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Post by bar on Feb 6, 2007 2:51:23 GMT -4
The next show... whereever its at... no matter... where it is? Pryor is... and he's out to make his first true public address to the APW public...
"Pain Redefined" kicks up over the PA system as he steps out onto the stage to a deafening reaction, bowing to the fans with both hands over his head, worshipping them as he takes off his sunglasses, putting them onto his shirt as he smiles to the crowd.
He takes his time walking down the ramp, greeting the fans as he goes, a side to him they didn't think that they'd see if they followed his New York work... or, even worse, his Ohio work... sliding into the ring, he listens as the announcer introduces him, then hands the microphone over, letting the song play for a few as the fans continue to cheer...
Finally, the music dies down as he brings the microphone to his lips...
"I'm sure that you all know who I am..."
He stops as a massive chant erupts...
JONNY PY-RO... *CLAP,CLAP,CLAPCLAPCLAP*... JONNY PY-RO... [/color] "Ah yes... you sure do... ain't nobody that can forget me... even when I'm not where I raised the banner on the flag pole, carrying an entire company... each and every single one of you knows WHO I AM!!! You're looking at the former Jonny Pyro... the first, the longest reigning, and, from the results of my toxicology test... the technical ONLY CHAMPION IN THE SHORT HISTORY OF THAT COMPANY! The single hottest federation to strike up, put on a show that sent the big dogs running... I was the icon, the forefront, the reason to watch, and there isn't a damn person that can state otherwise! How did I do it? By simply showing up, doing what I do best, giving others the nod, taking wrestlers with me, and being an all around human... not a mystical beast, not a satanic monster, not an unbeatable phenomenon... but being the same as each and every one of you... win, lose or draw, title or not, there was nothing more notable of that company than me, and I defy ANYONE to say otherwise!"He listens to the resounding cheer as he smirks, not anybody could talk that down... "So much so, that Miss Chantell Angel herself came to Amanda Wallace, and payed MORE than top dollar for my contract, therefore funding their sister federation in Detroit, the very same one that shares Channel 169! And now, Miss Angel? Listen up... this is where that check starts to cash itself..."He stops, feeling the bandage on his head... "See... the other day, I took it upon myself to meet a few colleagues of mine, since my "big money" fued saw that I had his ass kicked, and took off... since I guess them "superwrestlers" just can't take a loss... anyways... where were we...
Ah, yes... I took the lovely Lindsay Corben out to a helluva dinner, ritzy restaurant and all... and guess who shows up?
That's right..... it was... er... wrong trannie...
THERE we go! That's right... Blaze showed up... we had a little brawl, the woman abuser that he is knocked over Lindsay... I went to check on her, then our gracious champ blindsided me with an incinerator... and the Angels wanna tell me I've gotta wait till next week, and I've got to team with Nathan Michaels to get at him?"He drops his arms to his sides, shaking his head... "Look... I like Nate, I really do, I wasn't his best man for nothing... but gimme a break... Nathan, it appears has a little grudge against me for coming in here and doing what I do best... get a fuckin' life! You want to question the legitimacy of my reign? Then you should've gotten off of your lazy ass and challenged, instead of playing second fiddle to a title chaser in a leopard mask that can't speak a lick of English... Remember who you choose to have a grudge against... because, quite frankly, if I hadn't come along, you'd never have your beautiful wife at your side either... it was me who convinced her brother to train her..., despite my already training her in secret... so think about that... what if Pryor hadn't done it? Would you then be stroking your firecock alone in a twin sized bed without Lizzy? I know you sure as hell would... you're too lazy to put in any other effort..."Wow... he didn't quite mean to snap at Nathan... but the situation with Blaze put him on edge... "Anyways... moving onto the reason that I'm here! See... since Blaze is being kept away from me untill I find his ass backstage and give him the good ol' Dragon treatment (see the three times I put him in the hospital)... I'm out here to do things the old fashioned way... I'm sure that there is plenty of talent in the back that thinks they can step up to the plate against the bought big gun of this company... You want to make your mark? I've got the fame, I've got the notoriety... nobody ignored LXW... they couldn't, therefore, nobody could ignore me...
Perhaps, in a strange twist... Micheal Taylor shows up for work and accepts this challenge? Or Cabal Xavier remembers just how bad I took two *ahem* rookies and whipped his ass with them? Oh... or that I'm the one who informed him of his firing? How about Cinder? God, I'm sure that guys looking for a "carry me moment" into the spotlight... Or... perhaps King Vegas can back himself up in his recent comments to the commentators during a recent match? You fancy yourself a King? Step up and fight the Savior, the undisputed Champ... you want to raise over the bar? I am the bar... prove yourself! You and I may see eye to eye, even collaborated in the past, but you know as well as I do, that in this ring there are no better... Perhaps we could get that tattooed, roided up, genitalia shrunk Dru Nedermeyer on this? Who knows? The card is open people... step up to the plate!"Pryor lowers his microphone as the crowd begins chanting his name again, he looks out to each and every one of them raising the microphone in their direction as he looks to the ramp for a challenger...[/center] |
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Post by King Vegas on Feb 6, 2007 12:51:16 GMT -4
Most likely unexpectedly, Chamillionaire & Paul Wall's "In Love with My Money" blares throughout the arena as King Vegas steps out onto the entrance ramp. As always being flanked by the big man himself, his face is showing that of a most amused smirk...Donning his Sunday best as usual he stands at the edge of the stage glaring in the direction of his now former?...Associate/brother in arms? No matter...They all fall the same when put up against hismajesty...As his music dies down he raises the microphone in his hand to his lips and speaks...
[glow=red,2,300]Mr. Pryor...Mr. Pryor...My old friend...Did I just...Hear you correctly a moment ago? I mean...Certainly you cannot be coming out here THIS far in the season...A season which only saw yourself competing in ONE single solitary contest where you were bested by some oriental export and then ran away with his tail stuck between his legs afterwards...Wow Jon...I'm SO impressed...I expected better from a former brother in arms Mr. Pryor...Far better...And now...[/glow]
He pauses as he clears his throat...The crowd waiting in anticipation of the coming words...When he speaks...
[glow=red,2,300]You've even resorted to berating yours truly...For absolutely no reason at all...As if bringing up past accomplishments seeking some sort of praise for them wasn't childish enough, you now proclaim to be the one who will "raise the bar" here in APW...When we both know full well that as long as King Vegas is around...Jon...That the chances of that happening are as about as likely as you NOT jumping from a sexually confused drug abusing woman to one who's had more c*cks in the back of her mouth than a barn full of roosters...Oh yes...I've received word of the past few months my friend so...Please...Let's stop with the lies and games my old friend...Ha Ha...[/glow]
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Post by bar on Feb 6, 2007 13:26:39 GMT -4
Son of a bitch had to bring Lilith into it... He shrugs that one off for now...
"Be that as it may, around here, Vegas... that you are indeed the one who raises the bar, to tell you the truth, that was only when you were dealing with Amateurs. You were dealing with the ones that weren't good enough to reach my level, so they split... in fact, you were one of them, weren't you? Tired of not getting what you felt you deserved, because, quite frankly, you weren't up to par... especially getting your ass kicked by two small British chicks..."
He gets a laugh out of that one as he backs off into a corner, leaning against the turnbuckle, raising his microphone back to his lips...
"And, speaking of women, don't you think it's time to move on from a monkey looking broad when you've gotta resort to watching a Buck Wylde porn just to get hard enough to do her? I mean... if that be the case, I'm sure you could have Buck... he's almost more of your right hand man than your enforcer right there....
As far as Togo goes? If you had your face outta the exploits of Mr. Wylde's cock long enough, you would have noticed that that victory was all mine, I let him have that... after all, we've got to satisfy at least one crying ego around here, don't we? Since Brent's not nice enough to play by Payne's rules and let him win, I figured one of us should at least make those basement federation, supercool, best wrestler-in-the-world type guys feel good about himself, huh? After all, you saw him after the match, as those slitted eyes were at the widest they'd ever been, and he took his thumb sized cock, shrunk it up to the genitals in which he properly exhibits himself to have, and ran, knowing that he couldn't best Jon Pryor, and neither could his running buddy, Jon Payne... so in essence, you should thank me for getting one ego cloud out of here.
NOw, onto why you're truly out here, since the shit talk is going to another level entirely... tell me... just exactly what kind of match did you have in mind?" |
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Post by King Vegas on Feb 6, 2007 13:43:22 GMT -4
Intriguing how so very many lies could escape from a man's lips and he still be considered...Well even considered significant...That smirk growing on his face from the comments sent his way he chimes in...
[glow=red,2,300]Now THAT...THAT Mr. Pryor...Was entertaining to say the least...Monkey...Looking broad?...Such a shame...Such a shame for my beautiful Laura to receive such treatment from a man who wed a creature with an unidentified gender status and a tendency to screw half...Oh I'm sorry sir...OVER half of the very men you called your "friends"...That is quite humorous coming from you...*Ahem*...Don't do it again sir...Now...Onto the fact of why I came out here...[/glow]
He lowers the microphone once more, allowing for the fans reaction to be heard throughout the arena. Once the reactions had subsided finally he continues...
[glow=red,2,300]You stated a moment ago that...King...Vegas?...Was one of those NOT...Good enough to reach YOUR level Mr. Pryor...YOUR...Level? Ha Ha...And exactly what level is that sir? A level that entails being the longest running champion of a company that exists no more?...Is that what you are referring to? Or is it the bundle of lies and misguided and unwarranted praise you have received throughout your career when the truth of the matter is that the sole reason for your "success" thus far was lack of a BETTER replacement...All of that changed with the emergence of yours truly onto the scene though...You know it...I know it...King Vegas!...Is the Pinnacle of Perfection inside of that ring you stand in my friend...Make no mistakes about it...Despite our past affiliation and collaborations with one another, there will be NO mercy shown in that very ring come Full Throttle...You believe Vegas to NOT be on YOUR level?...Prove it!...Those words mean absolutely nothing if you aren't willing to validate them with your actions sir...The match?...Nothing fancy my friend...Not at all...One...On One...Something your last fling wouldn't know anything about...So...What will it be Pryor?...Is that fitting for our very first confrontation in the hopefully long line of many more to come?...Indeed it will be a blockbuster caliber match up...IF...You're still positive you still want it?...[/glow]
Once again lowering his microphone, his gaze meets the sea of fans present...The scowl showing his disapproval of their opinions being shown as he awaits a response...
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Post by bar on Feb 6, 2007 14:12:20 GMT -4
"Oh, I know that I want it... Because, you see... despite the sum that my contract was bought for, I'm stuck on the bottom rung... and I take a look around here, and see these self-proclaimed bars around here... hell, myself included, and I'm thinking to myself... why even bother fighting the likes of Joe Bruiser, PornStar, Abomination, and the like when I can shoot for the ones that were selected to fight for the titles? Ah... yes, Vegas... you and I will fight at Full Throttle, you want a singles match? That's fine by me... as I'm sure that we will not be through after just one." [/center] |
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Post by King Vegas on Feb 6, 2007 14:16:43 GMT -4
[glow=red,2,300]Ha Ha...Oh I KNOW we won't be finished after JUST one Mr. Pryor...I can promise you that much my friend...
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With that Vegas drops the mic from his hands, the sound of it crashing against the steel heard throughout in unison with the beginning chords of his entrance theme as he raises his fist up above his head signaling the agreement between him and his old friend. The stage was set and two of the industry's best would step inside of the squared circle and find out...Just who was truly the best between the two.
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