Post Exodus

[The Golden Prodigy]

A bubbly, petite brunette with turtle shell glasses is standing backstage with a tape recorder in hand, waiting for the emerging, victorious "Sylas Styles" to hit the backstage area. As he does, she starts firing off questions at him.

Sylas.. Sylas.. what are your thoughts on GCW now that you've debuted here.

Thoughts? WOW! I came from Ohio, to Chicago to prove I still got it. Not to me, to the fans, to the world, and to anyone who doubted me. Sure, I got the win over Briggz. A win is a win though, and there is no denying that.

Sylas, you say you came from Ohio. VWE to be exact, do you have any intentions on re-teaming with your former friends from the company?

Likely, the first people I would think of when it came to teaming up with anyone, it would be a friend from my past. Who do we have here? Maniac, Kim Hunter, Crymson, Jon Pryor, Victor Wayne. All big talent stars in their own right. If the time came that I needed a hand to tag, I'm sure they'd be willing to do just that.

Actually, not to let the cat out of the bag, or hype things up only to disappoint, but I have been contacted by few people here, via Mercedes, my manager ofcourse. Let's just say... there are a few people who really want to make a statement and maintain the level they have achieved either here, or elsewhere.

With that he walks off, leaving the girl standing there with more questions, then answers.

[Kim Hunter]

***Kim happened to walk by during that interview and when it had ended she decided to poke her nose into the camera and given the interview gal a piece of her mind.***

You heard the man, there are several of us here, all planning to make some sort of splash........one way, or another........so look for it sweetheart.

***She then walked off in another direction than the one she came from***

["The Hot Stuff" Johnny Phoenix]

Johnny turns off the TV after watching the interview.

Haha, little do the people know what is in store for them.

Johnny cracks that cocky smile as the camera fades to black.

[Kyle Nobbs]

*** Meanwhile, in the Nobbs Cave in New Hampshire... Of which no one knows... SHH!!! ***

A young man turns off his television after watching the interview of a man he once thought of as an idol, as well as a coworker and... maybe even a friend? Well, maybe that was pushing it, but he had spoken to Sylas Styles a few times at least, and it seemed like no matter what side of a conflict Styles was on, this young man respected him.

But damn, how long had it been? How long had it been since it was HIM on the TV screen, since it was HIM giving the interviews after hard fought matches? Too long... A year in fact. He had been out of the spotlight and thrust into obscurity for a year. He had been alone, for the most part, with only his very dearest friends remaining in contact with him.

Not all, however.

There were still the friends he had met in Ohio. After leaving wrestling, the young man hadn't had a conversation with any of his friends from Ohio. The friendships he had forged in Green Springs, the bonds he had created in Columbus... They somehow just ceased to remain. No one had called him, no one sought him out when he seemingly dropped off the face of the earth. What had happened? The young man didn't know. His friends didn't ask. He just hung up the boots and put away the sunglasses. He went home- home to his father and his mother, home to his sister and his brother, home to his small ring in the backyard. There was no drive to be famous for him anymore.

At 22 years of age, he had already accomplished amazing things in his lifetime. He began wrestling training at the age of ten. He met amazing people, traveled the globe, became one of the most widely recognized name in the wrestling world. He became famous for his small shenanigans, his root beer, and his heart and determination.

That's what happened. He lost his heart. It just wasn't fun for him anymore. He was tired, he was sore, he was burnt out. He couldn't continue. But he couldn't stop. He kept training, he kept wrestling at home. He put on small shows at local schools for the Concord kids. He wrestled his best friend John Locke at a playground just for fun. Just for fun... That was the key. Fun.

But how could a man of his youth not have fun doing what he loved? He did have fun of course... Too much. Too much fun, in too short a time. That's what overdid him. But he was growing restless in his Concord home. He was growing restless, and lonely. Sure, he had his friends, and his family, and the children that looked up to him. But he needed more peers, more people that could do what he could do, at the same level or greater, to be a fully functional man.

And for some reason, after turning the TV off, he knew what to do with his life. After a year of obscurity, he knew that he had to return. It seemed like his Ohio friends had flocked to Chicago, and that's where he would go. He would rekindle the relationships that burned out along with his career. Almost as soon as he pressed that button, he began packing for the trip.

After a year... Kyle Nobbs[/color] was refreshed, refurbished, revamped. A new person, one year older, one year wiser, one year tougher. And he was coming back.
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