Post by synn on Sept 20, 2023 22:48:41 GMT -5
Her wrists were raw from tugging at the restraints.
Her eyes darted around the room, but she was sitting in complete darkness. There was a sulphuric smell, and it was burning her nostrils. Her feet were bound as well, and there was a sharp pain tingling up her arm. She couldn’t see any injury, but her arm was warm and wet, as if there was blood on it.
Oh god, was there blood on it?!
There was a dim light coming from outside, and it instantly made her think of the dull orange bulbs inside the lights lining the edges of a cheap roadside motel. In fact, she remembered them from when she checked in. Was she still here?
She could feel a slight breeze, and a cold chill. The AC was on.
There was someone else in here, she could feel it, but her eyes refused to dilate to the darkness. She was disappointed in herself, she could usually see decently well in the dark. Growing up in Alaska, there is not much light outside of natural light……
OH GOD, was she blindfolded?
She tried to move, but she was bound tightly to what felt like a lawnchair. The slightest movement she felt as though she would tip over. She got her balance back, and snarled a lip. How did she get into this predicament?
She couldn’t remember!
The last thing she remembered, she had gotten home from shopping with Brooke (what an experience that was! She hoped OCW TV would air it but she wasn’t holding her breath), and then it was as if she woke up like this. Surely, someone must have gotten into her room.
But who?
She had bolt locked the door like she always does.
Unless they were ALREADY there when she had arrived back. But who? Why?!
KON!
Had he found her hotel room? Ambushed her? Was he that nervous about their match?
“You give him far too much credit”
A voice pierced the darkness.
Her voice.
“You really think that big oaf would come up with a plan like this?”
There was an eerie calmness to her voice.
Her mouth moved with each word, her lips dry and chapped.
“Who are you?!” She screamed into the darkness.
“I think you know that answer.”
She did, she did know it. She didn’t want to believe it, but she knew it. She swallowed hard. The person in that room was more dangerous than Konstantine could ever be.
SYNN.
“Why did you do this?”
“You need……rehabilitation.” That last word was shrill. There was venom in it.
She decided not to say anything….she knew what the demon meant. She also knew that the next however long was going to be hell. The only way SYNN would see fit.
There was another shooting pain, this time down her leg. It was almost as if someone had stuck a knife in it. She tried to scream, but her throat was too dry. It only came out as a shallow groan.
“Why is she doing this?!” she thought to herself in a panic.
“If you have to ask that, you’ve already lost.”
Damnit, she forgot she could hear her thoughts. She WAS her.
“If you are thinking ‘what are they going to do to me’, your fear will eventually overtake you. You shouldn’t care what they are going to do to you, because you can do much worse to yourself.”
There was another sharp pain, this time under her ribs. She spit a little, trying to breathe through gasps and wheezes.
“How the hell did I get like this? I surely didn’t tie myself up!”
“If you have to question it, you already los—”
“Lost, I know. Stop, just stop. Untie me.”
“Relying on me already, I have to do everything don’t I?” Her voice was kind of a sigh now. She wasn’t moving her lips intentionally. A chill went up her spine, this was too much.
She didn’t say anything, but she swore she felt breath on her face as if someone, something, was standing in front of her. How was that even possible?!
“You sniveling little gutter rat. You are a cowardly waste of space. Do you want to embarrass me?!”
“What?”
“If you come into the match like THIS……Konstantine is going to tear you apart. He is a parasite that feeds off the weak. Right now, you’re weak. You’re weak and you represent me. Whose name is on that card? Is it Juniper whatever-the-fuck? NO. It’s SYNN. And right now, you’re nothing but the same failure that walked out of that training facility without a contract….”
“STOP”
Her voice was cut off by what felt like a hand on her throat again. It gripped tight. The nails dug into her flesh. Nails that felt like talons.
Her entire body suddenly felt like it was on fire. She began to shake and convulse, and felt the bile rising up in her esophagus.
“You thought you could push me out. You thought you could get by without me. You didn’t need me. Little girl, you’re never going anywhere without me again.”
She felt herself coughing.
“Look—I know you’re upset by what Brit did, so am I. But there is nothing we can do, it was just bus—-”
Her throat closed off again. She swore she heard a snap.
“You just stood there like a deer in headlights. You should have ripped her hair out and glued it to her ass but you just stood there and let her take the only thing good you’ve ever had in your worthless existence…..you’re pathetic.”
Her body stopped convulsing. There was a stillness in the room. Just then, a light came on. The blindfold untied and fell off. The room was exactly as she left it. She looked down and gasped. She was covered in blood.
Her own blood.
And by the looks of it, she was close to bleeding out. Both wrists were slit and there was a cut down her leg.
“Live or die” she heard herself say, “but never quit.”
Everything went black as she heard the distant sounds of sirens.
“I am really at a loss here. Am I supposed to be afraid of Konstantine? Am I supposed to respect him? Am I supposed to be worried about this match? Color me confused but I am not really sure what he is all about other than aggressive threats and bad horror movie scripts. He sure does love social media, too. Him and that walking mannequin he calls a valet. They seem to think the more eyes on them, the better. Perhaps they should put a survey out? Perhaps they should ask who actually VIEWS their crap instead of scrolls right past? Perhaps they should count the number of collective eye rolls every time one of them hits enter? I have an abacus you can use, like new! Only used once! I am sure that once you realize how high the number is, you’ll be humbled by it.
Then again, probably not.
Kon, I’d ask you what your favorite flavor of crayon is, but I am afraid you’ll actually answer me.
You may think that because I am no longer world champion that I am waving the white flag, mailing it in, all that jazz. Kon, to beat a rotting horse even further, I AM THE LAST EVER (therefore, still reigning) OCW WORLD CHAMPION. Just because I am not here due to politics and outside influence, doesn’t mean I am not the best on this roster. When I bring my A game, there isn’t a single person on this roster, [even] especially you. I just warn you, Kon, that whatever you do…do not take me lightly. Put your ego aside and understand that even though you live in this delusional fantasy world in that oversized head of yours, you are still human, still beatable, still……..vulnerable. Your bones break, your ligaments snap, your flesh rips, just like everyone else's. The bigger they are, the harder they fall, right? Cliches are like stereotypes, they exist for a reason.
You’re big, you’re mean, you’re undefeated. Sounds like a 30 for 30 story, doesn’t it? Someone contact 60 Minutes! There should be a documentary on you, Kon! I bet it would be just as popular as your social media!
*rolls painted eyes*
This is the matchup they have all been waiting for. The match of epic proportions, the storybooks, the fables. Heaven versus hell, god versus the devil, David versus Goliath. The unstoppable force versus the immovable object. The entire reason this show is even going to be worth the air time. When I consume this girl, and she can no longer hold me back, you don’t have to worry about facing a woman a quarter of your size, you have to worry about facing a demon who knows no sense of danger. No sense of fear. No sense of being an underdog. A demon who isn’t afraid to take the worst thing you can dream up to do to me, and turn it on its ear. Flip it tenfold. Make it so much worse for you than you ever could for me.
You see, your gameplan, it’s faulty. You want to cause me as much pain as possible. You want to make me suffer. You want to rip me limb from limb until the physical being known as SYNN no longer exists. Do you really think that’s possible? It hasn’t happened yet. I have been in the ring with some of the most dangerous people in the wrestling business in some of the most obscene and grotesque matches imaginable, and here I stand. I have caused just as much pain as I have felt it. I think that is where you are failing to get the picture in its full clarity. I think that you think I am all smoke in mirrors, putting on a tough bravado as to not show my ass too early. I think you are giving me far less credit than we both know I deserve. I have wanted this far too much for far too long to let someone like you take it from me.
STORY TIME KIDS!
Gather around the fire and lean in close.
I have always dreamed of being a professional wrestler…….well, no. I didn’t. Juniper did. It was her out, the one thing that made her feel better about the abysmal self image she had of herself. It was the only thing she ever wanted to do, but here’s the problem…..you ready…..lean in close……
She sucked at it.
Oh yeah, she was terrible.
Do you know why? Because she let pain slow her down. The first day, the first arm drag she took, the first hard bump off the ropes, the first choke hold, stiff right hand, the first time she tasted blood……..
She was ready to quit. Pack it up. Go home after going all that way. Just another thing she was a failure at. Just another reason for her friends, family, peers and everyone she knew to be disappointed in her. Do you know how that feels, Kon? Do you know the soul-crushing reality of feeling like you’re never good enough? Do you know how much worse it is when it's true?
Without me, KON, there would be no Juniper Leavitt. She would have killed herself that night, after failing at the only thing she ever wanted in life. If I didn’t step in and take over…..who the hell knows what the OCW would look like. In fact, to be honest, the OCW as you know it right now, may not be a thing. I am the world champion in the company that closed, and Brit got the idea to keep OCW going because of how dominant I was. If OCW died with the two bit waste of flesh PIC, this company most likely wouldn’t exist.
In fact, I know it wouldn’t.
I am more instrumental in this game than you think, Kon. I have turned heads, opened doors, paved lanes, and made waves. And if it weren’t for me, let’s be honest with ourselves here, there would be no YOU. When your old company closed, you were left for dead like a rotting carcass on a hot summer day. Is that why you have so many tattoos? To cover up the torn flesh where the crows had their Sunday Brunch?
I’ve always wondered that.
Anyway. Yeah, KON. In a weird, round-a-bout way, I own you. I dictate your entire existence. I give you purpose. I am the Joker to your Batman, I am the yin to your yang. You need me because without me, you have no purpose.
So when we step into that ring in Philadelphia, keep that in mind. Keep in mind that the more pain you inflict on me, the more I welcome it. The more I CRAVE it. Keep in mind that the entire reason you are able to throw me around the ring like a discarded toy is because I allowed you to do so.
*deep breath, exhale*
Look at this. Got me talking all out of character! I am supposed to be the level headed one! Well, sometimes, you have to play down to your competition. It won’t happen again!
*zip lips motion*
All I know is that we are going to have the match of the year. People will be talking about this one for years! And when the smoke clears, the dust settles, and the fire turns to embers, it will be ME standing over YOU, one arm raised, and, if I’m lucky enough, bleeding profusely.”
