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Against a plain, gray background was the outline of the forefront of a man's profile. Tall. Strong. As the classic piece of ominous music played out for the listener, the shadow of that very man, our host, walked into the scene and stepped right into the outline as if it were made for him. And if you know anything about such tales and stories, you would know this to be only too true.
Once inside of the field, the shadow was illuminated and Synn turned about to face the camera. He was dressed completely in a black suit, save for the lone piece of color he wore in the form of the red tie around his neck. His hands were clasped behind his back and he looked stoically into the camera.
Synn: Good eeeevening. The story of which I am about to share with you is true. No names have been changed to protect which dare not be revealed. Yet I dare, as this truly is no story. It is a collection of truths brought together to allow you to bear witness to an unbearable fact; not all is as innocent as you might be want to believe. And I use the term 'bear' with good reason. Reasons for which you will soon come to understand.
Synn walked over to what is seen as a set up for a child's play room with a toy chest. Gathered is a collection of old school toys; including a wooden soldier, a rocking horse, a monkey with cymbals, and of course ... a teddy bear. Synn stepped up behind the toy chest and leaned down to pick up the diminutive plush teddy bear into his hands. He brought it to eye level and examined it with a critical eye before turning to the camera.
Synn: The teddy bear. Cute, is it not? A timeless classic toy that appeals to young and old alike. Whether it be child or adult, boy or girl, man or woman, a part of each of us knows the desire for and personal value of one of these adorable, innocent little bears.
He looked from the bear and up into the camera with a frown.
Synn: But is it as 'innocent' as one might truly believe? Have you ever wondered what lies behind those tiny eyes that never close? What lurks within the recesses of one of our children's most fierce protectors? You might ask yourself what would it take to offend one of these cuddly guardians? What might happen if they were tired of protecting those that take them for granted?
Synn nodded.
Synn: Watch closely, and be aware.
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Las Vegas, Nevada
The Fashion Show Mall. Not a place where one might expect to find the current Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, Nick Jones, and his Entourage, but this proved to serve as a distraction for his current woes thanks to the announcement of his having to defend his cherished championship once again against Spike Staggs. His gold digger, er, excuse me -- girlfriend, Diana, had coerced Nick into going to the mall with her so she might find something 'appropriate' to wear for him for when they'd be alone together over the course of the weekend.
Need we say more?
So where Nick went, the rest of his squad followed, including that of his cousin, the light hearted and endearing Bernard, or Big B as he preferred to be called. Tony, Max and the rest followed dutifully, if begrudgingly, as Diana made her rounds to find the perfect intimate apparel for her evening with the champion, but roaming eyes caused one of their own to wander off to explore something of a more innocent goal.
"So, this one?" Diana said with a smile, holding up a lace negligee by the straps. it was woven of a mesh fabric colored in black and red, and worn correctly, would leave little to nothing to the imagination. This was not lost on Nick (or the other men in the Entourage nearby). Nick himself could only silently nod.
"Great!" Diana smiled. "I'll take it." And she handed it to the sultry clerk who had hovered around them the entire time, waiting to make the sale so she might earn a tidy commission.
"Great!" The clerk smiled as she took the garment and maneuvered behind the counter. "Would you be needing anything else? We have a new line of perfumes? Some edible body oils perhaps?"
"Body oils you say?" Nick's interest was peaked once again, switching back and forth between Diana and the display. "What flavors?"
"Oh we have several." The clerk stated."Chocolate. Strawberry. Banana. Lime..."
Before she could continue with her sales pitch, the voice barked out behind them...
"Found him!"
And Tony walked into the store once again, pulling a reluctant Big B along by the arm. Tony said, "He was in Build-A-Bear!"
Max choked on a laugh as Diana and Nick exchanged looks.
Nick sneered, "Build-A-Bear!? You have got to be joking!"
Diana raised her brow as she blindly grabbed a strawberry flavored body gel and passed it to the clerk. She asked, "What in Hell were you doing in there?"
"Buying an outfit for Ted." Big B answered simply enough, holding up the small black teddy bear that his little buddy Despayre had bought for him months ago. "I couldn't let him go around naked could I?"
"Oh for God's sake...!" Nick snarled and he stomped over and pulled the bear from B's grasp and threw it as hard as he could out the door of the mall store.
"Hey!" B cried out and he turned and took off to retreat his possession.
Nick turned around and found both Diana and the others looking at him.
"What?" Nick shrugged as he walked up and snaked his arm around Diana's waist, passing the shopping bag from the clerk to her. "What's he going to do?"
What, indeed? Perhaps it was not Bernard that Nick should have been concerned with for issuing such a grave insult.
The night had passed smoothly enough, and we rejoin Nick and the Entourage at the Luxor hotel. It was late, well past midnight and all were asleep in their beds in their respective rooms. All save, for one.
The night provided for plenty of shadows in which to hide, even in the well lit hallways of the Luxor. Whoever we were seeing things through the eyes of, they were small indeed. Short in stature but not in determination.
A light, scattered breath was heard as 'it' peeked around the corner of the hall and spotted a maid just exiting a room and locking the door behind her. 'It' ducked back before it could be seen or noticed, and waited. 'It' was patient, after all. It, like all of it's kind, had waited so patiently for all these years -- the early 1900's to be exact. It peeked again and watched as the maid wheeled her supply cart down the other end of the hall and disappeared into an elevator. Quickly, it skidaddled on tiny legs across the hall and hid against a door for a moment. It's breathing the only thing being heard aside from the soft noise of it's 'feet' on the lush hall carpet. It then swiftly moved down a row of the hall doors until it arrived at Room 48. It looked 'up' and it's breathing grew excited.
Inside of the hotel room was complete darkness as the door was slowly pushed open just enough. A shadow slowly slid through the opening and shut the door without a sound so as to alert the room's occupants. Again we are seeing through 'it's' eyes as it looked around the room. Quite the room of luxury, as would be befitting the heavyweight champion of SCW. There was the gold and jewel encrusted belt stationed in a place of honor atop the dresser, and right beside that... the two sleeping forms.
The excited breaths grew at a quicker pace and 'it' moved closer to the bed, at a faster pace. It now stood at the foot of the bed and reached up -- with two soft, black paws, and gripped the bed spread and started to pull itself up. Up until it stood at the feet of those sleeping under the covers. The larger of the forms stirred sleepily and it's arm snaked it's way from under the covers.
"Hm?" Nick Jones murmured in a tired voice. "C'mon Diana, cut it out."
"What?" Diana asked, only barely awake herself. "I'm not doing anything."
'It' started to crawl closer, stepping carefully between the two drowsy bodies when Nick rolled over onto his back and started to sit up.
"Diana I said..." He started to speak when his eyes widened at what he was seeing right in his face. "What the f-"
And 'it' dove straight at him with a hungry growl.
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Synn: Let me pause our story briefly so as to allow a word from our sponsors.
"This Sunday in Las Vegas, Nevada, Sin City Wrestling is proud to present their weekly web cast of Climax Control where we will see six exciting matches ala Halloween style! Including in the Main Event, the SCW Tag Team Championship will be put on the line when Gabriel and Despayre defend their gold against the unlikely duo of Bo Dreamwolf and Blaque Hart Bruce Evans."
"An interesting match to be sure, perhaps one of the more interesting that the champions have found themselves in since they first won the championship. When the Sins are inside of the ring in a straight up tag team match, there are none better. It's why they've reigned as champions in two separate promotions over the past two years. Yet against the number of credible combinations they've found themselves up against, this is a new situation."
"You see, not only are they going against a team that literally hates one another, but nobody in the match has any idea what style of match they'll be competing in. None of the men even know if they'll be setting foot inside of an actual wrestling ring! Remember, it was just last year where two matches took place in unlikely locations, one of which was a gothic cemetery! How would it be if the champions were to find themselves scoping a graveyard here in Las Vegas, having to find a way to defeat their opponents inside of those iron gates in order to retain their titles? Not an easy topic to breech when one thinks about it. That is the risks of being the champions."
"Of course that also brings up the topic of just whom they are competing against with the hopes of walking away, still the champions. Bo Dreamwolf and Blaque Hart Bruce Evans may have their issues. Heck, let's face facts; they despise one another and want nothing to do with each other, other than having the satisfaction of having their hand raised in victory at the expense of the other. What can you expect from a team like that? Surprisingly, they already chalked up an upset win once as a tandem. Could they do so again? Sinful Obsession have always had the issue of unpredictability as one of their main advantages. Now they face a team that could wind up just as unpredictable."
Synn: And now we rejoin our story already in progress.
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Morning came only too soon and in that very same room, the door opened and Big B leaned in with his teddy bear in his beefy arm, shielded protectively. He looked around and called out, "Cuz? Diana?" But there was nobody in the room. The belt was still there on the stand. The luggage right where it had been dropped. The bed clean and made. B looked around carefully and shrugged, looking down at his bear.
B said, "I guess they went down to breakfast without us." And he stepped back and closed the door after him.
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Synn: Did you know teddy bears were experts at covering their tracks? Especially when they're hungry enough.
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Las Vegas, Nevada
Where else would you expect the rest of this to take place? I mean, the show is set in Las Vegas this week, after all.
We were now a the luxurious home of Synn and his son Joshua, who seemed to almost prefer to be called by his ring name of Despayre, or the nickname Gabriel had coined, Despy. It was in the evening, approaching the hour of ten o'clock, and the house was not void of guests, as seemed to be the norm. Despayre had worked his best on his 'big brother' Gabriel and his girlfriend Odette Ryder to spend the night here instead of their shared house -- even though that very house was close by in Las Vegas. Despayre just wanted a night with them and his dad, watching scary movies to prepare for the Halloween festivities that would come.
The house was dark, save for the large plasma television in the living room, flickering images from its screen for the occupants to see. Synn was leaned back in his personal chair. Odette and Gabriel were seated together on the sofa, a bowl of popcorn between them. Despayre was on the floor, laying chest down with a bowl of Skittles between him and his ever present teddy bear known as Angel. Melody Grace, Odette's biggest fan and Despayre's (not so) secret admirer was in the same position on the floor, but with just enough space between her and Despayre so as to give the young man his personal space.
Despayre had been in the mood for some of the classics, so Synn had bought him the complete collection of the old Universal Studios monster classics; such as Dracula, the Wolf Man, Creature from the Black Lagoon, and others. Some might find them cheesy, but the facts speak for themselves as timeless pieces of cinematic history. Classics. For now, our featured superstars just so happened to be enjoying The Bride of Frankenstein when Despayre stirred restlessly on the floor and hopped up from his saved spot.
"Something wrong, Despy?" Gabriel asked as the little guy walked past him and started out of the kitchen.
"No." He answered, but the slight frown on his face told him something else. "I want some cookies." One would assume the movie was frightening him so he would bravely make up the random excuse to save himself the embarrassment. Gabriel watched after him a moment and decided to give him a bit of help in that regard.
"See what's keeping Teresa." Gabriel called. "She's missing the movie."
"Okay!"
Odette then leaned from her spot beside Gabriel and dipped her hand in the bowl of Skittles in front of Angel and plopped back down.
Melody looked back over her shoulder and shook her head, "Those were Angel's."
Odette looked at Gabriel and smiled, before looking to Melody and she said, "I don't think Angel minds sharing, Mel." And she popped a purple one into her mouth.
Melody sighed and gave her delicate shoulders a shrug before turning back to the movie, never minding the fact the teddy bear was not positioned to be looking Odette's way.
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Synn arched an eyebrow.
Synn: Truly? Would one really believe that? I have a little secret to tell you.
He motioned to come closer with his forefinger and the camera zoomed in for a closeup.
Synn: I have it on good authority that teddy bears are very, very territorial animals. They protect their homes. They protect the innocent souls that they have pledged themselves to. But, and here's the kicker, they also protect the few rarities that they claim for themselves, say, purple Skittles?
He nodded.
Synn: I believe i saw a purple Skittle or two in that handful Odette helped herself to, didn't you?
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In the house's kitchen, the "Synn family's" resident live-in housekeeper, Teresa Aguilera, was busying herself with a snack for herself to munch on while movie watching. This was an exceptional difference in her employment as opposed to other maids and housekeeper's in the city: Teresa was treated like a member of the family. She lived under the same roof and although she earned her living by taking care of the two men who lived here and their frequent guests, she was afforded the same luxuries as they. She had the run of the house. They expected her to eat her meals with them. She was taken out to eat with them on the nights they did so. And when it came to watching movies, she was encouraged to stop working and join them. (and by encouraged, we mean Despayre would not take no for an answer)
So here she was, pouring some small cookies into a bowl for herself. She didn't much care for the candy Despayre would be eating and she could have some popcorn, but these graham cookies were her weakness.
"Hi!" Despayre chirped as he bounded into the kitchen, looking around before focusing on her. "You're missing the movie."
"I'll be right there." Teresa said as she turned from the fridge and poured herself a glass of milk. A required staple for any cookie snack. "I just wanted something light to eat."
"Oh." Despayre nodded and he glanced at the bowl and his already light skin paled as he saw the contents. Something told him in the back of his mind Teresa wasn't safe, and here was the evidence. "These are teddy grahams..." He whispered.
"Mm hm." Teresa smiled. "I thought they'd be a nice treat."
She turned to put the milk back in the fridge when she heard a small crash. Teresa spun around and found her bowl of cookies splattered on the kitchen floor and Despayre looking mortified. He looked up with a guilty expression and shook his head.
"I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to! I bumped it and..."
He looked down at the fallen mess, and back up at her and seemed to be on the verge of tears. Teresa knew the boy was intimidated by her, but he was also quite fond of her all at the same time. He didn't want her to be upset at him but if it meant...
Teresa held up her hand and sighed, a smile creasing her lips. She said, "It's all right, Joshua. It could happen to anyone. I'll just..."
She reached for a dust pan when Despayre jumped over and took it from her hand. He put on his best 'brave face' and shook his head.
"Nope nope nope!" He said. "I made the mess. Lemme do it. You go watch the movie and I'll bring you some cookies from my own stash."
The firecracker of a housekeeper looked at him for only a moment before she let him have this one. It was 'her' job to clean but she and Synn both had been trying to teach him a bit of responsibility on his part should he make a mess, so this could be chalked up as a lesson well learned.
She smiled and picked up her glass of milk. "Okay." She said, and waved her finger at him. "But don't take too long. You shouldn't miss the movie either."
Despayre comically saluted her and she shuffled past him in her slippers. The moment she was out the door, his face turned by far more serious and he looked to the mess of teddy graham's and the box on the counter from which they came. Despayre hurriedly swept the fallen graham crackers from where they fell on the floor and deposited them in the trash can beneath the sink. He then rinsed the fallen bowl out in the sink and put it in the dish washer just like Teresa had shown him. He didn't turn it on, however. That he was not allowed to do. He used a paper towel to clean the crumbs from the counter and stepped back to inspect, making sure he got everything before he grabbed his Chips A'Hoy from the cabinet and rushed to rejoin everyone.
Oh if only he had remembered to get rid of the box on the counter.
A moment later and Rage entered the kitchen for a beer. He pulled a cold one from the fridge and turned to head back into the living room when he spotted the box.
"Hm," he murmured. "Teddy grahams." And he helped himself to a handful before exiting the kitchen. Despayre's eyes were glued to the screen and the movie, so hence he didn't notice Rage sit in the nearest chair, shoveling the bite sized cookies into his mouth.
Oh but another pair of eyes did.
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The Bride of Frankenstein had come and gone, followed by The Mummy and Creature From the Black Lagoon. It was a fun evening, gathered in front of the television, but it had come time to call it a night and everyone had retired to their beds. Synn, Despayre and Teresa in their rooms, and the others in the respective guest rooms.
The only light on was the golden glow of the security light downstairs. Synn had taken every precaution to make certain his household was safe and secure from any outside intruders. But what of something happening ... inside?
One of the bedroom doors in the upstairs hallway slowly opened, and the sound of two tiny feet moving on the carpet was heard by -- nobody. The amber radiance of a small nightlight was seen briefly in the bedroom before it was slowly, and silently, pulled closed.
Once again, we are at a low eye level, moving down the hall. One door, and then two. Ahhh! This is the one! Moving closer to the door, we lean against it to listen carefully. No sounds are coming from within save for the soft breathing on the sleeper within. Sleeper? As in singular? The footsteps drew close on the other side and there was just enough time to duck behind a lamp in the hallway and shield oneself from sleepy eyes when the bedroom door was pulled open and out stepped Gabriel. Running his fingers through his hair, he walked with an air of being tired toward the upstairs bathroom that was all the way down the hall.
Perfect!
The door remained open and leaning it, Odette Ryder was fast asleep, sleeping soundly and most likely dreaming of stolen purple Skittles. Hmph! Turning to peek, Gabriel had just set foot in the bathroom and closed the door behind him. There was little time! Moving into the room, the figure hurried across the bedroom floor...
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Synn: Now, did you know that while teddy bears are pledged to protect their charges, and those closest to them, there is a slight loophole in which they can gain justice when wronged? Clever little critters, they are.
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Approaching the neutral side of the bed with the sleeping Odette under the covers, the low view showed us having arrived at the closet door. Ahh! The closet! How often do the children of the world cry to their parents in the middle of the night about creepy, crawly beasties lurking in the shadows behind those doors? How often are said children offered reassurance and when handed a warm and friendly teddy bear, they once again sleep soundly and safely?
Reason being, the children of the world are not mistaken, and the teddy bears are not simple sleeping companions. They are hardened little warriors who stand ready at the closet door and the base of the bed, serving to protect their child charges from the evil that lurks under the beds and from within the closets. And what deep, dark evil it is! Few know this, but closets serve as portals to other realms. Dark realms from which only the most evil of hell spawn can originate from. And teddy bears are the only ones able to keep that at bay -- or allow them temporary entry.
Perhaps parents should start listening to their children's cries of warning. They just might be on to something.
Two small, cream colored paws reached the closet door and slid it open. Then we hurry back, watching and waiting.
A shadow slowly started to slither from the closet, it's wet, ragged breathes showing it's evil hunger was all evident. The creepy thing glanced about and saw the warrior, but it was across the room and doing nothing to prevent it. It then shifted and saw the sleeping female in the bed and it started to move toward her...
The sound of the faucet running stopped and the bathroom door opened again and Gabriel stepped out and turned the light off after him. He started down the hall toward the bedroom...
Odette's kicking legs were last seen being drug through the closet doors and into what awaited within, her cries unheard by any...
Gabriel opened the bedroom door and stepped inside, not seeing the small figure slip out right past him. Gabriel looked at the bed and saw Odette was not in it, and no signs of a struggle being made. His mind addled with lack of sleep, he thought nothing of it as he moved to the bedside and crawled in, figuring she probably went to get a drink of water. He pulled the covers over his bare chest and allowed himself to drift off back to sleep.
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Synn leaned in toward the camera and winked.
Synn: I bet you didn't see that one coming, did you? Then again, you have to consider that this is a tale of horror. Odette Ryder is an incredibly attractive woman, and what always happens to the pretty women in tales such as these?
He nodded and stood back upright.
Synn: That's right. You understand. Miss Ryder had been warned before about the purple Skittles and she didn't listen. Perhaps we should let this serve as a warning about touching what isn't ours.
He quickly held up his hand to give pause.
Synn: Ahh, but we can not forget that this story is not yet over! We can not forget the simple fact that someone else committed a crime against teddy bears the world over, particularly one that lived in that very home! But first, we must break for a tedious focal point on the match coming up.
Synn cringed.
Synn: Dull, I understand, but it is within the rules. So we cut now for our last commercial break, and then we will rejoin our tale of horror to its foregone conclusion. until then...
"I think Bo Dreamwolf is perhaps the only wrestler in Sin City Wrestling who nobody can truly say anything bad about. Oh sure, his heel opponents will talk trash about him and call him names, but that seems to be the prerequisite for heel on face promos. Still, most, if not all, at least have something good to say about the man, and with good reason."
"Bo Dreamwolf is a rarity in the sport of professional wrestling. He works hard for everything that comes his way, and expects nothing to be simply handed to him just because he is Bo Dreamwolf. Too often we see competitors wishing to take the easy road to success and take few risks in earning the spot where they find themselves. Not Bo. Mister Dreamwolf was raised in a manner which instilled in him a level of self respect where he will accept nothing short of earning his place in SCW, and that place will one day be at the very top of the ladder."
"Bo is a former SCW Roulette Champion, and lost that title to Primetime Matthew Kennedy only due to the interference of current champion Nick Jones. An ironic twist considering that Bo has emerged as one of Nick's top (and most persistent) challengers to date. He has had chances to dethrone both Nick, as well as then champion Rage, and had fallen short on only the smallest of circumstances. He was eliminated in the Six Pack Challenge when Nick was first champion, and fought Rage to a draw in their encounter. Bo has yet to have a singles championship match against Nick, a man who he has had a rough and irritating past with, but when he does (not if), he could easily be one of the very few men to put Nick Jones's shoulders down on the mat for the three count to become the man."
"But right now, it isn't the Heavyweight title that he's challenging for; it's the Tag Team titles. Bo has openly admitted in the past he was not a tag team wrestler. He did not truly wish to be one, but a championship is a championship, and it could only be assumed that an athlete such as he would make the most of this chance, despite who his partner was."
"That is what makes Bo most dangerous. Not his skill, of which there is no denying. It's his conviction. He is bound to look past the fact he has Blaque Hart at his side. He might be wary, and with good reason, but he will look ahead toward the champions and fight with all his heart to dethrone the champions. It won't matter to him that in doing so, he would be handing his chief rival a championship belt as well. He simply is looking toward the light at the end of the tunnel and doing what need be done in order to reach it."
"So how does one meet an opponent like that and fend him off successfully? Well, it certainly won't be a simple task. Bo was trained by one of the best, and that skill had been passed into him and he has made the most of it. But given the unpredictable nature of these Halloween style matches, all that skill and training may be for naught. After all, a figure four leg lock won't be of much use if one is skulking about a graveyard, or attempting to be the first to reach a pumpkin atop a pole at ringside. And god forbid these four men find themselves wallowing in a pool of pumpkin juice!"
"Nobody knows what to expect from these Halloween matches, and that gives the champions a decisive advantage going in. Under the right circumstances, Bo would have to resort to tactics he was unfamiliar with, or unwilling to use, in order to strip the gold from Despayre and Gabriel. And I just don't think he's the type who is willing to do so."
"Blaque Hart Bruce Evans, on the other hand, is. Mister Evans could very well be the catalyst for what could be history in the making. He is a complex athlete inside the ring. He is both vastly skilled in the art of wrestling. We saw evidence to that when he easily held his own in the Scientific Rules match against his partner Bo. But, he is also not above the bending of the rules to take the occasional short cut to achieve his goals. That makes him perhaps the most dangerous man that the champions will have to deal with if they hope to hang onto their titles."
"A man that can wrestle with smooth skill, that is also willing to grab any weapon close at hand and bash the opponent's head in to get that much closer to glory is a man to keep a close eye on, no matter what sort of encounter the tag team title match will end up being. Blaque Hart is crafty, and that is why he has held his own against the best Sin City Wrestling has to offer. He has victories over some impressive men, including that of his own partner in Bo. Gold will be around his waist in the future, make no mistake about that, but will that bit of fate fulfill itself this coming weekend?"
"No. I think not. because you see, as good as Blaque Hart is, as crafty and cunning as he prides himself on being, Despayre and Gabriel are the champions for a reason. Their level of team work is second to none, and both are at their best when faced with stiff challenges. try to remember just who Blaque Hart will be up against this Sunday. Gabriel is as skilled an athlete as any, and if you think he won't fight fire with fire once Evans tries those cheap tactics, then you haven't been paying very close attention to SCW's favorite magician, have you? And Despayre?"
"Nobody knows what to expect from Despayre. Not even his own tag team partner. Not even Synn himself. the boy is a walking wildcard. He can wrestle, he is an incredible aerial wrestler, but there have been numerous times when he simply threw all of that out the window and fought savagely like an animal in order to win, and more importantly to him, to make Gabriel and Synn proud and to protect. Despayre is an enigma, and when backed into a corner, he will fight like any cornered animal."
"That one fact does not bode well for the challengers."
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Rage slept soundly, and for the record, despite what Despayre would often say -- the Sin of Wrath does not snore.
Oh now, you didn't think we forgot about Rage's little error in judgment, did you? Well, neither did someone else. Rage was a very heavy sleeper, and that would serve to an advantage. oh not for him, mind you.
For the other.
Where does one get those small suction cups in such a small size? Well, no matter. This figure had them, and it was using them to slowly climb up Rage's bedroom wall, and once at the top, to slowly crawl across the ceiling, upside down, and toward the moving ceiling fan just above the bed and the large man sleeping within.
Hey here's a fact I bet you didn't know! Rage preferred to sleep in a cool environment, hence why the fan was going at this time of year. Well, this one knew, and it only helped to serve a purpose.
**plop** **plop** **plop**
Closer ... closer ... and here we are! A small screw driver was pulled from parts unknown, and it started to undo the screws that held the ceiling fan into place over the bed. Oops, almost forgot! A cream colored paw reached and pulled the chain of the fan, causing it to go at an even faster speed. That was important. Okay, now we can go ahead with the screw driver.
**screw screw** **screw screw**
One screw was pulled out. Then another. The fan started to droop, still spinning...
**screw screw** **screw screw**
Rage stirred in the bed beneath and his eyes started to open and looked up. He blinked, the sleep evaporating suddenly from his system as the fan suddenly plummeted, spinning --
"F-"
Ever see a tomato dropped in a blender? Yeah, it ain't pretty.
**plop** **plop** **plop**
Back across the ceiling we go .. and down the wall...
**plop** **plop** **plop**
The night was young. It would be awhile before morning... a knife and fork was seen rising into view as 'it' hurried over toward the bed and the mess on it...
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Angel suddenly popped up into the camera.
Angel: Hello! You'll please excuse this most untimely of interruptions. I know you were figuring someone else would be closing out this roleplay, but I'm afraid that Synn is rather tied up at the moment.
Angel turned his head and behind him, Synn was firmly secured to a chair. He struggled but was unable to budge, a given considering the vast amounts of duct tape around his arms, binding them to the armrests, around his legs, securing them to the chair legs, and around his chest and upper arms around the back of the chair over and over.
"MMPHHPH!!!"
Oh yes, and the large piece of duct tape over his mouth.
To the left of the chair was another teddy bear, clad in a black executioner mask and sharpening a long blade on a carving stone. And surrounding the chair? A horde of hungry teddy bears with knives and forks in their paws, and bibs around their little necks.
Angel turned back to the camera.
Angel: This is unseemly, but you see, Synn knew too much about my kind. Ordinarily that's no problem, considering that secret keeper can actually keep a secret. But that is something that Synn proved this day he was unable to do. He prides himself on being a teller of the truth, and he leaked one too many things that should never have been exposed.
"MPPH!"
Synn shook his head in fierce denial
Angel: Quiet you! This is all your doing so man up and go with some dignity!
Angel glanced back to the horde of bears and waved.
Angel: Bon appetite boys and girls!
All of the teddy bears at Synn's feet lunged! The chair tipped over and crashed and Synn was lost within the mass of plush bodies, knives and forks!
Angel shuddered and turned back around.
Angel: How ghastly, but unfortunately -- necessary. Hm, which brings me to another problem.
He tapped his chin with his paw.
Angel: Secrets must be kept at all times, no matter what. It's what makes teddy bears strong. It's why we are powerful against the shadows. Our secrets can not be exposed, and no witnesses can be left tot ell the tales.
He sighed.
Angel: Oh well, if I must, I must.
He slipped on a bib around his neck and picked up a knife and fork. he then turned toward the camera.
Angel: No offense, please. This is merely business. I'm sure you understand.
Angel then lunged at the camera, his gaping jaw enveloping us in darkness....
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Synn suddenly bolted upright in his chair... the cold sweat permeating on his brow. He looked around the room but everyone else had gone to bed, except for Despayre who was leaning back on the sofa, seemingly asleep, with Angel seated right beside him.
"God damn nightmare." He muttered. "Haven't had a nightmare in years."
How embarrassing. Having a nightmare while watching old Universal monster movies? Synn stood up and walked over to the TV and switched it off, then turned around to Despayre. He could easily just cover him with a blanket and let him sleep here he was, but Synn did not want him to wake up alone in the living room. He wanted him to sleep in the comfort and security of his own bed.
"Joshua?" He touched Despayre's shoulder and gave it a shake. "Come on. It's time to go to bed."
He gave him a slightly harder shake and Despayre toppled over, his eyes wide open and the marionette strings exposing themselves from his head and arms.
Synn jerked back and cursed, "What the fuck!?"
"Now, now. That's another quarter in the swear jar."
Synn looked down and stumbled back as the teddy bear's head followed his every movement.
Angel said, "This is indeed a strange world that we live in, hm?"
The teddy bear looked at the camera and winked.
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