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Topic Started: Dec 30 2014, 11:45 PM (131 Views)
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The crowd stirred at David Rose's classical number for the women whose disposition is the shedding of the layers. One of said ilk appeared through the curtain, a newcomer skipping stones across the torrid PRW surface.

Endura.

Dressed in a tight pink top and micro short bottoms, she framed her full hips with her hands and stood akimbo on the tron stage. The Cyanide around her waist. Nose in the air, eyes staring down it at the ring, Endura tossed her head, flicking golden locks, before she started down the ramp with her alluring strut.

The commentary kicked in over her music to the viewership at home.


Saget: Making her way to the ring from "In your dreams", standing at 5'8'' and weighing in at 135lbs...EEEEEEENNNNNNDUUUURRRRRAAAA!!!

Smith: All hail the Fap Fatale!

Brunswick: (sigh) That she is, Doug, but she's starting to materialize as something more insidious in recent weeks. Retaking the Cyanide Title from twenty day champion Biscuit Owens, and interfering in a match between Jeannie Rose and Haruna Urashima on Midnight Run!


Brunny queued the footage up...

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PRW 24/7 -Last Night-

As Owens walked on, he realized that this didn't seem so. Endura appeared to be lost in musings all her own. And where was she going with that chair? He slowed his pace a little and prepared to call out to the blond when she finally looked up and callously tossed the chair at him with no preamble!

Biscuit caught the missile with both hands.

Endura charged in, jumped, and spun through the air, heel meeting steel. the crack echoed loudly and a surprised gasp was to be heard from Biscuit as he collapsed backwards to the floor. Landing hard herself, Endura groaned and scrambled over to Owens, hand grabbing at her own heel that had made contact . She snatched the chair from off of the ground and stood away from the Cyanide champion, taking the strap with her.

She unfolded the chair, and set it, then walked away from it a good distance as Biscuit started to rally himself up off the floor.

Wincing as she took a three point stance, Endura positioned the strap over her right fist and held it in place with her left. When Owens staggered up to a vertical base, Endura charged in headlong. She used the chair for a mount to leap off of, hitting it fast and vaulting straight at the dazed Owens, who, turned about as Endura cocked back her right.

The Blondie Blast struck home, with the Cyanide strap acting like a modified cestus.

The impact floored Owens, Endura crashing down on top of him. Conflicted between whether she should hold her leg or her fist, Endura opted to play through the pain instead. Hooking the leg with her left arm

Geoff slides in to make the count again

ONE


TWO


THREE!!!

NEW CYANIDE CHAMPION...... ENDURA!!!!


The image box did a neat graphics shift, "spinning" the box to another time and place...
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Midnight Run -This Morning-

Endura stepped away from the apron, her hand reaching into the brown bag. Meanwhile, Jeannie had managed a crouch, but was still dizzy when eight echoed to her ears. About then, Endura slowly drew the contents within the bag out...

Smith: Is that a mask?!

Brunswick: Oh crap!

Smith: What?!

Brunswick: Don't you recognize that mask!?

Nine sounded as Jeannie Rose powered up on trembling legs. At that very moment, Endura tossed the mask right at Haruna, who, caught the thing in both hands and looked at it. A moment passed with confusion written all over Haruna's face before she suddenly recoiled and dropped the black, grinning, lacy mask to the mat.

Looking up at Endura, Haruna watched her back step up the ramp, hands held above her head in a parody of her cross armed peace sign. Endura was chucking cross armed deuces back at her. This drew a mixed response from the crowd, a smattering of booing and cheering.

Dia Dorian's mask had just been delivered to her betrayer at Bloodletting.

Haruna tore herself away, her expression crushed, and crest fallen, and turned right into a Super Kick to her face, courtesy of Jeannie Rose!


Smith: Her motivations are not quite apparent as to why she's taking revenge for Dorian's sake, but it's bound to have repercussions down the road. One doesn't simply cross outer affiliates of The Onslaught and walk away with impunity!

Brunswick: Blood will tell...

Smith: Quiet! this is our favorite part, Brunny!


Having entered the ring in her typical way via Saget assist, Endura went to her usual corner, and went about dropping it low and arching her back. Making her pink micro shorts strain against her ample curves.

There was the typical reaction of hollering and whistling as Endura looked over her shoulder and winked at the focusing cam, but the recent antics against Haruna had added some heat to it while upping the volume of the pops she was getting.

Perhaps there was a number that saw what Endura carried out as evening the score for what Haru had done several months back. Perhaps there was a number that felt Haruna was no longer a PRW worker but a Wild Heart's one instead, and felt Endura's actions was ousting a now outsider. regardless, while Endura had managed to mix her crowd reaction further, she'd increased it audibly as well.

They knew her now, and were watching her with at least mild interest.

Walking over to Saget, Endura requested his microphone, received it, and soon stood alone before an arena full of spectators. She brought the microphone to her lips and raised the back of her left hand before her face.

What followed was a malicious, cold and cruel titter.

The crowd reacted mixed, but reacted to the gesture becoming commonplace with the Blondshell. Lowering her hand, Endura spoke over the microphone.


Endura: Salutations...Anaheim.

A brief pop sounded, cheap heat, and Endura barely halted for it. Gesturing her left hand, palm up, toward the ceiling.

Endura: The New Year is upon us, and so is that ever divine, glorious Salvation. Some of you already have your will, or at least enthusiasm, set to resolutions you hope to keep. You have my emotional support, for all that's worth. And I hope I have yours, because that is worth something given its quantity.

Another brief, audible pop sounded from the crowd, they liked that she was pandering to them some. Talking to them directly.

Endura: I don't have a resolution but a confrontation that will be upon me very soon. I must, NEED to render a conclusion to it, and walk away satisfied. Regardless of outcome. But...

Endura paused, hand flicking back some straw blond strands.

Endura: But I can affect the outcome before stepping into the ring, making it favorable towards me without striking a physical blow to my foe...but a moral one!

Endura looked down at the Cyanide strap around her waist, and grinned. Her left hand went to her back, and undid the belt. She held the object of entry level value before her like a string of priceless pearls, and marveled at it.

Endura: Mercer, you took my momentum from me. Something that can take a considerable amount of time for me to get back. You stopped me dead in my tracks and forced me to see nothing but you. To think of little but you. Distracting me even from a more pressing pursuit...you occupy my mind, and torment me, Mercer.

The crowd is silent, wondering where this is supposed to be going.


Endura: Now it is time for me to return the favor. You took all I had from me, so now I've taken what you always wanted, and all it required was punching out a cow puncher.
Endura held the title out and away from her, facing the strap plate toward the tron stage and Guerrilla curtain. Her eyes grew more intent, narrowing sharply.

Endura: By blasting Owens and taking the Cyanide title back, I have obtained something you could not Mercer. Obtained something you desperately wanted.

Again, she paused. Endura's grin disappeared as she leaned her posture forward, bringing the microphone closer to her lips. her words were almost whispered.

Endura: A MATCH with RAZER!

The crowd cheered, perhaps largely for Razer. Honestly, the man was in everything! But some of that could only have been directed at Endura for building to her point, and striking a nasty barb at her current quarrel.

Walking to the apron, Endura flopped the grotesque looking belt over the top rope; still holding it, but obviously parading the object antagonistically.


Endura: By taking this title twice, I have insured myself to be in the Cyanide Season finale against Razer. Gates out of the equation, I am currently leading in title runs this season, with very little of the season left for anyone to take the lead from me. Razer can blow me off all he wants like he did you, Mercer, but in the end, he will have to deal with me whether he wants to or not.

Grinning wider, Endura leaned over the top rope some, steadying herself with a white booted foot on the middle rope. She held the title aloft and looked it up and down before returning her gaze to the tron stage.

Endura: In fact, it will be the second time I've been in the ring with him! (sigh) This worthless bauble insures me a likely ass beating, I guess, but it's one you won't have the pleasure of receiving yourself. Mercer. You may halt me, but then I shall simply go about taking something you can't have. You may break me like you say, but I'll turn around and acquire what has been denied you. You may threaten my end on Twitter, but in this very ring I will proclaim that I have begun!

Endura stretched out her arm, and held the title as high as possible.

Endura: This title is to you as the very poison it is named after, and I have just flowed it through your veins, Mercer! So flow your tears, you will require Salvation, I will acquire validation!

The punchline, so to speak, having been reached, the crowd gave Endura some vocal appreciation as she watched the curtain intently. Waiting?

TBC: Give me Hell, Mercer! ;)
Edited by JJDoe, Dec 30 2014, 11:47 PM.
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As the music hits the speakers jeers echo through out the arena, some cheers can be heard but not many; the lights start flickering in a bright white strobe fashion. When the darkness falls over the arena the crowd become silent, the scream cracks through the speakers and the lights fixate onto Mercer who is standing at the top of the ramp; his elbows tucked into his side and his arms pointing out, with his fist clenched, he is screaming along with the track. The lights begin to flicker again once he starts to make his way down to the ring, he rolls right under the bottom rope and stands face to face with Endura. The music stops.

Smith: This guy does give me the creeps Brunny, there is just something about him I don't like.

Brunswick: I understand what you mean. He has been in the gym ever since his last match and you can tell he looks a lot bigger.

Smith: Yeah, I didn't think that was possible.

Mercer snatches the microphone out of Endura's hand and goes to walk away, he pauses for a second and turn back to face Endura; he snatches the title from her hands also.

Mercer: If I wanted your belt I could take your belt, do you think you are in control? Do you think you have played me? I'm in control, I let you win this title; I could have stopped you from winning it but I didn't. I was there when you won it, I was there when the ref came running towards you; I let you win it. You see Endura I could take this from you right now.

Mercer holds the belt up in the air taunting Endura.

Mercer: But I don't want it, I don't want the match with Razer..... yet. All I want is to end you; in our match you showed me a side I've been suppressing a side I didn't want to be let out. Now he is here.

Mercer chucks back the belt and Endura catches it. He moves slowly around the ring, Endura never takes her eyes off him.

Mercer: Endura this is all about you now, I haven't been in the gym training for Razer; I'm training for you. The Blonde Bombshell has finally become the centre of attention, well at least for me you have. Professional wrestling is filled with bimbo's like you Endura, girls who didn't get daddies attention so they whore themselves out because they crave male acceptance, you show your ass and tits because you are alone; this total bitch attitude is because you are scared to get close to someone. I with you Endura, (hahaha) I am always with you. Granted I may not be what you where looking for but ..you got me.

Taking a couple steps towards her Mercer has a weird smile on his face.

Smith: look at him trying to get into her head, it wont work Endura is a strong woman.

Brunswick: He may be right though, I don't think she wanted his attention. Now she is stuck with it.

Mercer grabs hold of Endura's hair, the crowd pops anticipating some action but Mercer gently runs his fingers through, reaching the end he steps back.

Mercer: Enjoy this fame while you can Endura, take in the fans; take in the exposure. When it comes to Salvation all you will be taking is a beating; I will end your career, then you wont have to worry about momentum, you wont have to worry about taking a beating from Razer and you wont have to worry about PRW. You wont have to worry about me. Just to remind you how it will end PLAY THE TAPE.

Mercer points out to the titan screens.

With each step Mercer gets closer and closer, he finally reaches Endura, he spins her around and lifts her onto his shoulders; still trembling he drops to one knee the fire in his body is still there, his legs are screaming out to him, his shoulders have become numb, but he must finish this match, he must defeat this woman tonight. With all the strength his has left he rises back to his feet, he shouts something incoherent then proceeds to lift Endura above his head and brings her crashing down onto his knee. The place falls silent; Mercer lets Endura flop on her back, he puts on hand on her face and the other hooks the leg….

TBC-ENDURA (finish up)
Edited by goldenape, Dec 31 2014, 05:59 AM.
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Endura turned away from the screen, face looking all but murderous. Daggers for Mercer, she stared up into his face, bared her teeth in a cross between a grin and snarl, and held the title up over her head with one hand.

She pointed at herself, mouthed something that the microphone in Mercer's hand and the nearby camera didn't catch and then started to turn away. Mercer snapped something at her back verbally, but didn't speak it into the microphone so no one in the crowd heard it, and neither did the camera men.

Notably, Endura stiffened, halted, and then swung about fast, slapping the hand Mercer held the microphone in. The object reported the impact, and its tumble to the mat with several loud pops as Endura stepped into Mercer's personal space, shouting into his face. Mercer loomed large, grimaced at whatever was shouted at him and started tensing his hands and arms visibly.


Smith: Brunny, this thing is about to get quite gruesome!

Brunswick: Harsh words are being exchanged in there, and one of these two is going to cut loose!


Endura started to turn away once again, but was arrested at the shoulder by one of Mercer's massive hands, and spun around. Endura came about face with a surprise. An upward arcing strike with her belt, almost hopping to land the belt plate right into Mercer's jawline. The blow has all of Endura's force behind it, throwing her off kilter, while the blow itself caught Mercer so completely off guard that he toppled backwards.

Both landed in a heap on the mat. Endura abandoned the title and mounted Mercer, raining down Girly Punches to his forehead and face in rapid fire as the crowd erupted with pops over seeing the much anticipated violence finally come about. But the assault didn't last. Mercer framed Endura's hips with his hands and pressed her up and off him with one sudden, explosive thrust of his arms.

Endura came down hard, unprepared for the prodigious force that sent her flying.


Brunswick: Oh my God!

Smith: What the F*ck?! Did you see that power?!


Staggering up, Endura was wound to discover that Mercer was standing as well. She rushed in and cocked back a forearm to strike, swinging it in at the towering behemoth, but Mercer snagged it in transit, holding it fast. The Clothesline that followed was simple and effective, all Mercer had to do was step through fast and swing. Endura flopped down hard on the mat, laid out by the shear force of the blow.

Mercer dragged Endura back up by her hair, took one of her arms and aimed her right at the far left turnbuckle. Then he whipped her at it, so hard that he dropped to one knee in the process of administering the whip itself. Unimpeded, Endura went hard into the turnbuckle back first, and flipped backwards over the left side ropes, crashed against the apron and spilled to the outside.

Endura curled into a ball on the outside, eyes shut tightly, and hands grasping at the back of her head. Mercer retrieved the Cyanide Title from off the mat, and walked to the apron, holding it aloft over his head.

Then Mercer tossed the strap on top of Endura's crumpled form before turning away and heading for the other end of the ring, dropping down and sliding beneath the bottom rope across the apron. He walked up the ramp, his music blaring from the PA system as the crowd shouted, booed, and cheered their opinions in mass. Meanwhile, Endura shouldered the strap, and dragged herself up with the aid of the ring post, slouching against it as she glared into Mercer's muscular back.


Brunswick: Did you see that?!

Smith: Yeah! And I can't believe that Endura is actually conscious either, never mind standing!

Brunswick (queuing up a replay): That whip, what awesome power!


The replay of the whip, and its results, played on the tron, and for the folks at home. The impact and tumbles replayed at various angles.

Brunswick: Is it even possible for someone her stature to weather a man of that physical magnitude, Doug?!

Smith: I'm not going to say it's impossible, Brunny, but it's highly unlikely for Endura to come out on top in a straight up knock down, drag out fight against a monster like Mercer!


A close up snapped of Endura, face intense, as she continued to watch Mercer leave; it may have seemed as if he had already won this feud before it had started.

-end-
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