[Despayre]

 Previously...

"What the hell is she doing here?" Gabriel whispered as he stepped up to Synn's side to watch in stunned awe as Despayre embraced both the woman who gave birth to him, and who also was responsible for confining her mentally unbalanced son in the hell that was the Broodmoore estate. Shane, Fantasia, and even Rage had kept their distance from their mentor, as they too were completely caught off guard by this sudden appearance. Here they had just had one of the most amazing experiences in their lives in meeting Queen Elizabeth herself, and suddenly the world had been turned upside own in a single fleeting moment.

"Synn?" Gabriel whispered as their eyes never strayed from the scene playing itself out in front of them but their mentor never responded. Gabriel tore his eyes from Despayre separating himself from his mother with his cheeks wet with the tears formed by a long hoped for reunion. Synn's eyes stared straight ahead, watching as Despayre ran his fingers through his mom's hair, seemingly inspecting everything there was about her. Her eyes too were brimming over with the emotional evidence of a desperately wanted reunion.

Save for the memories of when she had left him in the care of the Broodmoore doctors and never returned.

Gabriel knew well enough that Synn was transfixed -- stunned -- and currently experiencing his own worst nightmare.

Gabriel spoke up again, still in a hushed whisper but with a tone behind it that would surely get Synn's attention, "Are you sure it's her?"

"Of course I'm sure!" Synn hissed through clenched teeth. "She may have changed a bit since we were kids but..."

"Changed a bit?" Shane said lightly as he and the other two maneuvered themselves closer. "She looks as if she swallowed the woman who gave birth to Despy."

Synn exhaled sharply through his nose and his head turned s-l-o-w-l-y to look over his shoulder at Shane and something in Synn's emerald green eyes told Shane that this was most assuredly not the time to be making such comments. Shane hid his discomfort behind that cocky smile he always wears and rubbed the back of his head. Synn turned back around to watch as Despayre grabbed his mom by the hand and with a huge smile on his face, excitedly pulled her along behind him as he hurried back over toward their group.

"Guys!" Despayre chirped with an innocent excitement they had not heard since the day Angel was first placed into his waiting arms. "Guys! Look ... look! It's..."

"We know who it is Joshua." Synn said matter-of-factly in an acidic tone, but one that was completely lost on the boy, but not his mother. Synn looked from the little guy, to the woman and gave her a curt nod. "Margaret."

"Rowan." She smiled despite the discomfort between them.

Gabriel and Rage glanced toward each other and mouthed 'Rowan'?

Synn sighed and looked back at them briefly before returning his attention to her and spoke, "Please, I had my name changed legally to..."

"Synn." She said, nodding. "Yes, I know. Old habits I guess. I mean it has been awhile."

Synn said, "Twenty years, give or take."

Margaret offered, "It's nice to finally see you again after all this time."

"Thank you." Synn replied crisply. "And you've never looked more lovely. There. Now we're both liars."

Margaret blinked back her surprise, unsure if she heard Synn correctly. The words settled in her mind and the corners of her lips twitched into a frown, all of this lost as Despayre had his arms around her neck and snuggled his face into her shoulder length, brown tresses.

Shane cleared his throat and eyes turned in his direction, where he spoke up, "Erm, maybe we should go...?"

"Nooo!" Despayre whined. "You hafta meet my mom! Gabriel! Gabriel...." Despayre reached out and snatched his best friend by the arm and Gabriel found himself drawn up close to the woman he heard so many wrongs about, and had secretly hoped would never again enter Despayre's life. "Mom, this is my bestest friend of all, Gabriel!"

Despayre wore a smile of pride as Margaret smiled herself and offered her hand over to Gabriel, and only for Despy's sake did he accept it.

Margaret said, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"That's sweet." Gabriel smiled, pumping her hand gently. "I only wish I could reciprocate."

Despayre frowned as he tried to process that one, and Margaret simply gave Gabriel a hard look for a few scant moments before she turned to Synn and tilted her head to the side. "I see you've been telling everyone everything that you could about me."

Synn shook his head. "Not everything." He answered, tilting his head toward Despayre. "And not to everyone."

Margaret looked to her son, understanding Synn's implication. Had Synn divulged the secret that it was she who had sealed Despayre away in Broodmoore where he was tormented and tortured into an even worse mental state than when he went in, it would do far worse than hurt him.

It would destroy him.

Synn would not allow such a thing to happen, and that was the only reason he hadn't told Despayre the more in-depth history between mother and son.

"Mom? Mom!" Despayre chirped, amazingly resilient against the cloud of tension that was thickening by the moment between the gathered adults. He pulled her over toward the remaining members of the Sins as Synn stepped up and Gabriel turned around to stand by the man's side.

Shane and Fantasia were stoic at the appearance of the woman and her being drawn closer towards them. Rage appeared as he always did -- perpetually upset with a frown frozen on his face. Only those closest to him could see the simmering anger building behind his eyes. yes, he too knew of what this woman had done. Given his own personal history, one would understand how he might feel about a mother sealing her only child away as an act of selfish convenience. Yet Rage too fought the urge to speak his mind, which could very well be the hardest fight he had ever accomplished.

Despayre held his arm around Margaret's shoulder and with his free hand, indicated the three members of his newly discovered family. he said, "The pretty one is Fantasia. (whispers) I'm not sure what her real name is. The handsome guy there is Shane. The mean, bald one is Rage. (whispers) I know his real name but he doesn't like it being used."

Rage frowned (yes an even worse one than he already had on his kisser) and a low, guttural growl rumbled in his throat when Shane thought quickly to change the topic.

"Despy..." Shane said and held a certain fuzzy friend up that had been pushed into his arms. "...aren't you forgetting someone?"

"Angel!" Despayre cried. "Oh I am so sorry! *huffs* Where are my manners?" He took Angel into his arms and cuddled him for a moment before turning around with the brightest, widest smile on his face and said, "Mom ... this is my best friend, Angel!"

Margaret leaned over slightly with her hands at the waist and she cooed, "Well hello Angel! How do you do?"

Despayre lowered Angel a bit to his own waist with a baffled expression, "How does he do what?"

"Despy..." Fantasia smiled, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder. he turned to look at her and shrugged, "No, seriously. How does he do what?"

Synn turned to Gabriel and drew him aside a step and leaned in to whisper, "I need you to take him out. Do something, distract him."

"You're serious." Gabriel said more as a statement than a disbelieving question. "With his mom having just shown up? What the hell do you expect me to do? Take him down by the river and race the ducks?"

"Whatever it takes." Synn growled. "I need to take care of this before it blows up in my face!"

Gabriel shook his head and started to walk past Synn, murmuring along the way, "Yeah like that could ever happen..."

Margaret tickled Angel's nose with her finger, eliciting a laugh from her son when Gabriel and Synn approached them and said, "Hey buddy, what say you and me take a breather? All this excitement is getting a bit much for me."

"Huh? Now?" He looked at his mom and then to Gabriel, crestfallen. "Noo! My... my mom just came here! I haven't...!"

Synn stepped up and as much as it bothered him to do so, he rested a hand on Margaret's shoulder and raised his eyebrows and said, "Just for a little while, Joshua. I thought perhaps Shane and Gabriel could take you somewhere where you might buy your mom something to drink? Perhaps get her a present?"

"Oh..." Despayre bit his bottom lip, contemplating this. "I suppose so, but..."

"It's alright Joshua." Margaret said, giving her shoulder a light nudge to 'shoo' Synn's hand off, and heightening the emphasis behind the use of Despayre's given name. "Synn and I do need to have a little private talk. I'll still be here when you get back."

"Promise?" Despayre said, holding Angel up toward his mouth and mumbling against the back of his plush head.

"Promise." She answered back. "And if you find any, I do like orchids."

"Orchids it is!" Despayre said aloud., turning Angel about face to look into his little black eyes. "We have ourselves a mission, Angel!" he spun about and took off for the door, Shane and Gabriel hurrying to catch up after him. Only a split second later, Despayre appeared again from around the corner and ran up to Margaret, hugging her tightly and planting a light kiss on her cheek, seemingly the very same action a child would do with his own mother. "Be back soon!" And he was right off again.

Margaret watched him with a smile on her face as Rage and Fantasia exchanged uncomfortable glances.

Fantasia cleared her throat and all eyes turned to her. "Synn, I'm going to check on our reservations for dinner tonight."

Synn nodded as the 'Sin of Lust' took her leave. Rage ran a finger along his jaw as Synn and Margaret turned to him and he shrugged, "Shit. I guess I'll go pretend that I have something better to do." And he walked off without another word.

Tense moments of uncomfortable silence followed in his wake between the two remaining people standing. Margaret sighed and turned around to face Synn directly and she said, "Ro... Synn," She corrected herself. "I think..."

But Synn held his hand up, cutting her off from whatever she was going to say, and he instead started talking, "Please, Margaret. Could we skip any unnecessary false pleasantries and go straight to the point of this whole debacle before we find ourselves reminiscing about a shared history that never was?"

Her facade of a smile vanished in an instant and she shrugged and said, "Fine."

"What do you want?" Synn asked simply. "What are you even doing here?"

Margaret frowned and shook her head in faux disbelief. "Do you really need me to answer that?" She glanced away briefly, tongue in cheek. "You were always supposed to be the smart one. An answer for anything, or rather, a smart ass answer for anything. Yet here you are, asking the dumbest question imaginable."

Synn said nothing. He just stared right at her. Watching. Waiting.

"I'm here to see my child." She finally answered. "I came across the damn world to hopefully, finally catch up with my little boy and perhaps even see him win a championship, doing something he loves doing."

"Why here?" Synn asked. "Why now?"

"Rowan..." She started to say but at the flash of annoyance in his eyes she quickly changed her words, "Sorry, Synn ... I have been trying to find you two since I found out you managed to get him out."

"That was three years ago."

"I know." She admitted. "But I didn't find out until almost two years ago. Mom and I finally managed to break through the red tape ourselves and lo and behold, we find out you checked him out. Oh and managed to be declared his legal custodian to top it off."

"After nearly twenty years I think I earned that right." He fired back with sarcasm dripping from every word.

"You could have told me sooner Synn!" She sudden;y charged angrily. "You could have let me or my mom know the moment you freed him from..."

Synn tucked his hands in his pockets almost contentedly and shrugged a shoulder, "I had no reason or desire to."

"But..." Margaret seemed surprised, almost shocked at his demeanor. She had a hand on her breast as she pleaded, "But I am his mother..."

"No, actually you're not." Synn countered and she responded as though she had been slapped right across the face. He pointed a finger directly in her face and continued, "You lost the right to call yourself that the minute you signed those papers and threw away the key. You lost the right to call yourself that the moment he was abandoned in Broodmoore!"

"Synn..." Margaret pleaded, shaking her head with a fresh wave of tears brimming in her hazel eyes, "I swear to God I didn't know the type of place..."

"Doesn't matter. You would have found out had you visited him. Had you fought harder to see your baby boy! You didn't, so the right to call yourself his mom... " He raised his eyebrows and shrugged. "It simply doesn't exist any longer."

With that being said, Synn turned his back on her and simply walked away into the hotel's inner settings, hoping desperately that the bar would be open. After that long awaited confrontation, he needed a drink.



"Well, what a mess, huh? I bet everyone out there watching is waiting with baited breath for the continuing episode of "As the Ring Turns", everyone's favorite wrestling related soap opera. Because when you get right down to it, professional wrestling is a soap opera. Just with a few piledrivers thrown in for good measure."

Jesse Ventura imitation: "Vote for me or I'll body slam your grandmother!" Ha! .... *ahem*

"I know that a lot of what I'm saying isn't making sense just yet, but please just bear with me. With everything that's been happening over the past several days, you can't blame one's mind for being a little lost in the shuffle."

"As you can see, things are quickly spiraling out of control. With 'London Brawling' and a chance to win the tag team championship looming over the horizon, this couldn't be coming at a worse possible time."

"Yes, I'm sure the champions as well as the second pairing of challengers are just beside themselves with concern over this situation, the thought just never entering their heads (and their hopes) that this bit of family drama might -- just might -- distract Sinful Obsession from their goals to repeat history. Well, don't get your hopes up too much gentlemen. I'd just hate myself if I weren't to warn you that I've been working with Despayre ever since all of this started, helping him to focus and to channel the emotions he's being flooded with against the four of you."

"I know my boys. I know what both of them are capable of inside of the ring, and unless the champions and second challengers have been spending all if their time under a rock, I'd be very worried about what's going to happen indeed."

"I'm happy to see that the Aristocrats finally managed to show themselves. You boys had me worried for a moment there. You two are probably one of the biggest threats not just in the SCW tag team division, but the whole Alliance-wide realm as well. Few teams have had the courage and fortitude to face the obstacles that you have, and whether I like you or not isn't the question here. I simply can't find it in myself to deny the truth that Chett Hawkins and Steve Scanlon are a formidable threat to any tag team and any tag team championship that is within their reach."

"Yes I am admitting to everyone out there that the Aristocrats are one of the best combinations that this business has ever seen. Just not the best. That honor doesn't even go to the champions, simply because Jordan and Casey haven't had the pleasure of stepping into the ring with Despayre and Gabriel yet. Chett and Steve are going to fight their hearts out to walk away with the gold, there isn't any doubt about it. It's like a child on one of those old fashioned carousels where you had to reach to grab the brass ring. So many turns, so many near misses. The Aristocrats will one day be the Sin City Wrestling Champions, just not yet. Not at 'London Brawling'."



Oh it was a lucky thing that the bar had been open. It was a foolish thing to do, especially given the circumstances, but after what had just happened, Synn just didn't care. The burning sensation of the two glasses of Scotch settled in him and the warmness gave him the illusion of calm and relaxation. The unexpected confrontation with Margaret, Despayre's birth mother, had been inevitable. Deep down he knew it. He had simply been just too ignorant in the hopes that somehow, in some way this distasteful bit of fate would pass him and his son by.

His son.

He never really forced the thoughts into his mind before, but after the thing with his mother only almost two hours ago, it seemed to flow naturally. Despayre was his son, and now he would have to figure out what exactly to do about the given situation. Truth be told, he simply hadn't planned ahead -- which was a cardinal sin in itself for him, if you'd be so kind as to pardon the pun. he prided himself on always knowing exactly what to do, but it was like your own parents would always say...

They hadn't been given a handbook in how to deal with a child, so nobody could know all of the answers when it came to raising them.

Despite wishing it would have never had to have happened ... despite it now being over and done with ... Synn would now have to know what to do about Despayre when the boy would want to know where his mom had gone to. Synn's biggest fear ... wondering what he would do if Despayre wanted to go with her. That worry was over with her...

"What the hell are you still doing here!?" He practically shouted in a stunned aspect as he had walked from the bar and through the lobby to find Margaret seated at a small table in an alcove, sipping a cup of hot tea. He walked right over toward her table without another word and demanded, "Leave. Now!"

Margaret set her tea cup on the saucer and placed it on the table before her. She looked up at him and for the first time since they had met all of those years ago, Synn saw a fire behind a pair of eyes that seemingly matched his own.

She said simply, "No."

"No?"

"No." She reaffirmed, this time with more force behind her statement. She slowly stood and faced him without fear, despite the fact the height difference between them placed her head squarely in his chest. She looked up at him, her fingers gliding on the smooth surface of the cherry wood table and she spoke up, "You're not getting rid of me that easily Rowan..."

"Synn..."

"Rowan!" She barked back, refusing to acknowledge his legally changed name this time, perhaps more so to annoy him than anything other. "I waited all these years to see my boy again! I waited all this time in the hopes you might have it in your heart to let his mother and grandmother know he was fine, that he was even alive, but no! You just left the two of us hanging...!"

"I wish..." Synn muttered, but his idle threat did not deter her.

Margaret continued, "Even had you not let me know, the very least you could have done is tell my mother! She was good to you! Even if you didn't deserve it, she treated you like gold!"

Synn looked at her with a blank stare, the effects of the alcohol in his system slowly being burned away by the temper rising. He said, "Be that as it may, had I told her, you were bound to be confided in... and you'll forgive me but that was simply not an option!"

By now, there were several heads turning in the couple's general direction, staff and patron alike as the voices grew steadily in volume.

"You sanctimonious prick!" She seethed. "You have no idea what I was put through..."

"What you were put through!?" He roared. "You self pretentious bitch! I was in that hospital! I saw what the hell kind of environment you put him in! I saw the effects those god damn doctors caused Joshua! When i went in there, all that was left of him was the animal! The boy was gone! I fought ... literally fought to bring the boy back, and to get that boy to trust me! He told me all those years.... all he wanted was for his mom to walk through that door and save him! He was disappointed each and every time! That in itself destroyed his sense of worth far more so than anything that those doctors could conceive! A boy always needs his mother, and you simply were not there for him! I was! he lost his childhood all because of you!"

"I tried..."

"You didn't try shit Margaret!" Synn shouted. "You didn't do anything that did not benefit you! After he was injured, and he started to deteriorate, he simply became an annoyance to you! Not a son but a burden!"

She cried, literally cried, "That isn't true!"

"You might as well say good-bye now." Synn said, the woman's tears having no effect on him. "Because you are never going to see him again!"

"I am his mother!"

"I am his FATHER!"

Only a handful of seconds passed as they stared into each other's eyes when a clearing of someone's throat alerted them. Synn and Margaret turned and looked behind them, and both froze as there stood Despayre, his teddy bear held tightly against him, and his eyes wide... staring at the two of them, back and forth. Gabriel's own eyes were closed tightly, his mouth pursed into a frown as his hand gripped Despayre's small shoulder in a brotherly form of comfort.

"Joshua..." Synn said, finally having found his voice. "I..." He took a step forward but Despayre took a hasty step back, backing himself right up against Gabriel. That alone made Synn feel as if his heart had fallen into the pit of his stomach. There had been little doubt that either Margaret or her father -- or perhaps both -- had filled Joshua's head with lies about his father, explaining his absence from his life, instead of telling him the simple truth. No doubt those very lies were already beginning to resurface in his still-child like mind. It was a sad fact of life that to a child, whether it be a boy or girl, a mother's word was pristine. It was simple truth, as were the words of a grandma or grandpa. After all, why would they lie to a child?

The father on the other hand... especially one that was not there to defend himself...

Synn glanced past Despayre and to the man behind him. Gabriel had been right. All this time Synn had put off telling his son the truth for fear of it blowing up in his face, and his holding out might very well have caused even worse damage. he had to fix this... but he needed privacy. He said, "Gabriel, can you...?"

Gabriel frowned and looked down at the little guy who stared straight ahead at Synn, everything about him seemingly frozen in place. He looked back up at Synn and shook his head in the negative, saying, "I'm not sure I can le..."

Synn whispered audibly through clenched teeth, "Please" This situation was quickly growing out of control. Gabriel sighed, then with one glance back at Despayre, he nodded and started to leave when a hand suddenly ensnared his wrist.

"No." Despayre whispered.

"Despy..." Gabriel started to say, tugging at his wrist but for such a little guy, Despayre had a surprisingly strong grip. "I should go..."

Despayre looked up over his shoulder and his eyes wavered as he said, "Please." Whatever Gabriel saw in them, he didn't say outright, but he knew he couldn't just walk away. Despayre's psyche was fragile enough as it was. No amount of medications or therapy would ever take away what was done to him. But he needed support, and Gabriel looked up to meet the gazes of both Despayre's father and mother.

"You heard him." Gabriel said, his tone saying he would brook no argument. "Fix this."

"Sweety..." Margaret started to speak in a soothing tone but Synn whipped around and aimed a forefinger right at her.

"Don't!" He barked. "You have done quite enough already."

"Don't talk to my mom like that."

The words were soft, but the way they were spoken were like the hiss of a viper. Synn turned around and Despayre's gray eyes glared directly at him, having naturally come to his mother's defense. It was everything Synn had feared. Despite everything done, Despayre could not bring himself to believe his mother capable of any wrong doing. Synn did not approach him again. He instead slowly lowered himself down to one knee in front of him, bringing him closer.

Whatever anger that had arisen in Despayre at Synn focusing his ire at Margaret seemingly evaporated, and his face was knit in confusion. Tears brimmed at his eyes as Despayre opened his mouth several times, trying to say something but the words continually escaped him. He exhaled sharply and swallowed, until he finally found his voice.

"You-you're really my dad?"

Synn closed his eyes and simply nodded in affirmation. No words could express the truth any better. He opened his eyes, and no tears were there, but the fear of separation was. Gabriel could see it and it all hit home, the reason why Synn held off for so long in telling Despayre who he really was.

He did not want to lose his son.

"I knew." Despayre whispered.

"Excuse me?" Synn frowned, shaking his head to seemingly clear the proverbial cobwebs. "Knew... what?"

"Angel told me." Despayre held his eyes down towards the plush bear. "He told me you were my dad. He told me that's why you got me out of the place. That's why you treat me so nice, and buy me things and got me a home..."

He lifted his eyes and said, "You're my dad."

Synn couldn't say anything to this. He glanced down, and before he knew it, Despayre had rushed onto him and enveloped his thick neck with his smaller arms in a tight hug. He buried his face into Synn's shoulder, his body starting to rack with sobs. Synn had no words. All he could do was bring his arms up and bring the boy closer and hold him.

Gabriel was admittedly uncomfortable. He knew Synn should have come clean sooner, and it was only by a miracle things did not blow up in his face. Despayre ... no, Joshua ... was a smart kid, despite his off the wall antics and mind frame. None of them gave the kid enough credit when it came to his mind. He never thought that Despayre would have worked out the truth for himself, even if the bear had been given credit.

Gabriel shuffled back a few steps to give them space, and that was when he noticed Margaret stepping onto the elevator, having had the very same idea. Probably the first decent thing the woman had the courage to do.

Gabriel took one last look at the now revealed father and son embracing in the hotel lobby before he took his leave, and stepped out into London.

"Do you know what I like the best about the SCW tag team division? Unlike other promotions where the setting is more structured with regularly booked combinations and pairs, the SCW tag team roster is ever changing. Oh we have a few regular teams, like the Aristocrats and Sinful Obsession to name a small handful, but everything here is kept fresh as the roster of combinations evolves constantly. I know for a fact that this is also done in the Land of the Rising Sun, where you might see a tag team compete on one show, then be on opposite sides of the fence the next. It keeps things interesting and if i might add, it also keeps the champions of the tag team side on their toes."

"This above all else is why I have to give Jordan and Casey credit for their reign lasting as long as it has. With the tag team division as it is, winning those belts is difficult enough as it is, let alone retaining them. You've held the tag titles for just over a month which is a commendable accomplishment. Hats off to you. Bravo, and all that sort of thing. But unfortunately all good things must come to an end, and for your reign at the top of the mountain, your time is now Wx2. (Like the name? Wx2? Stands for Williams times two, in case it flew right over your heads.)"

"Jordan is a confident man. I happen to like that. You have to be in this business, but to infer that you are all seven sins rolled into the being of a single man? Tsk tsk. Sorry but the mentor of the seven Sins had that distinction nailed down long before the thought ever entered your mind. I can see you laying claim to Pride, perhaps even Lust (shame on you by the way!) and Greed. But then there's Sloth, Envy, Gluttony, and Wrath. Four qualities in the average human being you just seem to fall short of."

"Another thing I like about Jordan is the fact that he gives credit where credit is due. He called Gabriel and Despayre the best team in SCW. that they are, and in doing so Mister Jordan Williams practically predicted the downfall of his latest dynasty. For you see, to emerge victorious, a team is needed that knows how to win. they have to know what the other thinks and breathes and feels. You can't tell me Jordan that you have that very same bond with Casey that Gabriel and Despayre have shared these past two, plus years. That is the weak link in your armor. It's the weak link that my boys fully intend to exploit. Your resume in this business is impressive, make no doubt about that. But your time at the pinnacle of your profession is in the past. Gabriel and Despayre are the future -- and the future is looking brighter than ever."

"I see Casey is also as charming as ever he were. Quietly asking what my boys ever did to deserve this chance at a championship he holds. Funny, I could almost ask the same thing of him any time he has the chance to wrestle a champion for a title! But considering Gabriel has already confronted Big Bad Casey on to this fact tells me I regretfully (hello, sarcasm!) don't have to focus as much on the Big and bad One as much as I had planned to."

"We tried playing nice with Casey. we tried the whole respectful routine and paying him lip service (shut up you pervs), but the man just can't play nice and return the respect in kind. He doesn't appear to have it in him, and it makes me wonder why on Earth, out of all the potential wrestlers in the SCW, Spike chose him to join the ranks of the New Extremes. I guess every great leader needs a flunky, eh? And Casey, when you lose the gold here in London, and you will, who do you think is going to catch the blame? Hm? It won't be Jordan, I can assure you. You might be 'big" Casey, but Gabriel and Despayre are the two 'baddest' men in that ring, no matter the difference in size. Bit by bit, you're going to be whittled away like a tree that gets turned into a itty bitty pencil. Once Sinful Obsession is done with you, there won't be anything left of the proverbial giant of SCW."

"Neither the champions nor the challengers give this team of Sinful Obsession nearly enough credit, and that is where the fatal mistake has been made. It's a common fact of life that when you don't pay attention to history, you are condemned to repeat it. Because it was in December of 2010 when Despayre and Gabriel won a tournament to walk away as the Asylum Wrestling Alliance World Tag Team Champions. (Not the World Heavyweight Tag Team Champions, just in case you're paying attention HarKore Warriors!) This match, yes, as you must already know by now, took place right here in London, England. The team they beat didn't see them as being too much of a threat either. Their mistake will be yours, and the titles are coming home to the Seven Deadly Sins."

"There you are!" Despayre called out as he walked into the hotel room to find Angel sitting in front of a running video camera. He hurried up and scooped the teddy bear up into his hands. "Stop wearing out that camera!" He smiled as he turned around and hurried from the room, closing the door behind him.

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What? Who did you think was cutting this promo?