It's a science (Styles)

[pollox]

The entrance theme of POllox Troy plays in the Greensboro Coliseum, and the crowd hisses as the man steps into the arena. With a smile on his face, he slowly walks down to the ring sucking up every bit of the hatred being shown from the fans. Even he couldn't believe how passionately these fans now loathed him. He enters the ring, and beckons for a mic to address the world on his recent actions.

As many of you may have seen on the website, I made an appearance at Glitter this past week. And I went there to give my "regards" to one person in particular. That person was Ms. Kim Hunter.

The fans shout and boo even more.

Now, many of you know that off camera, Kim was attacked in the locker room. An unfortunate event. Granted, this business IS a dangerous one, and it's really easy to make enemies. But who would stoop so low as to attack Kim backstage when no one was looking? In a word...


ME.

Complete and total outrage befalls the fans.

Tony: Ok, I knew he was low. I heard he was pretty despicable. But to attack a WOMAN backstage? That's WAY beyond disgusting.

So now comes the question of "Why?" *Hmmmph* Why you ask? To send a message to a man who I've got a special interest in. A man who we all know has a "History" with Ms. Hunter. The man who used his 4 leaf clover to overcoming the ass kicking I gave him last week, Sylas Styles. You see Sylas, there's no low I won't go to. No disgusting act against you, or anyone you hold dear to your heart that I won't take to send the message. And the message is simple. I'm going to DESTROY you. I'm going to dispel the myth of "The Golden Prodigy". I'm going to show the world what you and I already know. That in the end...deep beneath the rough and aloof exterior. You're a fallible, flawed, mortal man. A man who can be broken. A man who in the end WILL be reduced to...dust...in the middle of this ring. Nothing you hold sacred is safe. Not Kim. Not your friend Mr. Xavier. I might even stoop to looking for this..."brother" of yours I've heard a few things about. You made a fatal mistake, Sylas. You got in Troy business. And you'll be made to pay for that mistake, in blood. Which is why tonight, we're going to raise the stakes just a bit. Because I didn't get the pleasure of seeing your little lady bleed, I think you'll do nicely in her place. You and me, in this ring...First Blood.


Let's see if you bleed red like the rest of us, eh Sylas?

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[n00b]

Security guards and backstage officials spill through the entrance way as Sylas follows soon after, fuming with pure anger. The men trying to hold him back as he tries to fight his way through them to the ring.

Finally a break through as 2 men fall to the side and Sylas bolts for the ring, sliding beneath the bottom rope and taking a split second to stare at the man who attacked Kim. A second later he's nose to nose with him as the security spill into the ring and get between the men, prying them apart before they come to blows.

Giving him a fair chance to speak, one official hands Sylas a mic on the condition that he doesn't try to attack Pollox.

You rotten bastard...you dirty heartless god damned bastard. Kim has NOTHING to do with this and you had no right dragging her into it. Your lucky you made out here in the state you are, because if I'd have seen you prior to now, I would have clean took your head off your shoulders.

Cheers from the crowd

I swear to god I'll bleed you dry you piece of shit. And you can smile the smile all you want, but by the time I'm done with you, no teeth will ever catch the light of day in your mouth and I'll make sure your ashes are flushed down a toilet like your career will be.

And you think this accomplishes anything good for you? No, I'm not some green rookie who loses his temper and makes mistakes. I'm a god damn veteran of war in this ring. I've fought within hours of losing a loved one. I've defended a belt against the toughest of opponents moments after being told my mother and father were dead. So if you think getting into my head like this is going to hinder me, your wrong. All it's going to do is make damn sure that the beating you take will be thorough and vicious. I'll do more damage this time, then I did the last when I roped you, ya dope and flipped across the ring higher then anyone else has, to come crashing down on your ribcage with enough force you laid there like your sister on her back, praying for everything to be over and done with.

Sylas pushes his way forward, closer to Pollox as he continues

And so help me god if I get the chance, I'll drop you on your head and paralyze you, leaving you defenseless as lefts and rights rain upon your face harder then anyone has ever pounder on anyone, until your blood flows and covers my fists. Then while you lay there, bleeding like a little bitch, I hope Kim is right there to stand above you, spit on you and plant a high heel in your god damn groin.

By this time Sylas is trying to get close enough to get at him, but the officials push him back, causing him to lose his mic in the scuffle.

[pollox]

Pollox laughs his evil snicker before he speaks a response.

C'mon now, Styles? How freakin' naive are you? You've been around the bush. You know the rules of this. NOTHING is sacred. NOTHING is off limits. In my career, one that's spanned 12 years, I've learned that having enemies is a blessing. It's what drives you to be better. Because to be better then them, is to be better then EVERYONE. And I commend you for your ability to triumph over adversity. It's wonderful. A man with such conviction that even when life crushes the will of most, he's able to keep on fighting. And fight you will. As if your wrestling life depends on it. Because it does. I told you from the start that I would break your will, and the cracks are already forming. Look at you. Ready to jump over all these officials to get at me. And why? Because I laid out some broad that from what I hear YOU kicked to the curb? Come now Styles. I took you to be a smarter man then that.

Your pride makes you refuse to admit it, but you're rattled. I can see it in your face. In those eyes. At this very moment, you HATE me. And that's just how I want it. Because that hate is going to be what use to gut you from the inside out. Every fight you've had in your career? It's all been a preparation. A preparation for they day you crossed paths with a man the caliber of me. You may have been able to beat me physically last week. But the mental game? I'me the MASTER of it. And I'll be the master of the ultimate fate of Sylas Styles as well. So save all that beautiful anger Sylas. You're going to need it.

[n00b]

He looks his foe in the eye, the anger, the hatred, it was there. He was right. Sylas had let him inside of his head. For what? For attacking Kim, who as Pollox had said, he had broken up with months ago. Troy had him right where he wanted him, and Sylas knew it. There was nothing he could do but turn around, walk away, go back to his locker room and calm himself down before the match.

The last thing he wanted to do, was let his anger control his match. That would lead to mistakes. Mistakes that could cost him his career, or his opponent, his life. All it would take is a suplex landing Pollox too hight on his neck, and he could be paralyzed from the waist down. Could Sylas live with that? No. He knows the feeling all too well.

Admitting this minor defeat, Sylas did what he could. Relented on his pushing forward, turning his back to his opponent and speaking a few final words.

For your sake Pollox, you had better hope I come out here a calm and rational man with the intent to win, not kill. I will see you in this ring later, a thoroughly relaxed man, to deal a thoroughly planned beating.

And then he walked away, through the ropes, up the ramp, through the curtain and into the back. Proceeding to his locker room, to be secluded from any outside distractions and to do the one thing he had always done before a big match.

He meditated and pictured move for move, the entire match. Every reversal, every punch, every slam. He was going to be prepared in every sense possible.