I Think You...Have Something Of Mine.. {Mr. Cross}

[King Vegas]

Following a commercial break during the coming Full Throttle showcase of APW athletes...The unmistakable sounds of the opening notes of Chamillionaire & Paul Wall's "In Love With My Money" blasts from the PA system in the arena...Instantly the crowd's mixed reactions erupt throughout the structure...The cheers...The boos...The atmosphere as well as the thousands in attendance standing to their feet in an instant were all expected by His Majesty as he slowly made his way through the entrance curtain atop of the stage...

Luthor: Oh My God. Oh My God I thought...I thought King Vegas was still on the injured list Lana?!!? What the hell?

Lana: Well Duh Einstein I guess he isn't anymore. Looks like the King is in good health to me. And from the fans reactions, they've actually missed him too. No accounting for intelligence on their part I guess.

Luthor: Of course they did, their smart just like I am. They know true talent when they see it.

Lana: Whatever. They just jumped on the Familia bandwagon just like you Luthor. This asshole could care less about you, me OR these fans who scream for him out here tonight. Guess they'll never learn. But at least let's see what bull he has to spew from his mouth tonight before judging so prematurely I guess...Ugh.

As always his long time friend and associate, as well as enforcer, Kasino was in tow, flanked by the man who His Majesty would consider the heart of the Familia itself...Tha Infamous 187...Seemingly perfectly in sync with his usual persona and appearance, his person draped in only the finest of attires, as his eyes glare endlessly out over the sea of people clearly in shock over the young superstar making an appearance on this night...His steps slowly begin a moderate speed down the ramp way, still taking in all of the reactions of the APW faithful in attendance here tonight...The entire scene was electric...The atmosphere one of unforgettable proportions and aura as within moments His Majesty had successfully arrived at ring side, pausing his advancements towards his destination momentarily to retrieve a microphone from one of the many nearby stage hands, actually delivering a smile to the young man before slowly turning, making his way towards the ring steps to join his Familia brethren inside of the squared circle. His descent was slow and pronounced...Each step seemingly a showing of him soaking in each and every reaction the APW faithful was giving off here tonight...

Once inside, his arm was raised towards the rafters, clutching the microphone in his opposite hand as he slowly made his way towards center ring. The crowds' reaction instantly erupting even more so at this point, seeing that indeed the King had returned to reclaim HIS throne...A few moment's pass, finally arriving at his chosen destination dead center ring, turning and making eye contact with both of his brethren present with him tonight. The smirk's on their faces were of course as always...Priceless...As well as very telling. They all had plans of completing this season with a "bang" so to speak, and phase one of that mission was only moments away from being confirmed...Slowly turning his person, facing each side of the audience for a few brief moments each, the microphone was raised to his mouth, just as the entrance music had begun to subside into silence, and His Majesty began to speak...

Ladies and gentlemen...

Before another word could be spoken, more adulation and mixed reactions from the APW faithful here tonight...The look of surprise on the face of the man who would be King as once again, his head seemingly on a swivel he surveyed the masses before continuing on with his dialog...

...Ladies and gentlemen...Once again...Once again in my absence...The upper tier as well as the entire atmosphere surrounding THE top prize in this very industry...Has suffered...Greatly...

Lana: How did I know this was gonna be about him praising himself in front of thousands of people Luthor? How did I know?

Luthor: Because you secretly "praise" him too probably girl. Now hush and listen to what the King has to say woman. Sheeshh. Show some damn respect.

The atrocities I have witnessed while watching from afar during my minor rehabilitation period was nothing short of pitiful...Pathetic...And damaging...To the very fabric of this sport...As well as this promotion called, Action...Packed Wrestling. Yes...I will admit I kept a watchful eye over APW during my absence. I truly and faithfully did. And what I witnessed was by far...The most disgusting period of competition APW has seen...Since it's inception some 8 months ago. Time after time...Match after match...I witnessed insecure, over rated individuals such as Cabal Xavier...Gentlemen the likes of "athletes" such as...Joe...Bruiser...James...Diamond?...Ugh...Who?...And countless, countless others step into this ring...Step in front of those APW cameras, as well as having the audacity to step foot in front of these APW fans, PROCLAIMING to be...What only ONE...Man truly has ever...Ever...Shown he truly is...

Lana: Told you.

Luthor: Will you shut up already and LISTEN? God! Damn haters is everywhere these days.

You see they each set out...To obtain something they coveted, something they...Desired so very deeply and strongly that they were blinded by their OWN passion and ambitions of becoming what YOU all refer to as...A champion. And one by one...They failed to do so. So once again...I am forced...Yes I said "forced"...To once more step forward with all of my infinite intelligence and in ring prowess...To show the amateurs how it is done correctly. Rightfully so, RE-claiming my number one contender ship status...That was taken away from me, mere weeks ago. Because from my personal standpoint, if the Angel sisters do not wish for their top prize to be further desecrated ultimately turning it into an even bigger JOKE than Mr. Xavier, Bruiser and Mr. Cross have done thus far, they surely...Are in need of crowning a new...More appropriate...And actually intelligent...Champion...That being said...

He pauses, his arm raising slowly towards his brow as he nonchalantly removes the dark tinted shades from his face...His arm once again slowly lowering to his side, as his gaze meets the top of the entrance stage...

There is only one...One man currently in that backstage area...Who should be stepping through that very curtain...Seconds...From now...

Luthor: Ohhhh SNAP! I knew it, I knew it! Ha Ha! King Vegas is comin' for what's rightfully his Lana!!! There IS a God!!

Lana: Well if there is, he needs to hurry the hell up and take this asshole off of our planet already.

Instant eruption from the masses was clearly apparent, as His Majesty stands motionless, his gaze wavering not in the least as the frown had already begun to form upon his brow as he awaited the arrival of his greatest rival to date...Once again wishing to wage war against one another again...For the richest prize in the business, on the grandest stage of the very sport...The very company they took part in...A few moments of silence pass, all eyes intently fixated on the very spot in which King Vegas' was...Then...

[Jason Cross]

The music plays and the roar of the crowd becomes deafening as they see none other than APW world champ Jason Cross appear on stage the title draped over one of his massive shoulders. Jason makes his way down to the ring never taking his eyes off the man who had just made his intentions known about coming to try and reclaim what he believed was his. Retrieveing a mic from nearby Jason looks each of the men in the ring over before beginning to speak.

Well I suppose I should have known you'd be coming for this belt just as soon as you got off the injured list Vegas, and I'm guessing the time is right for that seeing as how your standing here now, and in this case I have to say, you want a shot then bring it and once again I lleve you with a few bumps and bruises to worry about as I close at yet another season by leaving you laying flat on your back. Of course there are a few details that need to be worked out yet like when and where, but knowing you like I do vegas I'm guessing you already have something in mind.

Jason stand in the ring staring eye to eye with Vegas waiting to here his reply.

[King Vegas]

An eyebrow raises hearing the dimwitted response from the current APW World Champion. It seems not much has changed over the months of His Majesty allowing for the lower tier of talent to run rampid with the title in question. He clears his throat, adjusting his attire briefly before raising the microphone once more...

Isn't that the significant difference between you and I Mr. Cross?...Hm?...I always...Have something "in mind" while you continuously struggle to portray you have a functioning one?...And of course, why WOULDN'T I come for what is rightfully mine as well? Seeing as how the opportunity to re-capture what was stolen from me months ago, was taken away from some green rookie in this ring some weeks ago, by my most unfortunate time of injury. Which brings us to this very moment Mr. Cross. That...

His hand raises slightly, slowly descending towards the said title in question before continuing...

...Piece of hardware requires a more suitable holder I do believe. You've successfully defended that title since my abrupt departure from the title scene itself yet...We both know that those other gentlemen?...Have absolutely no cause for even being in the presence of true...Elite athletes such as myself. We both know that the truth of the matter is that there is only one and always will be...Only one individual who can do for that title what SHOULD be done. You see Mr. Cross...

His Majesty slowly steps forward, shifting the microphone in his hand to the other before continuing, finding himself mere inches from the man who was merely a expendable obstacle in his quest to retain what is truly and rightfully his...

...I haven't come to this ring to proclaim that I desire to hold that title again. Nor have I blessed these unworthy fans with my presence to proclaim that I DESERVE to hold that piece of hardware once more. I neither require nor NEED for any title...In ANY promotion I choose to compete for. Because...The fact of the matter is...The business we call our livelihood? In it's current state is weak...It's grown decadent with the inclusion of false prophets and individuals who proclaim to be the "savior" of the sport as well as those who choose to denounce the very ideals which culminated in the sport...Evolving into the entertainment juggernaut it has today. No. I don't NEED that title Mr. Cross. The way I see things at the current moment in time?...That very title you hold so dear to your heart...Needs...Me...


Once again the microphone is lowered, as the audience surprisingly breaks into a small flow of applause. Could the APW faithful have honestly missed the brash comments and tactics of His Majesty?

[Jason Cross]

Jason stood for a moment shaking his head as he listened to Vegas talk. Still the same man he always was that same arrogant confidence as the last time they met.

This title needs you. Well I see you haven't changed in the least since last we met still just as arrogant as ever. Well like I said you want a shot I got no problem with that hell I'll enjoy it now more than ever because beating you will leave no doubt to anyone that this belt is mine, that this is my time, and there is nothing that anyone can do to change that. You have been the only person here who can truly say that they have been able to give as good as they get when in this ring with me and i would like nothing more than to show everyone that not even you will be able to take this belt from me.

This time their meeting in the ring would be much different then their last frightening encounter. None of the personal issues would cloud things this time, no this fight would be about just who really would end this year as the true APW heavyweight champion.

[King Vegas]

That title is...His?...How sadly mistaken the young man seemed to be. So sad.

Yes. Yours. I'm sure...Ha Ha...You've proven nothing during your tenure as the "top draw" here in APW Mr. Cross. Defeating the likes of...Who exactly? The names escape me. Mr. Bruiser and Mr. Xavier? With the exception of my Familia brother Mr. Taylor, you virtually been given a free ticket week in and week out. Leisure time is over old "friend"...And I do believe it is past due for the devil to get his due. Yet...Let's not get too far off track here shall we?...You've agreed to the proposed bout. Now only matter to be decided is when and how. Of course the "champion" is left to that decision for the most part. I'm sure you have something in mind already as do I, but I'm more interested in hearing your take on the situation. Always nice to hear the foolish express their warped thoughts and ambitions. Please...Continue...

[Jason Cross]

Just a moment's thought and then Jason speaks up again.

For something like this it would of course have to be big. Hell in a cell, steel cage, lastman standing. All those are huge ways to have this happen but lets face it over the course of the year here they have been done to death. No for this to be a title match that will be remembered for the duration of APW's history I was thinking for this match what we really need is three stages of hell!

Hearing this the fans of course go wild and Jason waits for the noise in the arena to die down before continuing.

So what do you think brother-in-law, big enough for you. I'm sure from their response the fans love the idea. There is of course just one thing how to determine the match types for this. Now being the champ i could just go ahead and pick them all giving you an uphill fight the whole way or I could give you a chance to pick as well. The option I like the most though is this we have a regular singles match you and I and the winner picks the matches for the title fight, so what do you think hmm?

Jason waits now on the reply from vegas that he knows has to be coming.

[King Vegas]

How funny. As if His Majesty even needed to have the privilege of choosing the match types? No...Not necessary in the least. That trademark smirk of his emerged in his facial expression as his backpedaling motion began, his Familia brethren already having made their exit moments ago. Within a few feet of the ring rope, the microphone is once again raised to his lips just as his music could be heard blaring from the PA system once more...

Whatever you wish Mr. Cross, whatever you wish...Say...Next Full Throttle then?...Ha Ha...

Without even waiting for a response, the microphone was nonchalantly tossed aside, His Majesty making his exit as the fans reactions radiated through the arena. Within seconds his feet once more came in contact with the arena floor, placing the dark tinted glasses back upon his brow before giving one more lingering glare back towards the current "Champion", before continuing his departure from the arena, back up the ramp. Phase One completed.