Endgame: Revelations {Invite}{Spoilers}

[King Vegas]

And finally...After months upon months upon months of this bitter war between these two warriors, the final bell of the final battle had sounded...The bout coming to a close as King Vegas, barely able to stand at this point on his own power, kneels against the ring apron, his hand raised in victory as he glares down towards the floor, his eyes making contact with his long time rival...The greatest rival he had ever encountered...And a man whom he had grown to completely loathe the very thought of...

He had successfully completed the task....He had sought out to...And informed all that he WOULD...Retaining HIS APW World Championship against the man thrust into contention by means of deception and betrayal in his twisted mind...He had taken the punishment dished out from the behemoth of a man throughout the bout...But had proven without a shadow of a doubt that wars were won not with fists of fury but with brain power and ingenuity...Choosing the appropriate match type in which his challenger was not very well versed in evened the playing fields...Thus...Resulting in him receiving just the outcome he had predicted and strategized over for weeks preceding the contest...

It takes almost every ounce of energy left in his nearly broken body to re enter the ring, just in time for his eyes to catch sight of his beloved sister receiving the APW World Title from ringside, slowly turning as her eyes stay fixated on it for a few moments...His smile following soon after as he watches her steps begin...Bringing her closer and closer to him in proximity...His body leaning lifeless in the corner most near to where his fallen opponent lay on the outside of the ring...He glances back to Mr. Cross, smirking heavily as they make eye contact, then suddenly back towards Sarah who was mere inches from him at this very moment...

Her eyes meet his intently, as she extends both arms, presenting him with the title that the two warriors waged war against each other over...

He takes the title, smiling faintly in her direction as he extends one of his arms as if inviting her into his embrace...Yet only seconds after receiving the title once more, his vision catches sight of Sarah exiting the ring slowly...Hopping down to the floor beneath, just as her beau was making his way to a bended knee position. Within seconds she was too on bended knee, tending to her fallen better half assisting him back to his feet...The faintest trace of a smug look on her face as she glanced back momentarily...Jason's eyes coming in direct contact with his as well as he slowly but surely once again stood on his own two once again, though leaning on the ropes for assistance, eying the "touching scene" unfolding before him, as his blood slowly began to boil from within...His facial expression fully showing evidence of his thoughts as he spat in the direction of the man, missing him by mere inches, once again forcing a stare down between the two....

[Jason Cross]

Jason glares back at Vegas and strangely started to smile. After all the months he and Vegas had been going to war, it seemed that he was now finally realizing the same thing Jason himself had already realized before this match had even started. That the final victor in this war wasn't the man now standing against the ring ropes glaring at him with the world title in his hands but Jason himself who stood outside the ring the only thing that was truly important to him standing right there with him in the form of the woman he loved his wife Sarah. Jason turned to look at Sarah and saw her looking back at him he mouthed the words "it's over" to her and then turned sliding under the ropes before standing to hate his most hated rival in the whole world.

He stared at Vegas for a moment watching the blood still dripping down his face from the cut in his forehead where Jason had busted him open. Watched as he used the ropes to support himself after the twenty minutes of hell Jason had put him through and he spoke to him.

You finally realize it don't you Vegas, that it's not the belt who determined the winner here, but the fact that Sarah and I are still together despite all you have done to us, we're still together and there is nothing you can do to change that, and everyone will know as long as she and I are together that in the end I BEAT YOU! Oh and this match Vegas it was never about the title to me, it was about taking twenty minutes to pay you back for all the pain you caused not only me and Sarah, but Laura as well. Thats right Vegas my job here was to do nothing more than hurt you as much a possible physically and from the look of you I did my job well, thats right you the mighty King Vegas just got played. HAVE A NICE DAY FUCKER!

His final piece said Jason once again moved toward the ropes intending to leave with Sarah, he should have known Vegas wouldn't let it rest just yet.

[King Vegas]

His eyes focused intently on the man standing a few feet from him...His eyes analyzing his facial expressions...His breathing patterns as well as the gleam in his eye...He was adamant in every word he spoke during those just passing moments...He truly believed he had won the "war"...He truly believed that HE had successfully "outsmarted" The Mighty King Vegas...

He stared down at the title hanging from his grasp...Simultaneously hearing the words from Mr. Cross' mouth...The more and more he heard, the more enraged he became...A new sensation of anger erupting in him as he slowly began to realize the severity...As well as the truthfulness of the statements made by his greatest rival to date...

His words had come to a close...The smirk on his face confirming just what Vegas feared most...He...Was correct in his words...The faintest moment of glare towards his beloved sister awaiting her beau below out side of the ring further did so as well as increased the level of agitation in his mind and soul...

His eyes remain locked with Sarah's...Not a word spoken between the two of them preceding, during nor at the conclusion of the contest...Jason's body slowly moving towards the ropes, attempting an exit as Vegas' eyes slowly lower to the title draped over his arm...And suddenly...Without so much as the slightest warning...His eyes snap to the man he had defeated moments ago, as the corners of his mouth begin to reshape themselves, forming a scowl like none other seen upon the young man's face before...Instantly and without premeditation, his fury takes over him, lunging forward with the title, forcefully ensuring it connects with the back of his head, stumbling the giant of a man, as his person bounces off of the ropes, the sound of the fans booing the current APW champion radiating throughout at a deafening pace as the hay makers from Vegas begin...Sending vicious blow after vicious blow towards the man now brought down to his level by the blindside, and within moments forcing him down to the canvas once more as he met the "Living Weapon" with a falling forearm to the face...Immediately standing to his feet and delivering another, and another, and another not even hearing the screams for this ordeal to cease from his beloved sister mere feet below...

He quickly rose to his feet, leaving the ring as his body seemed to be rejuvenated almost from the personal feelings erupting in him at this very moment...Wasting no time in retrieving a steel chair from under the ring, and entering before Sarah was able to stop him and within seconds of re entering the ring, had raised the chair high above his head swinging it as hard as his arms would allow him to and...

WHACK!!!!!!!

[glow=red,2,300]Correction Mr. Cross!!!...King Vegas...ALWAYS Wins!!!![/glow]

The steel chair connecting violently with the back of the man laying mere inches from him, forcing him back to the canvas before he could even attempt to make it back to his feet...Pausing for a few seconds...He glares out into the audience, seeing the look of pure disgust and disapproval on their faces...He loathed them all just as much as he loathed the man he had just put on his face once again before the very spot he stood...Raising it once more, he sends high velocity shots over and over again at the man's upper back area, watching as he almost appears to be convulsing from each attack until the reaction throughout the crowd was deafening to almost force the chair from the grasp of King Vegas...He finally halts his assault...Glaring down at the fallen giant...Disgust on his face as the chair falls lifelessly from his hand, clanging against the mat inches from his feet...

A few seconds pass, as he continues to stare down at Mr. Cross...His peripheral vision catching sight of Sarah entering the ring in a state of panic coming to his aid just as Vegas had fell to his knees slowly, grabbing the APW World title and sliding from the ring as the APW officials and EMT's were making their way towards ring side, the officials immediately darting in the direction of the area where Mr. Vegas stood, glassy eyed look on his face, as his vision never leaves the lifeless mass he left no more than ten feet in front of him...They make an attempt to remove him from ringside but their attempts are rejected, as he violently pushes each one aside, ensuring them that harm would come onto THEM next if their efforts continued on...He wished to watch the man grovel in pain for as long as humanly possible....

[Lana & Luthor]

*Both of the announcers stand from their seats immediately seeing the brutality of the assault from King Vegas on the fallen challenger. The fans continue to boo and had even begun to throw trash into the ring from their seats in disapproval of the actions of Mr. Vegas. Roger Jackson himself makes an attempt to give Vegas a piece of his mind from behind the safety of the announcers table, watching at the APW officials make attempt after attempt to remove him from ringside.*

Are you out of your freakin' mind?!!? There was NO reason for that! You won the damn match so just take your title and leave already!

[glow=beige,2,300]Roger calm down man, we don't wanna...[/glow]

Screw that! I'm sick and tired of these Familia bastards believing they can do whatever they want! The Angels need to do something about it NOW! It's ridiculous and it's getting tired already!

[Jason Cross]

For a time during the assault Jason's mind and body go numb and the world goes black as Vegas forces him to the canvas with the vicious chair shots.
The first things he sees as his eyes open is Sarah's panicked face asking him if he's all right. He nods his head telling her he is fine, at the same time one of the EMT's tell him not to move to wait till they make sure he is okay, they may as well have been asking for the sun not to set though as Jason forces the EMT's away and begins to stand to the roar of the crowd as they see the man they cheered for throughout the match get back to his feet once more. Driven by anger at the assault, and adrenalin over the pain he feels he makes his way to the ropes closest to Vegas and screams at him loud enough to be heard without a mic.

Whats wrong Vegas did something I say strike a nerve. Truth hurts doesn't it Vegas, you just can't stand the fact that everything I just said to you in this ring is one hundred percent right, that I won not because of some match but because Sarah loves me and nothing you have done or will do can ever change that!

Something in the look Jason sees then the same trade mark grin of Vegas that he has seen so often over these past months pushes Jason to one final decision, the bell at the end of their match hadn't ended things the real ending would come now, and one way or another he was ending this man before him to the hospital as final payment for all the grief he had caused him and Sarah over these past months.
Jason tuns around and takes the first step toward the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, he gains speed and momentum with each step that follows, Sarah and the EMT's moving out of the way as Jason hits the far ropes. They stretch out groaning under the weight of this massive man before catapulting him back toward the side of the ring that Vegas and the officials stand on. Less then two feet from the ropes Jason uses all the strength in his legs and launches himself into the air clearing the top rope like he has done so rarely in his matches. Vegas jaw drops as he sees this massive man go airborne for those few brief seconds before gravity takes hold and brings him crashing down into both Vegas and the officials gathered around him.
The crowd has once again come alive roaring and cheering at what they have seen a HOLY SHIT chant starts up as Jason goes airborne, and yet things aren't finished yet.
Both men stand tossing the few remaning officials aside as they charge directly at each other their fists already flying at each other with all the force and hate they can muster. The blows continue to land both men moving now heading up the ramp as they move to keep away from the officials but never leaving striking distance of each other. The official are desperate to get the men apart knowing that they are finally unleashing all their hate for each other, and knowing it can't end well if these two aren't separated soon.

[Laura De'Icco]

Laura sat in her locker room, no more than a hour following her impressive match against Destiny where she had come out victorious, obviously feeling good about herself when she turned her head, noticing the images playing out on the scene in front of her. Her mouth immediately dropped as she watched the madness ensue once again between these two men, as they had resorted to pounding on each other over and over again, Sarah close by watching in horror almost.

It was almost as if it was starting all over again, even though they all knew this was the finale' to end all finale's, and the way they were going after each other after such a brutal match showed just how much hatred towards each other they both still held in their souls for the other. She leaned forward as cupped her hands over her mouth watching on at the interaction between the two. Blow after blow after blow ensued, punishing each other over and over again. It was all she could do restrain the flow of tears from her eyes seeing the lost look in Sarah's eyes as she had to once again witness this atrocity.


_{[glow=red,2,300]"My God, just let it end already..."[/glow]}

[Steven Cross]

Sapphire sat in the back watching a monitor. She had stared at the monitor in shock as Jason was assaulted by Vegas. That look only intensified as Jason had flown over the ropes and the two men had begun fighting once more. Laura had told her that the hate between these men ran deep and was personal but she had no idea just how deep that hate truly ran until she saw this. She could only sit and watch the monitor praying that some way some how this would end before either of the men got hurt.

[King Vegas]

The war continued to go on, as hay maker after hay maker from each man connected violently with their counterpart, each moment of impact only seconds apart as the crowd reactions seemed to power the combatants, pushing them, driving them to attack harder each and every time as the battle slowly made it's way up the ramp, the occasional APW official being tossed to the side by one or both of the men...This...Was a war of the most intimate terms. There would be no one else involved as far as they saw fit, and they would end it tonight once and for all...

Within moments, Jason had Vegas reeling from his attack, each blow staggering him back slightly, slowly but surely inching him further and further back up the ramp, the screams of the fans, officials as well as a disturbed Sarah who was watching on, going un heard almost by the two men...Seeing he has his greatest rival on the ropes, Jason rushes Vegas, performing a semi spear maneuver to the abdomen area, sending them both hard to the steel ramp beneath them, their bodies clanging at high decibels as the crowd reaction once again signals the severity of the impact ultimately sending shock waves of pain through both of their bodies instantly...

Vegas wasted no time in attempting an escape...His Majesty could be seen,slowly beginning a crawling motion at the very top of the ramp where he lay inches from, one arm supporting his weight as the other clutched his abdomen in pain, pushing on hoping for some moment of retreat, until he felt the massive hand of Mr. Cross grab at his lower leg, pulling him back from refuge, reaching down and yanking him to his feet at the crowds pleasure, despite Sarah's constant screaming for them both to stop, he holds the King by his neck glaring into his eyes as if preparing for the coming assault he was unleash...The open window of opportunity much too enticing for King Vegas as he quickly sends one of his hands towards the man's face, raking his eyes, and before Jason could raise his arms in response to the pain sending a low blow towards his groin area, bringing him to his knees instantly, as he himself stumbled back a few feet down to one knee in front of the thousands that watched through the arena and the millions watching at home....

Now the giant was at his mercy as he slowly but surely reclaimed his rightful position, upright as he methodically made his way to the very spot where Jason kneeled in pain over the attack, sending a high velocity kick towards the man's temple, again and again and again...Grabbing him by his hair and forcing his fist towards the man's face area at high speeds like never before between the two men, making every attempt to ravage his very person and destroy the man known as the Living Weapon...Ultimately pulling the massive man to his feet, securing him in head lock type maneuver as if dragging him along further towards the entrance curtain...And within just a few feet of the entrance curtain itself, King Vegas began a slow controlled running motion, the scowl on his face showing his intent clearly and undeniably, and within seconds sending Jason's head crashing into the sides of the metal walls that formed the entrance stage it self, a loud and very audible disturbing clang being heard through the arena, as the blood had then began to pour...Returning the favor received during the preceding match up...He watches as he stumbles a bit...Finally getting a bit of the best of the young warrior as he could plainly see that this latest onslaught of the king's would NOT be simply shaken off...

[Jason Cross]

No this wouldn't simply be shaken off, the vicious assault with the chair, and now being rammed into the steel set, having once again brought things even between the two men. Still Jason as much as Vegas refused to stay down and once again made his way to his feet staring at his most hated rival only a few short feet from him. Both men charge each other at the same time colliding like to freight trains, they grapple each other trying to gain the advantage over their foe, and when that doesn't work start using their legs to throw hard knees into each others gut.

Vegas rears back launching several hard knees at Jason that seem to go unanswered until he finally realizes what Jason has done. While Vegas had thrown those knees Jason moved his hands until they locked together behind Vegas's neck. Now with Vegas caught in his grip Jason rears his head back and then as he pulls Vegas toward him with his arms slams his forehead down into Vegas's own. The impact sends shock waves of pain through both men and leaves them stumbling away from each other, as Vegas ends up leaning on the stage wall and Jason falls flat on his back on the stage.

Vegas seeing his opportunity immediately dives on Jason raining fist after fist down onto the young mans head as if he intended to drive Jason's head through the floor of the stage itself with the very force of his blows. Jason is no closer to being finished then Vegas though and placing both hands against Vegas's chest shoves with all the strength he can manage. Vegas sails briefly through the air before coming crashing back to the steel of the stage. Left face down on the steel Vegas looks up in time to see Jason standing above him, his massive foot coming down for Vegas's head. Rolling out of the way Vegas rises to his feet close by and again the two men resort to simply throwing the hardest punches they can at each other. Staggering back until they once again find themselves against the stage wall Vegas reaches up and grabs Jason around the neck once again slamming his head into the steel there. Jason driven on by his anger returns the favor grabbing Vegas by the neck and slamming him face first into the wall itself. Separated briefly by the impacts these two warriors simply look up at each other and charge again neither willing to back down and give this their last battle to the other, so the fight continues on.

[King Vegas]

...Once again the bodies of both men crash into each other with tremendous force, causing for them to stagger briefly, both of them pausing in their efforts momentarily...Just then one of the more brave officials, or perhaps idiotic in this case, steps in between the men extending his arms towards Jason in an effort to stop the dangerous encounter. Immediately Jason wastes no time in shoving the man away from him in the direction of Vegas. As the man turns at high speed towards the King, Vegas sends a foot high velocity towards his gut area almost by instinct, and within seconds delivers his snake eyes finisher to the unsuspecting APW official, sending his body crashing and tumbling across the entrance stage to the fans delight...

With not one single second to revel in the maneuver as the fans had, a second and a third approached, the first being shoved aside by Mr. Vegas, using the momentum of his approach to dismiss him from this violent equation. The second in this wave of gentlemen sent to stop the madness is grabbed momentarily by Vegas, whipping the man around with great force so that he held onto the man from the back, his forearm placed around his neck area as if holding the man hostage just as Jason was finally regaining his balance. Vegas then pushes the man as hard as he could, perfectly in conjunction with Jason's advances in his direction and suddenly Jason's shoulders met the officials abdomen with a thundering spear, causing for the crowd to once again erupt seeing the carnage and destruction taking place before them.

The hate between the two men pushed them to limits of being willing to assist the other just so that the onslaught stayed strictly between them and only them. Yet there was another wave of officials approaching the scene in full force as even both Co-GM's had made their way out onto the stage, yelling orders to the two men to stop this immediately. Their calls fell upon deaf ears it seemed as the two men glanced at each other once again, both of their breathing patterns at dangerous levels by this time...Rage in both of their eyes as Vegas stood only a few feet with from the edge of the stage, hand cupped around his abdomen area...Then once again they both charged the other, Jason getting the jump on the double advancement as Vegas had little time to even began an attack motion and then...

[Jason Cross]

Battered bruised and beaten the two men once again collide. This time they can both feel it there is something different about these attacks the end is near. Jason spurred on by the felling in his gut starts to throw thunderous right hands at Vegas rocking him back slowly but surely to the edge of the stage. Realizing the position that he is in Vegas fires a fist of his own at the giant's gut rocking him momentarily. Seizing on this opening Vegas launches a foot into Jason's gut hitting him with the snake eyes.
Left facing the audience on the edge of the stage Vegas turns expecting to see his most hated rival finally laid out on the ground in front of him where Vegas most assuredly feels the young man belongs.

That isn't the sight that greets him though. As he turns he sees Jason shoulder down well into the charge of his spear. he is coming in to fast and Vegas knows there is no place to go that all he can do is wait for the inevitable impact. The force of the hit is staggering and sends both men airborne off the edge of the stage.

For a brief horrifying second as everyone looks on both men seem to hang almost suspended in midair, before once again gravity reaches out and pulls them down. Below them are tables the electrical equipment that controls the lighting and pyrotechnics for the show set on top of them. the bodies of the two men crash through it all as if it were nothing. The equipment and tables are instantly destroyed and a shower of sparks launches into the air as the electrical equipment is shattered by the bodies falling on it.

For a moment everything is deathly quite as everyone stares on at the carnage where the two men crashed back to the ground after there fall from the stage, still tangled together as if even while unconscious they refused to give up the fight. Then the whole arena erupts the reaction of those looking on split as once again the HOLY SHIT chant starts up. Even louder than that though is the screams of those who realize just how serious this situation is, and the officials calling for help for the two fallen men.

[pornstar]

[glow=teal,2,300]"HOLY SHIT!!!!"[/glow]

Almost within tune of the audience's chant from the violent spectacle they had just witnessed, PornStar bursts through the curtains of the backstage, stopping at the edge. Sparks still flying, he sees the King lying motionless and crumpled in the middle of the debris...

[glow=teal,2,300]"Notgoodnotgoodnotgoodnotgood..."[/glow]

He hops down from the stage, approaching the rubble with wreckless abandon, attempting to clear the way for the approaching EMTs as he reaches in, successfully removing a few pieces of equipment before finally...

[glow=blue
,2,300]ZAP!!!!

[/color][/glow]

The shock of some residual energy sends him reeling from the wreckage, grasping his fingers in pain as he steps aside, letting the gloved EMT's and techs work briskly to remove the bodies from the pile, a genuine look of concern on his face.[/font][/center]

[Sarah Andrews-Cross]

...The scene was surreal....Sarah slowly approached the edge of the stage where both Mr. Hugh and Mr. Steele stood with additional APW officials and crew members glaring down ward at the two shattered bodies below...Her hands cupped over her mouth in fright as her vision caught sight of the scene some 12 feet below where she stood. Immediately the tears began to flow from her dark brown eyes...Seeing their bodies nearly broken in the debris of tables...Electrical equipment broken into pieces as they lay inches from one another, neither one of them moving in the slightest...It was almost as if they both had met their demise...Motionless...Silent...Void of life even as she slowly almost fell to her knees at the edge of the stage, staring intently at her fallen beau and her only brother...The sobbing continuing on as she could faintly hear the sounds of Laura and Sapphire's voices approaching from behind...She was frozen herself...Devasated by the image before her...barely able to form words...

_{No...No...Cross...Jas...Jason...}

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[Mark Cross]

Mark had been watching the whole thing unfold from a monitor in the back, and saw where things were headed as soon as Vegas hit the snake eyes on Jason.
He took off through the halls of the arena at full speed knowing full well that he would be to late to stop it from happening, running now to see what he would be able to do in the after math of this war.
Having plowed through anyone or anything in his path he finally emerged on the stage. Without any hesitation he dropped down off the side to see what he could do to help his brother. Shouldering aside a couple of techs Jason made his way to his brothers side. He couldn't think, couldn't talk just wait and hope that some how his brother would come out of this okay.
He eyes even turned to Vegas and despite all that had happened he hoped that he to would come out of this okay because if nothing else in the end Vegas was family.

[Jason Cross]

Some how some way, and seemingly impossible after what had just taken place Jason moved his eyes trying to open them up. He couldn't really move and there was absolutley no chance of him standing but his eyes did begin to move. Then he asked one simple question in a voice that could barely be heard at the time.

Sar...Sarah...where is she, Tell her...I'm...okay not to worry.

Then he was out again unconsious, much like Vegas. The pair were finally placed on stretchers taken to waiting ambulances and taken to a nearby hospital.
The one feeling that everyone watching was left with was that they had just witnessed the end to the feud between Jason and King Vegas, that this war was indeed finally over.

THE END