The Syndicate Emerges From The Shadows (Lei Cheng vs Draven)

LEI CHENG:

VS!

DRAVEN:

Accompanied By!

REQUIEM:

And!

RAHZIEN:

Match Type: Standard. Victory by Pinfall, Submission or Knockout!
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The entrance music for the first wrestler in the upcoming match began to sound out across the arena, the pumped up audience roaring and cheering in eager anticipation. The lights fell completely dark, before a sole spotlight shone down on the ramp. It illuminated a caped figure in red, wearing a crown on his dark hair with a hand on his hip. He held his other hand out and swung it down, unveiling a feminine pink fan before twisting on the spot and swinging his cape around in a flashy movement.

The arena was flooded with light again, the man strutting down the ramp as if he owned the place. He'd ideally have liked fireworks to accompany him, but the federation told him that would have to come out of his own wallet...and his back account was practically nil. Well, after tonight that'd be a different story! Put on a good show, trounce some loser and he'd treat himself to some celebratory champange! Heck, maybe he could even fill it with his opponent's tears?

The chinese ascended the steps with a smug look, lazily fanning himself. Entering between the middle and bottom ropes to many cheers, he strode to the centre of the ring and stood proud. "Behold, your winner for tonight! Oh, is that a spoiler alert?" The man boomed as he beamed ear to ear. "Please, just look at me. Lei Cheng, I'm the very definition of victory!" He held out his cape once more, before placing a hand to his ear. "Maybe if my foe has some sense in them, they'll realise the best thing to do is not to show up!" He walked to a corner and lounged against it, all with the attitude of someone who felt they had this in the bag.

It wasn't finally time. The Syndicate had been demanding a match for a while now and has finally gotten their wish. The rookie powerhouse, Draven, had been selected to compete in their first match, and he watched with glee as the cocky Lei made his way to the ring and declared his victory. Did this guy know what he was getting himself involved in?! Nonetheless, a confident Draven stood behind the entrance curtain as two cloaked figures stood behind him. One of them quietly said "Remember, destroy him." in a serious tone to which Draven replied "Yeah yeah I got it! Jeez" as the music began to play, signalling their arrival.

The entire arena going dark apart from the ring and entranceway, a confident Draven marched directly to the ring as the two hooded figures slowly followed. Draven wasn't interested in looking flashy, he just really wanted to hurt this guy. Entering the ring as the two hooded figures stood either side of the outside of the ring, they both unveiled their hoods to reveal themselves as Second-In-Command Requiem, and Syndicate Leader himself Rhazien, who stared at Lei with evil intent.

Driven walked straight up to Lei and stood nose to nose, staring into his eyes with a wicked, evil grin. "Heh, you're going to regret this, kid." as he awaited the man's response.

Lei cocked an eyebrow at the arrival of his opponent, who was flanked by two guys in...cloaks and hoods? Who do they think they were, the Illuminati? For a brief moment and one that made fear flicker onto his face, Lei wondered if this was going to be a 3 on 1 match. The death glare from their supposed leader didn't help that feeling. However, only the youngest member of the trio stepped into the ring, bringing Lei back into his relaxed trance.

Draven got right up into Lei's face. The look on the kid's face was...unsettling to say the least. It was the sort he'd expect on a child who decided to pluck the legs off a spider just for the fun of it. Still, he didn't let it knock his confidence. On the contrary, Lei gave a stiff yawn and stretched himself, giving a smirk at the red and black clad youth. "That's a pretty bold claim, considering you had to be escorted out here by your bodyguards."

Lei unclasped his cape and threw it off him, which fell slowly through the air to the outside. He gently tossed his fan onto it - he only had the one, and he'd paid decent money on the gear! "You don't realise how lucky you are to be in the same ring as me, a legend in the making!" Lei grinned as he unzipped the jacket of his tracksuit, throwing it onto his pile of gear to leave himself shirtless. He didn't look quite as muscular compared to his opponent, but maybe the body suit was just for show.

"You should feel honoured you get to be a stepping stone on my path to glory. Maybe if you beg hard enough, you can become my errand boy to save some face, hehehe." Lei snickered as he cracked his knuckles...a little sharper than he meant to, but he didn't let that on to his opponent. Instead, he brought up his arms as the referee rang the bell. It was a challenge issued to his opponent - a lock-up to be precise, to see who could out grapple the other.

Watching Lei's slightly nervous face had sent dark chills of excitement down Draven's spine, however to his dismay it seems that the nervousness was only temporary as his opponent suddenly yawned and stretched as he took a verbal shot at him, claiming he needed bodyguards. The black and red clad Syndicate member didn't let his face show the disappointment he had, making sure his manic face stayed unmoving.

Lei began removing his entrance attire and threw it to the outside, where Rhazien & Requiem watched unamused. Deep down Draven was trying to stay focused on the plan, he had to make sure he left a good impression on the crowd, and especially to the other
members, but then Lei mocked the idea of Draven being a personal errand boy, causing a raised eyebrow from the man.

"Maybe it is you who will be the errand boy, I'm sure you'd be fun to boss around..." Draven would threaten as Lei offered a lockup in the centre of the ring. He would initially accept the offer, locking arms with his opponent before suddenly shifting himself to be behind him and would attempt to start the match off with a bang, hoping to launch directly onto his head with a German Suplex!

Lei scoffed at Draven turning the threat around onto him. "In your wildest fantasies, pal!" His opponent engaged in the grapple lock-up and for a moment things seemed rather equal between them. The chinese male even cocked a smirk at Draven. "What's wrong? You aren't struggling, are you-"

His opponent swiftly shifted around him, Lei's confidence quickly sliding away as he felt arms wrap around his waist securely. "Oh shit!" He didn't even get a chance to try and reverse the move, as Draven hoisted him through the air. Lei's arms and legs flailed as he saw the ring lights above, and then felt the harsh impact of his hand on the ring canvas, bringing stars into his inverted vision.

"Unf!!" His grunt of pain from the move is a sharp one as he lays, still trapped in Draven's lock, and therefore still at his mercy.

Getting behind the arrogant boy, Draven wasted no time in dishing out damage as he successfully launched him over his head and down to the mat for a painful German Suplex. Still held on to Lei, Draven would adjust himself and get behind him once more, dragging him up and looking to hit a second one in quick succession, except releasing him at the last moment to fling the Chinese man across the ring! Draven relished in the idea of beating this boy to a pulp. He briefly considered the idea of going for an early pin, but no, he wanted to punish the confident upstart until he was begging, pleading for mercy.

If his move worked, Draven would bend down next to Lei's head and mockingly say "Awwww, someone feeling hurt?" before dragging him up to his feet once more. Draven's next plan of attack would be to throw his opponent outside of the ring near Requiem before following him out and irish whipping him directly into the ring steps!

The suplex train didn't stop there - Draven roughly hoisted Lei up and sent him through the air once more. Only, this time he literally went flying. "Aaagh!" He cried out in despair, hitting the canvas with enough momentum that he rolled backwards once his shoulders and head struck the floor. He bounced onto his knees, giving Draven a glassy eyed look before collapsing on his front, twitching from pain.

He could hear his opponent sneering into his ear, causing him to curl his fists in agitation. "Ggh...you bastard..." Lei hissed. Draven brought him back to his feet and tossed him carelessy outside, the chinese man stumbling through the ropes. It was only by miracle that he managed to remain on his feet, although he stumbled. He was still feeling the impact of that second suplex.

When he turned around, Draven was there with that mad look of his. Lei's eyes grew wide as he seized his wrist and whipped him towards the metal steps. Unable to stop his run, Lei collided with the steps and knocked them out of place, tumbling over them and landing on his back. "Hrk!!" He winced, clutching his stomach and rolling on the ground in pain. His gut had taken the brunt of the impact against the steps, leaving him breathless and winded. "I...I'm elite, d-dammit..."

Tossing Lei to the outside, Draven couldn't help but smirk at the man's retort. Following him outside of the ring and dragging him up by his hair slowly, Draven would say "Y'know, you should be really careful about what you say to me. If you beg I'll go easy on you...possibly..." with a smirk before tossing Lei relentlessly into the steps, watching his body collide directly into them and send them onto his back. Draven would turn around and jokingly bow to Requiem for his act before turning back to his foe, who lay aching on the ground.

"Elite? Pfft, the only thing you're elite at is getting your ass handed to you." Draven would laugh before dragging Lei up and into the ring. Once he made his way in he would drag the seemingly lifeless body of the Chinese boy into the centre of the mat before posing to the crowd, mockingly raising his hands amongst a chorus of boos.

"I hope you're ready, I'm about to show you just what I'm made of.." the Syndicate member threatened as he grabbed Lei's legs, and would attempt to twist his hips and spin....making Lei go along with him! If successful he would spin the man for about a minute around the ring for a Giant Swing before yelling and letting go, not giving a care in the world for where he landed.

The ridiculing laugh of his opponent rang deep into Lei's ears, even rising above the agony from colliding with the steps. Draven didn't seem to be taking him seriously at all! How could he?! Lei was the best thing to ever grace this league! The situation should be reversed, dammit!

The Syndicate member tossed him back into the ring, which he didn't resist. Draven then followed him back in and dragged him to the ring's centre in an apathetic manner, as if he were a sack of potatoes rather than a human being. The audience shared the same contempt Lei had for his opponent, making their jeers and boos well known as Draven taunted the Chinese man he currently stood over.

"What you're made of...? You're full of crap!" Lei spat in defiance. He wasn't in a favourable position, but he wasn't going to give Draven the satisfaction of treating him like a doll. At first he was confused when the red and black garbed man seized his legs - was he planning to apply a submission? When Lei realised what he had in mind, he began to panic. "N-No. Nonononono!" His protest however, fell on deaf ears, and he instead began to cry out as Draven swung him round and round in a Giant Swing.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooa!!" His surroundings began to blur as Draven picked up momentum, his head beginning to hurt from the mental strain. It was like being on a wild theme park ride with barely anything holding you in safely...and Lei wanted off! And Draven finally released him...but only in mid-swing! Lei was sent hurtling across the ring, tumbling straight into one of the turnbuckles as his back struck the metal hard! He crumbled to the ground, his head spinning and his back in sheer pain from the impact. His arms twitched as he tried to regain his senses and will his limbs back to life, but it was like watching a wounded lion trying, and failing to stand.

Listening to his opponent's squeals of terror as Draven span faster and faster, the Syndicate member released Lei mid swing and said man flew across the ring, where he painfully collided with the steel post and lay still in a seemingly broken mess, his limbs occasionally twitching in an attempt to fight on.

Raising his arm slowly as the crowd booed in response, Draven said "Heh, you've seen better days.....get up!" with a smirk as he picked the lifeless Chinese boy up. Placing Lei's head between his thighs, Draven hooked his arms and was about to go for his finisher when he suddenly thought for a moment, and released his arms.

"No....not yet, I want to have some more fun with you...." Draven laughed as he released Lei's head from his legs. "You know what? Take a seat....you've earned it!" Draven continued as he forcefully pushed Lei back into a seated position in the corner.

Smiling at the emotionless Rizhen, Draven would attempt to begin stomping directly into Lei's ribs forcefully, and if successful would continue to stomp some horrible stomps before placing the base of his foot on Lei's throat, and would push down in an attempt to choke the man!

If all worked out, Draven would maniacally smile down at Lei as he continued the choke and would say "You could easily tap out and end the match y'know, but I REALLY hope you don't...."