Post by Alexander Lyons on Jan 8, 2023 7:49:18 GMT -5
The pale moonlight and a gaggle of torches illuminate the open field, where the members of ANTITHESIS stand around a scarecrow effigy bearing the visage of Tyson Sykes. Dionysus with a snarl starts a brisk walk toward it, but is stopped by Alex.
“That one’s mine.” he told Dio, before pulling a small handmade doll of Tyson Sykes from the his pocket, and handing it to the much larger man. “My cousin Victoria made this, she claims it to be some sort of voodoo doll. I figured you’d enjoy it.”
Dionysus looks down at the doll in his hand, and in seconds tears it to pieces, tossing the limbs to the floor. Alex looks down at the doll with a laugh.
“Figured as much.” he nodded, “I understand your hatred brother. He forced you into a match that you weren’t prepared for at Demons Run, all due to his own greed in chasing the World Championship, and because of him, we lost the tag titles that night. But understand, that wasn't your fault, it was his. It’s always been his.”
Alex gave Dio a respectful nod, and saunters over to Alexandra, and looks her in the eyes, as their twisted smiles meet one another.
“It really is an honor.” Alex told her, “We needed the touch of a lady in this group. But we needed the right one, we needed someone who truly understands pain. Someone who isn’t afraid of the dark, but rather embraces it. Your presence among us sister, makes us stronger. Now we must purge the weakness that was Tyson Sykes. I know you’re eager to get your own claws into him, but understand I had to carry that deadweight for months, only for him to cost us our tag team championships TWICE. You’ll get a turn sister, I’ll try to save a piece for you. I can’t make any promise it won’t be anything but scraps though. You understand.”
He gives a respectful nod to Alexandra, and makes his way over now to Sanders, meeting him in the eyes as well.
“I can see the hate in your eyes brother.” Alex said, “You are seething. I don’t blame you. But you must not worry. Tyson Sykes will be dealt with. He stood in your way of becoming World Champion at Demons Run, he’s always just wanted the glory for himself. He never cared about our team, he never cared about ANTITHESIS. He only cared about Tyson Sykes. I never disappeared on you, I never went wayward, and I never will. ANTITHESIS is my family, and nothing is going to change that.”
Alex saunters now to the scarecrow and paces around it as the other members look on, he looks up a the picture of Tyson Sykes, which of course has the eyes poked out.”
“You know. I wonder if it’s even your fault.” Alex said, “There was a time Tyson where I was proud to call you my brother, but that time has passed. After your actions at Crusade, it only slightly pains me to say that it’s time to put you down. Your mind has been poisoned for too long and your own suffering must be put to an end, for the greater good.”
There is the slightest hint of sadness as he talks, masked by a sense of disappointment. Somewhere in the cold black heart of Alexander Lyons the betrayal of Tyson Sykes does truly sadden him. But he also knows, and understands it’s too late for Tyson now, and what needs to be done, will be done.
“It’s not just me you screwed over at Crusade, it was Jonathan’s as well.” he said, pointing a finger at Sanders, never taking his eye off scarecrow Sykes. ”That should have been his time to be World Champion, but you just HAD to try and win it for yourself as well, proving you were just consumed by your own greed.”
Any hint of sadness begins to be wiped away, as the anger, rage and frustration of The Feral Prince starts to show.
“You said it yourself. You never wanted the tag team championships.” Alex continued, “So was I not good enough for you? We proved we could dominate this place as a team. When you decided to give a shit, we were unstoppable. We ran The Commonwealth back out of the company. But none of that was good enough for you.”
He glares at the scarecrow, and with the look he gave, it’s a wonder the scarecrow didn’t just burst into flames.
“I don’t understand how I’m the bad guy here.” Alex continued, pacing around the scarecrow like a lion circling it’s prey. “You were the one who said they meant nothing, and you just wanted gold for yourself. Do you know how disrespectful that was to me as your partner? Every negative thing you had to say about the tag team championships, you were also saying about me. You were just to blind to see it. Yet I remained on teaming with you, for the benefit of ANTITHESIS, for ALL OF US. I never chased any singles gold, because I’m a team player, and I look out for the benefit of all of us. The moment you threw your tag title in the trash, you threw me in the trash as well and all I ever did was consider you my brother, so again…how am I the bad guy?”
With anger in his eyes, and a furrowed brow, Alex spits at the scarecrow.
“You make me fucking sick.” Alex said shaking his head, “After everything Sanders did for you, and your failing career, this is how you repay him? You’re pathetic Tyson, and you’re going to be nothing without us. You don’t even realize the mistake you made, just remember, as the old movie quote goes…you drew first blood.”
Alex continues to glare daggers, and pace around the scarecrow, the other three members watching intently.
“You have what you wanted now, your own precious singles career.” Alex continued, twisted smirk rising on his face, “But so do I. This will be the year Alexander Lyons becomes a singles champion, and I’m willing to bet I get to one faster than you do, and unlike you I at least have friends, no I have FAMILY watching my back. By the time 2024 comes around, my name will be the one in lights, and you will be forced to watch as the tag partner you never gave a shit about achieves all of your dreams right in front of you, where you can do nothing about it and will have nobody to blame but yourself.”
He pauses for a moment, just glaring at the scarecrow
“You know who dug that tag championship out of the trash?” Alex hissed, “It was ME. Because I have more honor and respect for being a champion than you do. Nothing is ever good enough for Tyson Sykes is it? You don’t deserve to be a champion of anything, and as long as the four of us are around, you never will. There’s four of us, and four championships. It’s only a matter of time before we each claim one for our own, and nobody, not you, not Star Stormz, not Laura Phoenix, can do anything to stop it. You think it was over at Crusade? No no no, it’s only just begun. ANTITHESIS is forever, you had a chance to be a part of it and you blew it, all due to your own greed. You’re a sinner Tyson, and it’s time we see you burn."
Alex takes one of the nearby torches, and carries it back over to the scarecrow.
“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Tyson Sykes you are dead to us.” Alex says as he kneels and lights the scarecrow aflame. The flames rise up soon engulfing the effigy, as all four members look on the operatic sound of Ave Maria plays, fading the scene to black.
Ave Maria (Maria) Mater Dei Ora pro nobis peccatoribus Ora, ora pro nobis Ora, ora pro nobis peccatoribus Nunc et in hora mortis In hora mortis nostrae In hora mortis nostrae In hora mortis nostrae Ave Maaaaaariiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaaa…..
I've stared into the eyes of death and never blinked.
But I can't stare at the mirror without looking away.
~~~ darkness ~~~
The quiet is deafening.
Loud noises can be shocking. Visceral reactions to predator sounds is something we've become afraid of due to centuries of evolution. And yet... almost nothing is more terrifying than absolute, uninterrupted silence. It isn't that way long, as the quiet scene, while still void of imagery, is broken by the familiar voice of an equally as broken man.
"There's a lot of you that feel like you're owed an explanation of where I've been. There's a lot of you that feel like you're owed an explanation of why I did what I did at the pay per view. There's a lot of you that have been asking for an explanation of why I do the things I do ever since I stepped foot into this God damn toxic hellscape and the answer now is the same it's been since day one.
I don't owe you shit. I don't owe anything to you people at home.
I don't owe anything to anybody in the locker room of the PWS.
I don't owe anything to Alexander Lyons, or Dionysus.
The only person I owe something to... is Jonathan Sanders.
And Jonathan. I promise you. I swear to you. On everything I am... you're going to get that explanation over, and over, and over again... very soon. The pay per view was just the start, and you best believe...
This is far from over."
The silence returns as the voice echos and the scene fades.