Post by Jon Pryor on Mar 1, 2009 22:29:24 GMT -5
Jon was beginning to get desperate.
The Championship was calling out to him... but the hurdle grew more and more throughout the night.
Jin possibly wasn't expecting how quickly Jon would come out firing after the press conference.
Jon slid into a groove after that first pin fall and had to scramble to come back, tying the match at the end of regulation.
He could hardly support himself in the corner after regulation, awaiting for an official call from Amanda Wallace. His burning desire stared straight at Remmy as he cleaned the blood following the original match, until he summoned every remaining bit of energy for the restarted match. He was coming full force. Finally, redemption. Jon went back to basics, hitting his former finisher, the Afterburn Exploder, keeping Jin held tight for a quick pin, 1-2-3...
Redemption.
Jon rolled off of him, collapsing to his knees, bending at the waist and burying his head in his forearms on the ground, struggling to breathe. The sound of victory exploded over the speakers. Forcefully, he finally brings his upper torso straight, accepting the shining, sparkling, GCW World Championship with hardly life-like hands. He was utterly exhausted as he took the belt in both hands, staring into it.
Fireworks exploded, confetti fell. GCW was celebrating its first World Champion under the newly re-christened belt, a chance to re-write the history of Heavyweight Champions within the organization. Jon is lost in the moment, clutching for dear life for something that over a year ago, seemed impossible to ever do again. When he was decidedly retired, having faked his death for solitude.
The solitude that re-ignited the fire inside of him. Crawling, he reaches the bottom rope, flopping on his back after losing his balance. The toll of the match was clearly evident. He slung the championship over his shoulder, grasping the middle rope with both hands. His muscles tensed, he pulled himself up, using the ropes to support himself. He slung one arm over the top rope, sort of hanging, yet with his free arm, he brings the championship to eye level, staring at it in a hypnotic gaze. He raises his fist, showcasing the championship to all of the fans, none of them leaving the epic encounter. Remmy was on the receiving end as well of the standing ovation that Jon was getting.
For those watching at home, this is where the show ended, fading from view.
3 Days Later
The moment played through and through in his mind. The time now was 3:26 AM. He couldn't sleep.
Jon rolled to his side, grasping the side of his bed with his still sore hands. Every part of him ached. He sat up straight, coughing before groaning. Looking forward at his nightstand, there it sat. Staring back at him. A sense of ownership it seemed exhuded from the championship.
"It never ends... does it..." Jon phrased it as more a statement then a question. To no-one but the championship before him. He was bound and determined to have this be the defining championshp, not only for himself, but for GCW despite the stance the fans have taken against him.
He reaches over, grabbing the glass of water sitting by the belt. Opening the pain killers, taking one of them. Never once, did his eyes leave the belt. And they wouldn't until slumber finally took him over, at a time he didn't track when.
The championship had consumed him.
The Championship was calling out to him... but the hurdle grew more and more throughout the night.
Jin possibly wasn't expecting how quickly Jon would come out firing after the press conference.
Jon slid into a groove after that first pin fall and had to scramble to come back, tying the match at the end of regulation.
He could hardly support himself in the corner after regulation, awaiting for an official call from Amanda Wallace. His burning desire stared straight at Remmy as he cleaned the blood following the original match, until he summoned every remaining bit of energy for the restarted match. He was coming full force. Finally, redemption. Jon went back to basics, hitting his former finisher, the Afterburn Exploder, keeping Jin held tight for a quick pin, 1-2-3...
Redemption.
Jon rolled off of him, collapsing to his knees, bending at the waist and burying his head in his forearms on the ground, struggling to breathe. The sound of victory exploded over the speakers. Forcefully, he finally brings his upper torso straight, accepting the shining, sparkling, GCW World Championship with hardly life-like hands. He was utterly exhausted as he took the belt in both hands, staring into it.
Fireworks exploded, confetti fell. GCW was celebrating its first World Champion under the newly re-christened belt, a chance to re-write the history of Heavyweight Champions within the organization. Jon is lost in the moment, clutching for dear life for something that over a year ago, seemed impossible to ever do again. When he was decidedly retired, having faked his death for solitude.
The solitude that re-ignited the fire inside of him. Crawling, he reaches the bottom rope, flopping on his back after losing his balance. The toll of the match was clearly evident. He slung the championship over his shoulder, grasping the middle rope with both hands. His muscles tensed, he pulled himself up, using the ropes to support himself. He slung one arm over the top rope, sort of hanging, yet with his free arm, he brings the championship to eye level, staring at it in a hypnotic gaze. He raises his fist, showcasing the championship to all of the fans, none of them leaving the epic encounter. Remmy was on the receiving end as well of the standing ovation that Jon was getting.
For those watching at home, this is where the show ended, fading from view.
3 Days Later
The moment played through and through in his mind. The time now was 3:26 AM. He couldn't sleep.
Jon rolled to his side, grasping the side of his bed with his still sore hands. Every part of him ached. He sat up straight, coughing before groaning. Looking forward at his nightstand, there it sat. Staring back at him. A sense of ownership it seemed exhuded from the championship.
"It never ends... does it..." Jon phrased it as more a statement then a question. To no-one but the championship before him. He was bound and determined to have this be the defining championshp, not only for himself, but for GCW despite the stance the fans have taken against him.
He reaches over, grabbing the glass of water sitting by the belt. Opening the pain killers, taking one of them. Never once, did his eyes leave the belt. And they wouldn't until slumber finally took him over, at a time he didn't track when.
The championship had consumed him.