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In the dimly lit chamber, shadows clung to the edges like malevolent specters, anticipating the impending ritual. A thick air of malevolence hung around as Juniper, bound to a grotesque altar, struggled against the invisible chains that held her. The room seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, and the stench of sulfur permeated the air.

SYNN, the demonic entity that had taken residence within Juniper, emerged with an ethereal grace. Her form, a sinister silhouette with eyes that glowed like embers, moved with a predatory allure. The atmosphere crackled with an eerie tension as she circled the sacrificial altar, her dark laughter echoing through the chamber.

Juniper's eyes, once vibrant with life, now reflected only terror as she gazed upon the entity that had invaded her very soul. Beads of sweat dripped down her forehead, her breaths shallow and desperate. The room seemed to close in on her, suffocating her with a palpable sense of impending doom.

As SYNN approached the altar, a wicked grin stretched across her spectral visage. The demonic entity reveled in the fear emanating from her host, savoring the taste of despair. With a flick of her ethereal fingers, the invisible chains tightened, further ensnaring Juniper in a web of supernatural coercion.

"Your time has come, mortal," SYNN's voice echoed, a sinister melody that sent shivers down Juniper's spine. "Tonight, I shall feast upon your essence and ascend to unparalleled power."

The demonic atmosphere intensified, causing the very air to thicken. The walls seemed to whisper with malevolent intent, bearing witness to the impending sacrifice. Unearthly symbols glowed ominously on the floor, etched in blood and darkness.

SYNN raised her arms in an arcane gesture, summoning eldritch energies that danced around her fingertips. The room quivered with an unholy resonance as the sacrificial dagger materialized in her hands—a blade forged in the fires of damnation.

With deliberate precision, SYNN approached Juniper, whose eyes pleaded for mercy. The sacrificial dagger gleamed in the dim light, its malevolent edge promising an end to Juniper's mortal suffering. The demonic entity reveled in the anticipation, relishing the culmination of her dark desires.

As the blade descended, Juniper's stifled cries echoed through the chamber. The sacrificial dagger pierced her flesh, severing the ethereal connection that bound SYNN to her host. A surge of malevolent energy erupted from Juniper's form, enveloping SYNN in a maelstrom of darkness.

In the aftermath, Juniper's lifeless body lay upon the altar, a vessel emptied of its vitality. SYNN, now free from her host, ascended to a new plane of existence, her demonic laughter resonating through the desolate chamber.

The room, once saturated with the ominous aura of the demonic ritual, returned to an eerie stillness. The sacrifice complete, SYNN reveled in her newfound power, ready to unleash her malevolence upon the world. The shadows lingered, whispering of the unholy pact forged in the name of darkness.

"I said the moment I arrived in OCW that things were about to change. The entire landscape of professional wrestling as a whole was about to change. Everything you thought you knew about professional wrestling was going to be turned upside down, and you would be left questioning not just your eyes but yourself entirely. Every inch of your soul will be put to the ultimate test, and you will leave a completely different person than how you walked in. I think I've done that. I have transcended this industry and kept the spirit of one of the most influential companies alive, and when Strader hit me up to come back home, you just know I had to answer the call.

Things are different now, I'll admit. It doesn't feel the same. The moment I walked in, there was a different aura about it...a different smell....a different......taste. Some may call it an acquired taste. Took a lot of getting used to. I come back home and I lose to Alexandra Calaway on a technicality (come on, we ALL know she didn't beat me), and then a cheap defeat at the hands of that pompous blowhard Matt Knox. Losing is not something I am accustomed to. It is sour, vile, and quite frankly, disgusting. It also messes with you."

In that moment of darkness, Juniper jolted awake, her body covered in a cold sweat. Gasping for breath, she clutched at her chest, realizing the nightmare had been a cruel creation of her subconscious mind. The room around her was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, devoid of the demonic presence that had tormented her in the dream.

A profound sense of relief washed over Juniper as she came to terms with the fact that it was all an illusion. Her heartbeat, once a thunderous drum in the nightmare, gradually returned to a steady rhythm. She glanced around, reassured by the familiar contours of her room.

"I came back home and I felt like I didn't have what it took anymore. I let this sniveling little meat wallet that I inhabit get a little too big for her britches, and her unmitigated failure made ME look back. No wonder it was so easy to take her over, she is nothing but a fear-ridden also-ran. Soft as cottage cheese. Strader knows what I can do, knows what I am capable of. Hell, without me, there wouldn't be a PWA, think about it. Wrap your widdle brains around that. She re-opened this company in the ashes of OCW because she has unfinished business. Not only did she run Will's company into the ground, but she saw me take the reigns of OCW and make it bigger than it ever was. It pained her. It ate her alive like a cancer. She knows she needs me on this roster for it to flourish, and to this point, this little twat has fumbled the bag. No longer will I be embarrassed by her incompetence. No longer will I let the weak hold me down. No longer will people like Tamara Onassis be anything more than a sacrifice...."

As the remnants of the dream faded, Juniper couldn't shake the lingering unease. The vivid imagery of the demonic sacrifice haunted her thoughts, and the echoes of SYNN's haunting laughter lingered in her mind. She took a moment to ground herself, reminding herself that it was just a figment of her imagination—a ghastly dream conjured by the depths of her subconscious.

Gulping down the remnants of fear, Juniper swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. The cool touch of the floor beneath her feet served as a stark contrast to the nightmarish warmth of the sacrificial altar. Taking a deep breath, she shook off the lingering unease and prepared to face the challenges of the waking world.

"PWA, nor its roster of mis enlightened half-wits, has ever experienced true fear before. True fear died at Access Denied. It died with OCW. It died with Easton Alexander. I saw the fear in his eyes, smelled it on his beath, felt it in his touch. He knew he was in over his head. He knew he was dead before the trigger was pulled. I agreed to partake in this vanity project to come here and win. To dominate. To be the best. When people remember OCW after PWA inevitably dies, they are going to remember SYNN. Matt Knox comes and goes. Callaway has been coming and going for years (mostly going). Jack Sullivan is a travelling act, Khloe Cox can't get out of her own way. The cycle continues. This place needs an anchor. It needs a voice. It needs stability. I am here to represent OCW as their World Champion, their true world champion, and their much needed shot in the arm. Tamara Onassis is disposable, a warm body thrown to the buzz saw, a sacrifice. It's a new year, but the same SYNN. The same standard of unparalleled excellence that my name is adhered to. The Triad wants me, Thunder Pro is begging me to be more involved, WGWF has a Smash brand contract ready for me, PWA/OCW is calling me to come home..........

...........they say be careful what you wish for.

I've packed the gas cans and blowtorches.

The hottest free agent in the came is coming home to open arms and warm smiles, and leaving smoldering ashes behind."

Beads of sweat clung to her forehead as she stumbled towards the mirror. Eyes widened with dread, she noticed an otherworldly glint in her reflection. The nightmare's echoes lingered as she faced the chilling realization—maybe it wasn't just a dream. A shadow seemed to dance within her eyes, an ominous presence that hinted the demon from her nightmare might have left its mark on her waking reality. Fear no longer etched across her face, she no longer grappled with the haunting prospect that the demonic entity might truly reside within her.

It's immortal.