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Synovis
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Murky Day Meeting Feb 17, 2014 2:24:23 GMT -5

Post by Synovis on Feb 17, 2014 2:24:23 GMT -5

[Place - House Show: Detroit, Michigan]
[Time - 4:03 p.m.]
[Setting - Stadium Sidewalk]

    The sound of footsteps echoed through the air as Synovis steadily made his way up the stone staircase. He couldn't help but look around at the murky weather as he climbed the last few steps up to the side pathway. The fog was dense, like a thick white wall. Synovis felt unusually comforted by it. It felt like something relaxing to him. A calm stillness all around him, to keep him cool. Even his black hoodie, which usually kept him warm, felt chilled and damp. His physical aura felt completely relaxed. He dropped his heavy duffle bag, carrying his ring gear and clothes, and lifted his arms in a long vertical stretch. His broad shoulders extended and the entire length of his spine cracked. He couldn't help but to yawn. He had just woken up prior to his arrival at to the stadium. He felt completely refreshed and alert, the most powerful he's felt in years.

    He continued forward a few feet until he could finally see the bright yellow neon lights on the stadium's billboard above him. He stopped and stared upward. His eyes were piercing with his undeniable confidence and strength. 'ACE HOUSE SHOW! Start time: 8:00 p.m.' He kept staring. He wanted to to take in this moment. Tonight was the night he made an impact for what he believed. He knew tonight, he would incite destruction and dismantle whoever stepped into the ring with him. He didn't care about anyone else lower than him. He outclassed everyone who stood in front of him and he knew it. He wanted this...no...he needed this. Tonight, he just wanted to win. He didn't care how, or under what circumstance. He just knew, deep down, that...

    Suddenly, a shadow from the fog, rushed full speed into his left arm. The collision caused Synovis to stagger to the right from and the shadow to collapse to the ground. Synovis was shocked at first, but a few seconds after the impact he regained his composure. He was calm, yet clearly aggrivated. He didn't need to say anything. He just stared down at shadow, who glanced back at him. The shaodow was smaller than him, but the fog made it difficult to make out who it was. Synovis tilted his head, awaiting the shadow's response...

(Open to anyone who wants to join in. Feel free.)

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Synovis (Jul 19, 2014 23:07:14 GMT -5)

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Barry Stevens
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Murky Day Meeting Feb 17, 2014 14:01:58 GMT -5 via mobile

Post by Barry Stevens on Feb 17, 2014 14:01:58 GMT -5

Perfumes and laughter filled the limousine as Barry Stevens entered the arena for ACE's house show in Detroit. Feeling the effects of his ecstatic ride, Stevens flailed his way to the trunk, took his studded roller bag and made for the locker room. As he traversed the stadium, a fogginess enveloped Barry; bringing a slight chill to his shoulders. Continuing forward, he collided with another amidst the dense fog. A silhouette of a man, taller and leaner emerged before him within the fog. Barry walked forwards cautiously towards the man. Only to discover he was face to face with Synovis once again.

"Oh, it's you." Barry said, shrugging in a slow monotone manner.

Barry Stevens (Feb 17, 2014 14:04:45 GMT -5)

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Synovis
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Murky Day Meeting Feb 17, 2014 21:12:44 GMT -5

Post by Synovis on Feb 17, 2014 21:12:44 GMT -5

He knew that voice...he's known it for most of his adult life. A voice that has haunted Synovis almost everywhere he has gone before. Now...the illustrious shadow is back...Barry Stevens.

    Judging from the way Stevens had clumsily wobbled his way to a verticle position, he was clearly intoxicated. He reaked of Whiskey and cheap perfume. His face and dress shirt collar were stained with lip-stick kiss marks and sweat. Even his studded bag was torn down the side, leaking not only leaking some of his ring gear, but women's lingerie as well. Stevens was intoxicated beyond comprehension, yet somehow, he was coherent enough to be able to recognize Synovis in his usual calm and arrogant tone.

    Synovis felt completely disgusted. This was the man Synovis had not been able to defeat his entire life. This was the obstacle Synovis had not been able to surpass. This was his greatest adversary...a drunk, lust-hungry, show-off, nobody. Every nerve in Synovis' body tightened, his blood began to boil and his fists became clenched. Synovis was never angrier to see someone in his entire life. He wanted to strike him. He wanted to strike him go horrifyingly hard, that every bone in Stevens' upper torso shattered upon impact. He wanted to make him pay for the years of humiliation and suffering he brought to him...but then he thought of Hawkins. If he were to strike Stevens now, his one oppurtunity at ACE gold was finished. Despite everything, Synovis deemed Barry not worthy of a blow. Instead, he continued to the locker room entrance. As his hand reached the cold metal handle, Synovis glanced back at Stevens, who had locked Synovis in his sights.

    "You're lucky you're not worth the fight at the moment. Just know that next time, you won't be as lucky. Next time, I'll send you crying home to dadd...oh wait...no I won't."

Synovis smirked evilly. He knew that he'd struck his nerve...

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Synovis (Feb 17, 2014 21:13:16 GMT -5)

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Barry Stevens
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Murky Day Meeting Feb 17, 2014 21:50:18 GMT -5

Post by Barry Stevens on Feb 17, 2014 21:50:18 GMT -5

"Huh, that stage hand looked awfully familiar... must be the alcohol getting to my head."

Barry continues forward into the women locker room, where he is met with a flurry of angry girls swatting at him. He is left in a state of unconsciousness in the corner of the locker room until one of the women call him up when his match is next.

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