The Message is Sent (Mystery Tag Match *splz)

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Rolling away from the pin on Vegas after connecting with an Afterburn Suplex and pinning combination, Jon rests on his knees as he hears his music crank up over the PA system, raising his arm. He looks to Blaze on the outside, the first Champion's second loss this month, two involving Jon's partner, Nathan Michaels... as Jon just scored his second win and pin over Vegas this month as well, the man who claimed to be the rightful number one contender. Shrugging off those that were in the vicinity, he rolls out of the ring, grabbing the microphone as he rolls back in, standing on the turnbuckle, towering over Blaze as he stares him down, motioning around his waist before bringing the microphone to his lips.

"Exactly as I said... all along when I came to APW! You want to look back at pitiful, mean-nothing losses like Togo's ass getting chased outta here with his tail between his legs... or the Harris and Trigga confrontation I in no way agreed to? You're sorely mistaken, because right here, in the main event, WHERE I SHINE... it's where it matters! And right now... right now, Blaze, you listen closely. I know you haven't forgotten about that chain attack, I sure as hell haven't forgotten about that table incident... Now, it's where we step it up. The poor fool that I just pinned to the ground was the first to officially issue a challenge for that title that you shamefully carry around your waist... earlier tonight, and now, once again... I AM THE SECOND ONE TO ISSUE THAT CHALLENGE!

And then, APW's premier belt will be in the possession of their top dollar paid centerpiece... and that is ME!"

Jon lowers the microphone, looking down hard at Blaze, glancing over at the fallen Vegas as his perch on the turnbuckle remains...

[blaze]

Blaze just mouths the words...

"You got lucky....Nothing but luck....You still havent...And never will....pin me...."

The ref brings Blaze his title while he still stands outside the ring. He holds the title high, almost as if he were taunting Pryor with it.

"Never will...."

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"Put it on the line, asshole... just put it on the line..."

Jon had laid out the challenge, it's in Blaze's court to accept it... and it'll be Jon that makes sure that he does...[/center]

[King Vegas]

*With Permission Bitches*

Immediately following the match, Vegas had slid out of the ring, quickly securing himself a steel chair from ringside while Blaze and Pryor engaged in their little stare down in a lackluster attempt to make "statements" toward each other. Sliding back into the ring unbeknown st to Blaze, he locks eyes with Pryor before raising the steel chair above his head directly behind the APW World Title holder and as the chair lowers at high velocity, seconds later a skull shattering shot is sent through the man's head as his knees buckle, the smile immediately coming to Vegas' face as he had made the statement HE wanted to make with that gesture...

As he stands over the fallen champ for a few seconds, he glances in Pryor's direction for a few seconds to see if he too would like to sample a bit of steel on this night. No reaction and as he looked down once more, sending one more towards the man's mid section with a reverberating thud throughout the area closest to the ring area...His statement had been made to the person who mattered most...Not Pryor...Not the Angels and surely not the other UN Worthy rejects THINKING they'd be in line next for what Vegas already KNEW he would be...Dropping the chair at his feet as he backpedals back from the fallen victim, he raises his hands to Pryor once more, simulating applause as he does so...That priceless smirk appearing on his face as he slides out of the ring headed up the entrance ramp to meet The Flush who had made their way half way down to ensure the man's safe retreat. Once there a quick flip of the finger to both Mr. Shaddix and Mr. Pryor can plainly be seen...Now that gentlemen...Was a statement...Perhaps Mr. Shaddix should think twice before dealing with the devil a second time?...No matter for he had done EXACTLY what he had plotted and things had played themselves out exactly how he thought they would...Sick isn't it?...And in seconds following the "friendly" hand gesture, Vegas and his brethren were gone through the curtains, having completed their mission for the night perfectly and to the last detail...Familia bitch...

[Big Red]

With Permission


*The match is over, and Nathan stands in the ring and watches as Vegas had just laid out the APW World Champion with a steel chair. It would seem that the two men would like to have forgotten about the Canadian Submission Machine who was also in the match, the man who was the first to challenge Blaze just after the Battlezone, and unlike Pryor, does hold a submission victory over Blaze. Nathan then walks up behind Pryor, turns him around and picks him up onto his shoulders and walks over to the ring ropes where Vegas was on the outside*

THIS IS YOUR FATE NEXT WEEK

*He yells with fire intensity in his eyes as he delivers "The Calgary Flames" to Jon Pryor leaving him motionless on the mat. Nathan stands in the ring, motioning that he wants the World Championship*