You Didn't Think It Was...Over...Did You?{Shaddix}

[King Vegas]

A few days had passed since the surprise loss to the heathen of a champion in Gregory Shaddix for HIS APW World Title...But all was not lost of course as King Vegas knew the rules of the game quite well when it came to such matters...

He could be seen making his way through the corridors of the Angel Towers, smirk ever apparent on his face as he does so. He had one mission to accomplish on this evening...Deliver the message...Deliver the message that if Mr. Shaddix thought that this seemingly never ending war was on the verge of concluding?...He was sadly mistaken as well as equally idiotic as his appearance suggested...

Within moments, he had arrived at the suite that he knew to be the quarters of the now paper champion Gregory Shaddix. He stands motionless for a few moments as he reaches into the front pocket of his breast coat and a few seconds later reveals an envelope from it. He holds it up for a second gazing at it in all of it's glory...A smile grows on his face as he leans forward, bending down towards the bottom of the door, and partly jams the envelope into the side of the door. As he slowly rises his smile grows even more as he places a firm knock on the door before turning and beginning his departure. He walks at a moderate pace as he heads back towards the elevator that had brought him to his destination, hands in his pockets as he does so, thinking of the approaching SECOND reign of King Vegas soon to come...Once again...They fell for it. It was becoming quite tiring not having any mental challenges for a man such as King Vegas. And this most recent event was proof positive of just how far he actually had to go to challenge himself with the lackluster talent residing on the APW Roster.

Within moments, he arrives at the elevator, pressing the button needed to call forth the vessel. The door opens and His Majesty steps aboard slowly, his person turning just enough to press the button that would carry him to the first floor of the structure. After wards he redirects his vision back outside of the elevator as he catches sight of Shaddix stepping out side of his door, finding the envelope left behind...Mission accomplished and message delivered...Let's play Shaddix...Let's play...

[blaze]

Shaddix is seen resting, his head laid back, on the leather couch he had just recently purchased for his suite. His radio blares the song 'Forever' by Papa Roach as he has the Cd set to repeat. His eyes closed, he sings along with the song....Its somewhat ironic what part of the song hes on at the moment....

[glow=blue,2,300]"You're my heroine-in this moment I'm lonely fulfilling my darkest dreams. All these drugs all these women. I'm never forgiven... this broken heart of mine
Because days come and go but my feelings for you are forever..."[/glow]

A sudden knock at the door, which nearly goes unheard thanks to the radios high volume, snaps Shaddix out of his deep thoughts. Sluggishly, he makes his way over to the door and opens it. Infront of him stands no one. To the left, to the right...The same....No one....A mere vanilla envelope is all to be seen. Shaddix bends over to pick it up, still surveying the hallway as he does so....Finally, now back in an upright position...He opens the envelope and removes the piece of paper inside....Great, now he had reading to do....

"Hello there my regularly absent old friend. It seems that this revolving door of deception, deceit and dangerous encounters continues to follow both you and I. Yes. The saying is true I gather...There IS no rest for the wicked."

Hmmm...big words...rambling on yet saying nothing...this was obviously from V.....Yes, his name had been reduced now to a mere letter....V....It wasn't worth wasting the time to say the rest.....Shaddix continues to read...

"I'm sure that even a man as mentally challenged and behind in human evolution can already guess the reasoning for this correspondence. Just as you did some few weeks ago when I was occupied destroying Mr. Cross for the umpteenth time, you made a failed attempt to declare yourself worthy of the APW World Title once again. That request was denied as it should have been as well as should have been preceding our last battle this past Saturday. You see Mr. Shaddix...You are the exact thing that this roster has a gross abundance of old friend. Individuals who believe that they can coast along...Not even show up to work half of the time...As well as fabricate facts to the fan base abroad in hopes to receive enough fan fare to resurrect that horrible thing you have the audacity to refer to as a career...It is sad Mr. Shaddix...Very sad...I almost feel sorry for you sir...ALMOST..."

Shaddix pauses for a moment....

[glow=blue,2,300]"He almost feels sorry for me? Hell, hes the one that took the ass whooping....I do feel sorry for him....Lets see what else this bitch has got to say....."[/glow]

Shaddix continues reading...

"The incident with the brass knuckles? Nothing...Not even remotely present in my thoughts my good man. I've done worse to ladies and gentlemen twice your age so please do not believe you have anything on yours truly. What I do to you BEFORE our coming contest will make that puny assault seem like a Sunday school meeting when I stand over your lifeless shell of a person, holding MY title over your disgusting carcass, you will truly understand what it means to "go to war" with the Familia...As well as King Vegas...Rematch clause Mr. Shaddix? After being absent for a full month? Interesting...Though I gather what's good for the goose is good for the gander no? Shaddix...King Vegas...One more time my good man...And being as you don't understand the concept of the champion calling the shots as pertaining to match types...I'll allow you to do just that since it IS your right this time...Take notes jackass and be prepared for the TRUE champion coming to reclaim his gold and...Please do be careful in the days leading up to the coming show sir...We wouldn't want something...To happen...To you beforehand now would we?...Death and despair to you and yours Shaddix, death and despair to you...And yours...You suicidal...Woman abusing...Deadbeat father, crack head...Bastard...Have a GREAT...Fuckin'...Day..."

King Vegas....

With that finally out of the way, Shaddix crumples up the paper and tosses it in a nearby garbage can before reclaiming his seat on the couch....

[glow=blue,2,300]"Shit...Wish I could do that to V...Crumple up his useless ass and toss him in the trash where he belongs....At least he ended the letter on a nice note....that bastard....Maybe I'll get my fucking ladder match this time...."[/glow]

Shaddix turns the stereo back up, possibly even louder this time as he returns to his state of 'meditation'....[/center][/i]