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Smith: With the Road To Salvation kicking off and a few wrestlers stating their business already, we are well and truly getting pumped for this show.
Brunswick: Thats right we are, we have a great line up to kick start this new year.
The crowd are on a high at the moment chants for Jesse can still be heard through out them, suddenly the mood gets taken away as the arena goes black.
Brunswick: Oh great, I only need on guess for who this is.
Smith: You know Brunny, he has begun to grow on me
No music hits the speakers, but Mercer is at the top of the ramp with the lights flickering on and off, he walks down to the ring with the vacant look of a lost soul on his face. Once in the ring the fans start to chant 'Where's the drug test, Where's the drug test'. A joke that has been circulating around PRW. Mercers face stiffens as he look out to the people,
Mercer: Go ahead, hate me. Hate me because I know what I want and I know how to get it. I put on a show for you people, I think I deserve a little respect.
The crowd boo as Mercer demands the respect of the people,
Smith: Come on people this guy is a monster, I can see a bright future ahead of him.
Brunswick: I can see nothing but darkness with him.
Mercer: I know I can let my anger get the best of me som...most of the time, but it works for me; I have harnessed my dark side and it gets the job done. I am undefeated and I will remain that way for as long as I stay focused and work hard. There is nobody in the back that works harder than me, I'm in my gym almost twenty-four hours a day, I have practised my moves, my holds, my slams; and my strikes to damn near perfection, who else works harder than me? Wrestling is where I belong, wrestling is my; it's my destiny. Soon I will be facing Endura once again , she's a thorn in my side that doesn't want to move, I eat, sleep and breath, beating her. She thinks I will be her rise to fame, that I will be just a stepping stone so she can rise to the top of PRW; she is wrong. When I beat her at Salvation I will automatically take her Cyanide belt, I will take what little momentum she has, I will take the points for the win; and I will take away her career.
Pausing for a moment he looks up at the stage, he takes a deep breath and continues.
Mercer: I'm half expecting her to turn up tonight, but I know she wouldn't be foolish enough to risk her chances of making it to Salvation; but then again when have women been the most logical thinkers?
Mercer smiles to himself.
Mercer: Risks.....She took a risk winning that title, she took a risk sending an open challenge; she took a risk of wanting to fight ME.... I want to issue a warning to every wrestler in the back there before I continue, if anyone touches Endura after her belt, before salvation, I will stop you, I will drag you off her assumed limp body and I will beat you until beg me to stop, you will beg me to stop. Endura is forbidden territory, until I finish with her at Salvation; that bitch is mine......
Mercer then takes his t-shirt off and throws it into the crowd; it gets thrown back. The anger on Mercer's face was terrifying, his muscles tense up and veins start appearing over his body.
Mercer: Who threw that back? Why do you people taunt me like this? Do i not give you everything i have? Is that still not good enough for you? You do know this is going to make it worse for her, right? I don't understand you fucking dumb, lazy; average human beings, I should be worshiped like a god to you people, but instead i get the piss taken out of me by commentators, you people boo me, i get hit in the face with a title belt. I NEED to be RESPECTED. The way i see it, I'm not going to gain your respect, I'm going to have to force you to respect me. Once I'm at the top of the food chain around here, you will have to respect me.
Brunswick: Oh no Smith, I think he heard you keep disrespecting him.
Endura's music blared and a pop for familiarity and appreciation followed. The Striptastic One was daring an appearance tonight, despite threats leveled by Mercer against her doing so. The blond soon appeared, sauntering through the curtain and out onto the tron stage, where, she stood akimbo, microphone in her right hand, Cyanide Strap resting over her left shoulder.
Smith: Go back, go back! Don't come any further, Endura!
Brunswick: The Blondshell has arrived, and it looks like she intends to have words with Mercer...
Smith: This won't end amiably, or well, Brunny!
Brunswick: No, Doug, it wont... With her left hand, Endura performed a cutting motion across her neck and her music died from the speaker system. Then she brought the microphone to her lips.
Endura: Salutations...TEMPE! A cheap pop, and much appreciated. The crowd offered up a decent cheer for the rookie as she smiled slyly out over them before turning her attention to the man in the ring. A scowl slowly formed, furrowing her brow.
Endura: And salutations, Mr. Mercer. I see you've taken to this whole thing between I and you to heart, and made it deeply personal. I am yours, and you, dear man, are all mine...
Endura began to pace, back and forth, back and forth. She looked down briefly, seeming to consider something before she looked back up at Mercer.
Endura: I would have this no other way. At Salvation, our violence may come to a close, our little feud may find resolution, but I can't help but feel that it will be an armistice, a cessation before greater war to come farther down the line. You see, Mercer, I awakened you, but brought out the wrestler in me. In our first match, you helped me, hurt me, but helped me... Stopping before the ramp, Endura looked down it and pointed three fingers with her left hand straight at Mercer. Her face was all serious.
Endura: You helped me grow, and realize what being a wrestler, what being here in Tempe Arizona (another pop), or Dallas Texas, or Monterrey Mexico, or India, or Japan, or any other place that this company will travel to in a year, Hell, in a decade, means!
Pointed hand trembling, Endura was getting the crowd riled up, signs were being pumped high and the crowd already crackling vocally.
Endura: What it means, Mercer, what THIS means (Endura's pointed hand recedes back and pats her title), is more than just a paycheck, more than just making boasts and making threats...Mercer, my God, man, it means we are competitors inheriting a much traveled coliseum. We inhabit a violent stage and a brutal tradition; by me standing here, and you standing there, we carry on something profound. We are the next generation, the progeny of PRW, and for that we are privileged! The crowd popped at this conclusion, getting high off the blond's intense energy. Endura herself, started down the ramp.
Endura: Yes, this is personal, Mercer, and yes we will settle at Salvation by pulling out all our stops and beating each other senseless. But let me make something implicitly clear to you and everyone here tonight...
Coming to the end of the ramp, Endura stopped and pointed up at a fuming Mercer. Endura: You may beat me, break me, make good all your promises like the good boy I know you are beneath all that "dark side" you profess to exude, but know this. I will always be standing again. You will never destroy me completely, Mercer, because I am more than just this voluptuous and vestal body...I am willful as likened to the iron you pump, and strength likened to the steroids that fuel your very own, and...
By this point, Endura has made the stairs, ascended, and ducking into the ring.
Endura: My courage is likened to your churlishness, vast and deep seeded! The crowd roared as Mercer lunged at Endura with a Clothesline aimed at her throat, but the agile blond ducked it fast, her microphone dropping to the mat as she headed full speed into the ropes behind him. As Mercer whirled about face, Endura was inbound and leaping up, left hand holding the title over her pulled back right hand. The crowd stood in unison, cameras at the ready.
They knew what was about to happen.
Smith: Blondie Blast! Blondie Blast! Brunny, she hit the Blondie Blast on Mercer!
Brunswick: Using the title for additional oomph, Mercer is down! Practically coming down on top of Manik Mercer, Endura scrambled fast on the canvas, snatching her strap and rolling across the apron to the outside. Meanwhile, Mercer riled about with his hands held to his forehead where the Blondie Blast had found its mark. His hands came away red with blood, a smeared, scarlet patch across his brow visible to all.
Endura had busted him wide open!
Backward walking up the ramp, strap held aloft in her right hand, Endura beamed at Mercer and her handy work as the man himself sobered to the moment. Never a more heated, and frightening murder face was to be seen. The expression was aimed right at the retreating Endura.
The battle lines drawn, and the opening salvos fired, Salvation would be there point of conflict. Smith: Josh, he's gonna kill her!
Brunswick: We don't know that, Doug...if Endura can land anything powerful enough to keep him down, maybe, just maybe she'll stand a ghost of a chance!" The last shot from a camera is a close up on Mercer and his bloodied face as he glared and bared teeth at Endura with a snarl.
This was the beginning of the end.
This just in...a severe case of @$$ Whippin'!
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