Post by Jon Pryor on Apr 20, 2009 10:02:53 GMT -5
The camera shifts back to the locker room, following LockUP!. Jon Pryor is seen coming back from his victory over Jyndal's partner, Shayne William with the cocky smirk on his face. He stops in his tracks when he sees who towers over him. The lumbering beast steps toward him, and then Jon can only just bust out laughing, before slapping hands with the beast. It was Heretic's heavily tattooed body that the camera panned up to see. "That was some good shit, wasn't it?"
Jon turns to the camera, slinging his GCW World Championship over his shoulder. "I gotta give it to ya, Jack... You tried real hard. Brought your A game, reached for the brass ring... all of those thuper metaphors.... but here's the end result. You failed. In epic fashion. He chuckles some more before sizing up his assosciate. "You said "Pick anyone," right? How'd you like my little blast from the past? He was a body guard for a reason, Jack. Hell, you knew that when you hired him too. And tonight, you felt the exactly why.... Tell you what, I did actually, really cringe when he snapped off that Dominator at blistering speeds. I mean, either way, getting slammed onto your gut sucks, hurts, but with how fast he whipped you off of his shoulders? Have you gotten an X-ray on your ribs yet? Sheesh.
Tell you what, Jack... I'm feeling real good. I think I'm going to need a challenge. But, before I move on to FIND that challenge... I'll not completely dash your title hopes and dreams. Yet. Challenge me. You pick the stip. I'll see you at MindGames. I'll beat you at your own game, and then? We see what Amanda has to cook up, yes? Until then? Look at how pretty this is, and how much you wish you had it..."
Jon dangles his belt in front of the camera lense, his name on the belt glistening in the camera. The screen then fades.
Jon turns to the camera, slinging his GCW World Championship over his shoulder. "I gotta give it to ya, Jack... You tried real hard. Brought your A game, reached for the brass ring... all of those thuper metaphors.... but here's the end result. You failed. In epic fashion. He chuckles some more before sizing up his assosciate. "You said "Pick anyone," right? How'd you like my little blast from the past? He was a body guard for a reason, Jack. Hell, you knew that when you hired him too. And tonight, you felt the exactly why.... Tell you what, I did actually, really cringe when he snapped off that Dominator at blistering speeds. I mean, either way, getting slammed onto your gut sucks, hurts, but with how fast he whipped you off of his shoulders? Have you gotten an X-ray on your ribs yet? Sheesh.
Tell you what, Jack... I'm feeling real good. I think I'm going to need a challenge. But, before I move on to FIND that challenge... I'll not completely dash your title hopes and dreams. Yet. Challenge me. You pick the stip. I'll see you at MindGames. I'll beat you at your own game, and then? We see what Amanda has to cook up, yes? Until then? Look at how pretty this is, and how much you wish you had it..."
Jon dangles his belt in front of the camera lense, his name on the belt glistening in the camera. The screen then fades.