Revelations (Invite)

["The R*" Robby Sylk]

The following takes place backstage during XGAMES4.

Robby Sylk had just got done confronting Jeremy Pendelton regarding a recent lack of the communication between the two "allies". Sylk is none to keen of Pendelton's sudden spike in smug-ness, and demands a further explanation.

Hey! I'm talking to you here. Who do you think you are just walking away like that? You must have some huge kind of chip on your shoulder to think you can ignore me like that. Me of all people! You ain't nothing without me, Pendelton. Just another blonde haired, blue-eyed pompous prick who thinks he's god's gift to this business. About the only thing you've done here worthwhile was hook up with me...and you're about to mess that up, bro.

As Sylk continues, Pendelton however just continues to start walking away.

HEY!!! This guy's really beginning to annoy me...

[Jeremy Pendelton III]

He does start walking as, if he's trying to ignore Sylk's anger. But suddenly, Jeremy turns back and answers.

Why do you think I "hooked up" with you, hmm? Because I thought you were going places, Sylk. You aren't going anywhere fast my friend, and neither am I walking with you. There are bigger and better things I can be achieving in this place, and they don't involve you in the slightest.

I'm taking the "fast track" to the top, Robby. You don't understand now, but soon you will.

If you really want to make something of it, then why don't we "step outside" and settle it where the cameras can't see? That way I can be done with you, and you? Well...you'll just be done.

["The R*" Robby Sylk]

Jeremy turns around the corner, heading out to the parking lot and Sylk gives chase.

That's it. I'm gonna beat the living...

His speak is cut short though when he rounds the corner after. Waiting are a group of suited men, like Secret Service or something, but different. Badder. Real bad. They step to the side and let Pendelton pass until he reaches the middle of this grouping, standing side by side with a very familiar yet unexpected face.

You? What the hell is going on here?

Before anyone could try to acknowledge his question, the men just slowly surround him, all with evil grins on their faces. Robby knew what was going to happen next. He had to fight to survive now. No questions asked, he kicks one of them right in the jaw as if it were a match, but that was all he could manage to do. The numbers were too great. He couldn't even catch where the shot that dropped him to the floor came from, he just knew it did. And then...it was like being in the wrong side of a mosh pit.

The bottom side. From there...things...





...suddenly...






...black out.

[Jeremy Pendelton III]

The "dirty work" had been done. Robby Sylk laid on the pavement a battered, bruised & bloodied man, and there were no witnesses. Not even the security cameras caught what just happened. Jeremy stood there satisfied and soon cut through the group of suited soldiers. He kneeled over Robby.

You're wondering why this happened, hmm? Well...with these last fleeting moments of consciousness, let me let you in on something. It was convenient that the Overload roster were suddenly "sold out". That means that all the over-blown, over-rated overachievers are all gone. All...but one.

If this is the beginning of a "new era" in the XWA, then the "old era" has to be...removed. One way or the other. It starts with you, but it doesn't end with you. Not by a longshot.

If you were smart, you'd heed my words and stay out of the game. I already know you won't though. So I'll be waiting for you when you do "recover". We will be waiting. Seeing as you know now what you're going to be up against though, do you really think you'd stand a chance?

You have no friends, Sylk.

You have no allies.

You have nothing.

All the more reason to disappear. If not that if you do come back, what you got here will feel like paradise compared to what you will get.

He smirks as he stands up.

I only wish we'd have gotten the chance to do this to a few others before they ran away. What a shame.

A few men laugh now as the group begin to leave to their black, unmarked vehicles. Jeremy and the mystery person whom startled Sylk are led to a black limo. Before he lowers his head to enter, Jeremy leaves his now former ally with these parting words...

And oh yeah! It seems a little cliche to say, but...don't take this personal, Robert. It's all business!

He laughs now as the door closes after him. The cars speed off into the night, leaving their victim dangling from the cliff of consciousness.

["The R*" Robby Sylk]

...tch...

Robby was in a bad way. His head was busted open, his lip split, his eyes practically welded shut from about a dozen wingtips to the face. His ribs and knees were no better. Something had to be broken, but he was too disoriented to know what was what.

The only of a few coherent thoughts he could come up with at this point was reaching his outstretched hand in the direction of his attackers, in particular this limo. With his consciousness failing, his mental judgment impaired by excruciating pain, it was as if they were toy cars in the distance, that if he reached and grabbed one he could stop them.

Of course that wasn't the case. The sound of engines revving and rubber spinning on pavement were the last sounds he could hear before his hand fell to the floor. His head soon followed.

[Syrus The Entertainer]

Syrus was walking through lot after parking his rental. He might not have been on the card, but his girl was, and on this big night, he was gonna watch as she possibly reached the mountain-top.

Yeah, Sonya? Just got here.

He spoke to Sonya Robbins from his cellphone.

You gettin' ready now? Well, how about I stop into your locker room. You know...to wish you luck? Now, do I really have a one track mind? Don't act like you...

The conversation is cut short as he suddenly sees a body on the ground in the not too far distance.

Aw shit...baby, let me call you back. Someone's hurt. No, don't worry about it, focus on your match with Fury tonight, baby. I got this. I'll be watching though, don't worry.

He slides the phone back into his pocket and heads over. Should he get involved? Should he just call the cops and let them handle it? A whole bunch of thoughts filled his head as he approached the situation. As he stood feet from this victim, he could see that the motion of breathing was at least still intact. Thank God. He moves in for a closer look though, and the face is completely familiar, albeit barely recognizable.

Sylk? Holy mother of Moses...what the hell happened to you?

There was blood trickling from several points of his head. He must've been laid out here for hours now.

Goddamn, we gotta get you up, quick!

It was against better judgment, as well as general first aid procedure, what Syrus did next, lifting Sylk's beatdown carcass from the floor.

C'mon man, my car's not far from here. Ain't no time for a ambulance, we're headed to the ER.

He was talking to Sylk, hoping that he was conscious, but it was clear from the lack of response he wasn't. Syrus managed to get him into the backseat now, and quickly got behind the wheel.

Damn, I'm gonna have to hit the carwash up and get that blood cleaned up, or they're gonna surcharge me up the ass. You costin' me a fortune, Sylky-boy!

That's Syrus. Always trying to find humor in everything. Always in a positive vibe. But this was serious. He looked back and the little smile on his face from the witty quip is erased as he sees the full extent of whatever happened to Sylk.

Shit. Okay, no time for small-talk, let's go!

And Syrus speeds off to the nearest hospital.

END