James Sync

I'm Tired Of Being What You Want Me To Be

The camera, freshly resurrected from the darkness, has appeared in a dark, dank corridor of what appears to be a sewer system. The walls are rounded leading up to the ceiling while the floor is level minus the garbage and rocks that litter it. The walls and ceiling are covered in slime that looks like it has a mind of its own. The walls have holes of various shapes and sizes that could be home to a variety of different animals from rats to snakes. Every step the cameraman takes is the same splashing sound of him stepping in puddles, and those sounds reverberate through the tunnel. In the ceiling there are several manholes which let a little light into the corridor, but they are so rare and spaced out that it is still hard to see. So the cameraman doesn't get hurt, he turns on the light on his camera which lights up the tunnel in an instant. You can hear rats run in terror of the men and their bright light. Lining the walls of this miserable place are gates that could lead to either a ladder to get out or another series of tunnels like the ones up ahead of the camera crew. As the cameraman makes his way through the tunnel he approaches a fork in the trail and he must decide which way to go. He pauses and listens for any sound that may lead him in the right direction. After several moments of nothing but water droplets falling from the ceiling, you hear something like a rock falling and splashing in a rather large puddle. The camera heads in that direction in a rather brisk pace, trying not to lose what it seems they are looking for. As they go further down the path they can hear the sounds of someone or something ahead of them. The camera crew stops and continue slowly so not to alert what ever is ahead of them. They can see shuffling up ahead followed by a pause and then the figure comes towards them. At first you can make out the figure of a man wearing jeans and either a long sleeved shirt or a jacket. The man also has rather long hair. Once the man is within about 20 feet of the crew you can see every feature of the man. He's garbed in a black t-shirt, Zoo York reissue stylus dark blue jeans, Alpinestars S-MX 4 motorcycle boots, and a black yin and yang bandanna. The front of his shirt reads "I am" in big, bold white letters. His bandanna is holding back his long, dirty blond hair. It's rather apparent that he has been down here a little longer then them as his face has droplets of sweat on it and his shirt seems slightly saturated. The bottoms of his jeans are damp and of a darker color then the rest of them. The men breath a sigh of relief that they found their target, FWAs resident rock star, James Sync. Sync approaches the men in a slow, casual walk. Once he is within about five feet of them he starts to speak in his usual calm, cool voice. Once he passes them he motions for them to follow him. The back of his shirt reads "Who I Want To Be" in big, bold white letters.

Another wrong way, it seems no matter what path I take I'm always ending in a dead end. Life is like this tunnel, you can either choose to continue forward, or stray off the regular path and hope it's for the better. But eventually you're going to come to a fork in the road, a fork that will either lead you to a dead end like this one, or put you closer to the end. My career has been littered with wrong turns and I contribute it to something telling me to go one way when I should have gone the other. It's like there's something whispering in my ear that's telling me to go down a certain path, and I'm believing it. February 8, 2008 the voice whispered words of doubt into my ears, telling me that I couldn't win and that I'd be stuck in the low card forever. On that faithful day I took on Stu St. Clair and Ashley O'Ryan for the FWA Tag Team Championships with my partner at the time. We fought hard, we fought bravely to the end, and our hard work paid off. 1, 2, 3 we beat Vodka and Venom. After the match that little voice whispered words of grandeur in my ear, that I could now call myself the best, those words went to my head. I came to a fork in the road, and I took the wrong path. The path took me down a dark road that ended up being a dead end with Tom Princeton and Jack Severnio waiting at the end. They robbed me of the titles like a mugger taking your valuables. I walked my way back to the fork and took the other way which lead me to Nick Arsen standing between another fork. We teamed up and again marked another win for me against Stu and Ashley. April 4, 2008 I heard the same voice whispering words of doubt into my ears, but the voice soon left and I knew what I had to do and that was win. Nick and I moved on through one of the tunnels of the fork, but again I found myself at a dead end, but this time the threat was bigger, much bigger; the threat was Matt Bourdeau and G-Rich. I have never beaten Bourdeau and Arsen has never beaten G-Rich, we stood no chance. Again the tag team titles slipped through my fingers. Then my partner left me, he escaped the tunnels that are the FWA. I made my way back to that fork, but standing in that place was the same man as before, Nick Arsen. Arsen said that I ruined his career, when in all reality I brought him back to the level he was once at, but he let me down and walked out on me, almost ruining my career. Arsen versus Sync it was set and it would happen, it would show the world who was the better between us. That night we walked out to that ring to prove just who ruined whose career. After what seemed like forever I got Nick in the gogoplata and he tapped.

Sync and the cameraman have arrived at the fork from earlier on and start to walk through the other tunnel. Sync takes a deep breath and continues to speak.

I beat Nick, I beat him fair and square, but he can't seem to accept it. He claims that because he was also the former champion he deserves a rematch against the men that took the titles away. What Nick doesn't understand is that he would never have been a five-time champion without me, I'm the one that gave him the chance. I'm not saying that it was all Nicks fault that we lost the titles, but he got the shot handed to him and he thought that everything else would come easy. I also beat Nick, I made him submit, I proved that I deserve the shot over him. But I said before, Nick is a crybaby and doesn't know when to quit. One thing I don't understand is that Nick did get released from his FWA contract and in doing so lost everything he worked for including his rematch clause. In order for him to come back, he would have had to signed a new deal that didn't include the rematch, so technically Nick doesn't even have a shot at the titles anymore. But Nick continues to fight, fight for a rematch and I admire him for it, so I have a proposal for him. At Desert Storm, I am to face G-Rich, a man that Nick has never beaten. Every time they meet in the ring, Nick fights his hardest, but it's never enough. So if I beat G-Rich at the pay-per-view then I think that I would deserve the shot over him, even though I already proved that I do. But, if by divine intervention, that I lose to G-Rich then the Fight Night following Desert Storm it should be Arsen and a partner of his choosing against myself and my partner, winners become the number one contenders. I think that deal sounds fine, I'm putting myself in a hole by doing this, and I hope that Arsen understands that.

Sync is still walking at the same casual pace, but stops abruptly and looks around. It is as though Sync heard something and he's trying to figure out what it is. He shrugs it off thinking that it was just rats scurrying across the ground or in the walls.

Since leaving Nick behind me at the fork, I've been hearing that voice again, the voice of temptation. It tells me to take out everyone in my path, to sever all ties that I have. Normally I would listen to this voice, but every time I do, I end up at a dead end. Another weird thing about this voice is that it's the same voice I heard before every match I have with Stu "The Snake" St. Clair. Hmm... the snake is characterized as a slippery serpent that symbolizes temptation. In the bible, a snake told Adam and Eve that they should take the apples from God's tree, that they were the best. They fell into temptation and were banished from the garden. I think that Stu is the one that is whispering in my ears, he wants to lift me up and then drop me. Since the first time I heard the voice, it is as if it's changing me, trying to make me fit in a mold, like Stu is trying to make me into his apprentice. For the most part up until now, his mind games have been working on me, but no more, I'm breaking out of his mold and being who I want to be.

A voice can be heard echoing through the corridor, but it's so quiet that it is barely audible. Sync stops when he hears it so that he could understand it.

You cannot beat the Snake, the Snake will overcome you. You are in my mold, and that's where you shall stay.

Sync looks slightly paranoid now, but still talks in a calm voice, but it is louder then before. He no longer seems to be talking to the camera, but to the voice that he heard.

Some molds never mature, the contents break out and form its own shape and its own destiny. May the Snake be gone, and may I break free of the mold. No one controls James Sync, he controls himself and what he will become!

Sync calms down and starts to proceed through the tunnel. After awhile he comes to another fork and he stops. He listens for some kind of sign to tell him where to go, or better yet, where not to go. Through one of the tunnels the same voice as before echos through.

The path to your future lies inside, follow the path and there gold will lie.

Sync chuckles and walks through the tunnel the voice didn't resinate from. He talks in the same cool, calm voice as earlier.

If I would have taken that path I would be locked inside, locked in with gold that lies, fools gold. If I were to find the gold inside, it wouldn't be what I search for, it'd be no more then something to take me off my path. These voices, voices of temptation will seise to exist come Fight Night. Stu St. Clair better be watching carefully because not even he, the snake, can trick me into messing up. The man may be the FWA North American Champion, but he has yet to beat me one on one in the FWA and that dream of his isn't about to come true. I've been told that if I win then I'll have earned a North American Championship match, but I'm not interested at the moment. There is only one gold I want right now, and that's the gold that was taken from me nearly a month ago, the gold that said that I know what teamwork is, gold that symbolized I was one of the best. On my way to beat the best, I have to beat his minions.

When in places like these where you have no clue where to go, there's only one person you can trust without a doubt, and that's yourself. When in a dungeon or a sewer or any kind of tunnel, your goal is to find an end and escape. Some people take the easy way out and leave through these ladders, there is no honor in that. When traveling with someone else you always have to watch your back because just when you think you are nearing the end, they blindside you and take you out. I have learned my lesson, I've learned that you should only surround yourself with people you know you can trust like Bullseye Johnson and Tony Juvenille, not people like Nick Arsen and G-Rich. Yet, even when you are alone you always have to be on the look out because there could be something following you. It doesn't matter how big they are, they could still hit you in the right part and you'll fall prey. Snakes seem harmless because of their size and the fact that they have no limbs, but the venom, the venom is what gets you. If they just knick you are poke you it'll do nothing, but if they can get their fangs into, it's over. As humans we love to hear words of encouragement, those words bring us up, but if brought to high up we could drop and become a mess of hopelessness. Yet if we are doubted and that we will never amount to anything then we fight, we fight to prove them wrong. Prove them that you aren't some little reject that will always we a pot smoking outcast whose father died when he was younger!

Sync is now yelling and seems to have worked himself into a fury. He runs over to one of the walls and punches it. His knuckles hit the wall and crack it slightly, but the main problem could be with his hand. His hand is instantly bleeding and may be broken, but Sync doesn't look to worried. He is breathing heavily because of all the adrenaline flowing through his body. He grabs his bandanna with his right hand and removes it. He unties it and wraps it around his bare, bleeding knuckles to stop them from bleeding out. Once wrapped and tied, Sync regains his composure and his breathing rate and walks forward like nothing has happened.

In life there is always people who doubt you and want you to feel low. They want you to feel as though you are the lowest form of scum on this earth. Why though? As I said, life is like these tunnels, like a labyrinth. We all are searching for a way out, a way to escape and be free, so we decide to take it easy and piggyback our way out. We use others to get closer to the end so we have to do less work, it also makes us feel better about ourselves. This is human nature, we are warm blooded, yet we act like we are cold blooded snakes. Can man change? Can we change ourselves and our society? I don't think that's possible, there will always be those people that whisper words of doubt into our ears that raise us up and drop us. But I, I walk this path without the help of a voice, without a snake hissing in my ear dreams of gold. I am James Sync and I am who I want to be.

Sync walks further into the tunnel as the cameraman stops. The song Numb by Linkin Park starts to play in the background. As the song draws to an end Sync is no longer visible, but you can hear his voice echo the chorus as the camera crew turn off their light.

I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Tired of being what you want me to be
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Tired of being what you want me to be