscrew. Britlyn knew this, and still gave her the 'most dangerous man on the roster', you know, for ratings sake. 

Big mistake.

Best thing she could have done was give SYNN the week off. Let her lick her wounds, let her wallow in disappointment, let her………

NO.

Juniper wants to quit. The little girl in the flesh threw in the white flag in weeks ago. Her battered and bruised body screamed NO MAS from a hoarse throat.

Juniper is disappointed, which makes her weak.

SYNN is disappointed, which makes her dangerous.

SYNN faces the Kon man this week, and SYNN has a job to do.

“It has been quite a week for me, hasn’t it? I bet you’re over there licking your chops, smelling blood in the water and feeling like you’ve won this match before it even starts. I get that. Typical toxic male energy from a man who's always relied on size and aggression and has never had to earn anything before. A man with virtually no technical skills, who is nothing but a big brute with a small man complex. I look at you and I don’t see a professional wrestler. When I look at you Konstantine, I think of two things: Incest and School shootings. Inbred rage with a hardon for violence, but this night isn’t your night. You and I battled to a draw, and then you threw me around again in the tag match, but to this point you haven’t defeated me. Why?

Because you can’t.

I am still standing after those beatings, and I will remain standing. I may no longer be the Outcast World Heavyweight Champion, but I am still the top competitor on this roster without a doubt and I am the OCW World Champion from the original company……nobody can take that away from me no matter how many contracts they read or slick-haired lawyers they have. I did that in six months, Kon, and if Brit didn’t cave to peer pressure I would still be a double-champion. I love this company, despite their best attempts to bring me down, and I love professional wrestling despite the hardships I have faced. All of the pain, its motivation for me. Mental, physical, emotional, give me it all. I welcome the pain. There is not a single sing you can do to me that I don’t welcome with open arms.

Do your worst.

Who do you think it was that suggested this ‘Monster's Ball’ match? Do you really think anyone in what this place calls ‘management’ has ever heard of anything like this before? It’s brutal, in its own beautiful way.

You would think it would be in my best interest to face you in a standard match where you are constrained to the rules of professional wrestling…..but that would be far too easy for you to make excuses, wouldn’t it? I want to play to your strengths, give you every opportunity you need to damn near kill me inside that ring, so that when I defeat you you will have no excuses, nobody to look at for your failure but yourself. When you can’t even beat me at YOUR own game, all of your flaws will be on full display in 4k HD. When your first loss in your ‘career’ comes in a match damn near designed for you, all of your credibility as a monster will be gone.

Poof.

If I cannot BE the world champion here, I will show everyone in live and living color why I SHOULD be.

They may have been trying to slow me down, but all they did was awaken the monster. All they did was ignite a flame deep inside me that admittedly was starting to simmer. All they did was screw over Juniper Leavitt, but they have awoken SYNN….

And that’s a sin that is unforgivable.

I am not sure you understand exactly who I am. I am sure you are sleeping on me, just like you do with everyone else. In your eyes, you’re untouchable. You think that because you have aligned yourself with the other mean kid, that you can get away with whatever you want with no consequences.

I am your consequence.

You saw what happened when your actions couldn’t back up your words. Now, you’re going to see what happens when karma decides it's your time.

The demon has her eyes locked on you Konstantine, and best believe those eyes are seeing red. You know what else is red, mmmm?

You guessed it.

The blood will be pouring at the Pay Per View, and I crave the taste.

(༙྇I༙྇ ༙྇B༙྇L༙྇E༙྇E༙྇D༙྇ ༙྇J༙྇U༙྇S༙྇T༙྇ ༙྇T༙྇O༙྇ ༙྇K༙྇N༙྇O༙྇W༙྇ ༙྇I༙྇’༙྇M༙྇ ༙྇A༙྇L༙྇I༙྇V༙྇E༙྇)༙྇

I want Braddock and Donnie to fight for MY world title in a ring stained with the aftermath of the most brutal match in this young company’s history. I want those two to smell the result of hell.

I want to to suffer. I want you to make me suffer. Because I want to see just how far you’re willing to go. I want to see through bloody eyes how you react when I keep getting up no matter how many times, or how violently, you put me down. I want to see the soul drain from your oversized body when the realization hits you like a freight train……….

Don’t Hunt What You Can’t Kill."

Yōᴜ ພ𐌉ᥨᥨ 𝑭ₑā𝗿 Мₑ

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OCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION (1x)
OCW 'OH SHIT' Briefcase Holder (1x)