Post by bar on Feb 23, 2007 1:35:31 GMT -4
"See, they can tell me to get out of the ring, to leave the building..."
The APW cameras follow Jon Pryor as he makes his way back through the backstage, jerking down as he picks up a steel chair, carrying it with one hand as he barely slows, watching his every movement...
"... But see, I've made my career not following advice... not following orders..."
He reaches down with his other free hand, grabbing a chain off of a maitenance cart as he passes, another heavy duty one like the one he layed into Blaze with...
"... and I don't know what makes Dick think I'm gonna start right about now. He can cut me from the title match..."
He swings open the legs of the chair, forcefully planting it on the ground, taking a seat as he grips the chain with both hands, wrapping it around one of his fists...
"But away from my profession, my friends, and my family, he will not take me. Jon Pryor remains here in Pheonix, Arizona, tonight, right in the Glendale Arena, and there ain't a damn thing anyone can do about it! In fact, the ring gear is on under the jeans, and the moment I get a shot, I'm taking one. No ifs, ands or buts about it!!!"
He lashes the chain out at the camera man, no violent intentions meant with it... yet, as he scurries away, leaving Jon by himself in the back, with a 10 foot steel chain as his only defense. He would be here for Brent, he would be here for Lindsay, and he would be here for his own vengeance.
The APW cameras follow Jon Pryor as he makes his way back through the backstage, jerking down as he picks up a steel chair, carrying it with one hand as he barely slows, watching his every movement...
"... But see, I've made my career not following advice... not following orders..."
He reaches down with his other free hand, grabbing a chain off of a maitenance cart as he passes, another heavy duty one like the one he layed into Blaze with...
"... and I don't know what makes Dick think I'm gonna start right about now. He can cut me from the title match..."
He swings open the legs of the chair, forcefully planting it on the ground, taking a seat as he grips the chain with both hands, wrapping it around one of his fists...
"But away from my profession, my friends, and my family, he will not take me. Jon Pryor remains here in Pheonix, Arizona, tonight, right in the Glendale Arena, and there ain't a damn thing anyone can do about it! In fact, the ring gear is on under the jeans, and the moment I get a shot, I'm taking one. No ifs, ands or buts about it!!!"
He lashes the chain out at the camera man, no violent intentions meant with it... yet, as he scurries away, leaving Jon by himself in the back, with a 10 foot steel chain as his only defense. He would be here for Brent, he would be here for Lindsay, and he would be here for his own vengeance.