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Revenge in easy pieces PT. 5; They meet...
Topic Started: Feb 2 2015, 07:50 PM (130 Views)
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The lights go down.

Hozier: I watch the work of my kin bold and boyful
Toying somewhere between love and abuse...


Brunswick: Welcome back to 24/7, folks!

Smith: And here we go again!


Hozier: Calling to join them the wretched and joyful
Shaking the wings of their terrible youths...


The slow, soulful vocals ooze from the speakers as "1st" appears on both tron screens in bold white, and counts up by that method. 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th, 9th...and holds in darkness as the crowd starts agitating as..."10th" materializes larger than life on both screens, drawing a huge pop from the Lucky Ones and waves of intense heat from one third of the crowd.

The rest agitated in their seats.

Hozier: Freshly disowned in some frozen devotion
No more alone or myself could I be
Looks like a strain to the arms it were open
No shortage of sordid, no protest from me...


The lights come on in gold, Suerte is kneeling one knee on the tron and her hands are stacked atop the bent one, her head rests on top of them in a formal bow. The Lucky Ones are already off on a vocal tear, cancelling out the heat by themselves as the chorus of the song blares from the sound system.

Hozier: With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene.


Suerte raises her head slowly, and looks at two clowns in the ring with...disappointment. She rises to her feet, and starts down the ramp, she looks visibly upset and put out, almost dragging her feet.

The Womanbeast is still ready to wreck, ready to maim and kill her prey, but one can easily see that her heart won't be in it tonight.

Saget: And their opponent, making her way to the ring from Sacramento California, weighing in at 257lbs, standing at 6'11''...the 10th Wonder of the World....SSSSUUUEEERRRTEEE!!!

Smith: You can tell she's been hoping for Reese to be out here waiting for her one of these nights!

Brunswick: This tear that she's been on has been a destructive one, and she has yet to open up about it verbally. Most assume it is vengeful warpath to draw Reese out just as much as frighten him!

Smith: Maybe it's working! No Reese, but his Lynch Mob keeps falling one by one...tonight by two!



Hozier: With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene.


Making the apron, Suerte pauses. She looks up at both clowns, namely Bubsey, with a frozen expression. Then, she heads for the stairs and steps over the ropes, into the ring and walks to the center. Bubsey, despite himself holds his ground before the 10th Wonder with Bubette cowering behind him.

Mutsumi signals the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Suerte rears back her arm, hand forming the Chop Sign. Bubsey bolts forward and off to the side of Suerte, hitting the ropes behind her. Suerte steps through and swings down on Bubette to the roar of the crowd.

CLOP!

As Bubette goes down limp to the mat, Bubsey is coming off the rebound. Suerte swinging about with her mighty blow is wide open for receiving the dastardly clown, steps forward and snags his head while twirling him up off the mat.

Suspended from Suerte's arms in a Sleeper, or Suerte's variant of it, all Bubsey can do is kick fruitlessly as he struggles to pry himself from the Giantess's arms. The Dulces Suenos locked in, Mutsumi checks it to make sure that it is proper and not a choke, and then asks Bubsey if he gives.

To the clown's merit, he goes by way of the Sleeper and doesn't tap prematurely...he merely goes to sleep as intended. Suerte then dumps him across his female counterpart dejectedly, looking like a wasteland.

Smith: And that has to be a new record, Brunny.

Brunswick: That was scary fast!


DING! DING! DING!

Saget enters the ring promptly.

Saget: And your winner of this Handicap Match...SSSSUUUUEEERRRTEEE!

No sooner are the words out of his mouth when one of Suerte's powerful hands clasps his wrist to the hand holding the mic. Saget noticeably stiffens as Suerte calmly and gingerly plucks the mic from his shaking hand. She nods at him and gives him a half hearted smile. Saget takes that queue to spring from the ring as Suerte looks up the ramp at the curtain. Her thousand yard stare seeming to pierce into the backstage as it lingers.

The Lucky Ones chant her name.

Suerte: When this began, I thought it was going to be you and I...together. You put me in a place I'd never been with a man. One on one, exchanging blows, trading welts, sweat and saliva...heh...but unlike any other man, you brought me to my knees, laid me down on my back. It makes a girl feel good sometimes, to know that a boy can dip her, let alone carry her over thresholds. Call me old fashioned, but I needed that knowledge...

She pauses. Her eyes have never left the curtain though as the Lucky Ones abate.

Suerte: When I was away, all I've ever thought about between shoots on set was you. You became my drive in the gym, in physical rehab and even in front of the camera. All I could think about was how much I wanted, needed, to get back here, just so I could see you again...

Another pause. She looks away from the Guerrilla finally, and down at her feet, her free hand fanning out over the crowd. The Lucky Ones pop immediately while heat roars from the rest.

Suerte: The welcome was warm. And who should be the first to greet me? None other than Raven, Lady death herself, and we resumed where we left off, gave to the people what I and her had promised each other...and after...afterwards, I had expected you, wanted you...


Looking back up at the Guerrilla, Suerte's dejected mask is now a furious, cold glare.

Suerte: But never, never did you take the time, to stand in front of me and tell me how special what we had was...so I went looking, but you're always away, and fixated on other women...and a MAN!

The Lucky Ones just pop like the fanatics they are, an audible "I LOVE YOU!" and "HAVE MY BABIES" actually drifts from her cheering section. The rest boo, but that undecided third actually laughs at the remark.

Suerte: It's like you've forgotten all about me! So, I decided to start Clopping your groupies, one by one, two by two, side by side...

Swinging her hand in the Chop Sign back and forth, Suerte manages to rally some pops and calls. Most of the crowd chanting "CLOP!" aloud as she swings.

Suerte: All I want is you, but your feelings are all wrong...you don't want to see me...you don't want me at all!

The Lucky Ones boo. One of them is caught on camera thrusting his homemade sign up int the air. Designed like one of those online Demotivational Posters, it has a picture of Reese Lynch with words in bold white reading: Reese Lynch - Who knew DOORMATS could run and hide?

Suerte: Like Cam, like Lily, like a third of this crowd, like most of the backroom, you never cared...

The crowd knows its queue, one third boos, the Suerte Cultists chant her name and that flip flopping third splits in both directions.

Suerte slumps in posture, looking at her feet and shaking her head. When she looks back up the tron, her eyes are quivering, and watering. One hand grips the top rope while the other seems libel to crush the mic at any moment.

Suerte: If I can't catch you, and I can't draw you out...would you hear me now and just requite my feelings...

Another pause. Nothing, even though the crowd is chanting his name.

Suerte: I'm so tired of chasing you, Reese Lynch, and I'm tired of hurting those I thought you cared about and supported. Is it too much for you to come down here and say something...say anything...please?

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The curtains start to move and flutter, Suerte's eyes lock onto the commotion, she positions herself in the centre of the ring. An arm breaks through the curtain......The lights cut out....

“Hello, Suerte.....”

The voice ripples through the speakers, the lights are still out. A beam of light then illuminates Suerte, she has not moved an inch but she flinches as the light takes away her vision; her eyes finally adjust but she is still left blind to her surroundings.

“It's funny, people see us as the dark ones, they think we are the freaks, they think you are an untamed beast and they think I'm.....I'm a monster.”

The crowd start to murmur and chatter; they are all trying to figure out who this mystery man is.

“They see us as being dark, well I think they are the ones left in the dark. You see Suerte, you and I are alike, we both destroy whatever is put in front of us, we are both rejected and we are both cast aside.”

The crowd generate more of a buzz. Another beam of light shines at the bottom of the ramp, it then starts to make its way up towards the top.

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Sitting with his back towards the ring, Mercer lifts a mic to his lips.

Mercer: Now I know you probably didn't want to see me, but we can not avoid each other much longer now, can we? You...and I have a match at Blackout, no; you and I have a 'NO HOLDS BARRED' match at Black out.

The crowd pop as Mercer mentions the match stipulation.

Mercer: I have a theory in why we got that match, wanna hear it?

Suerte nods, her face expressionless.

Mercer: Well, how I see it is, Suerte you are one of the biggest threats in the PRW roster, you have been taking down decent wrestlers with ease; CLOP and they are out.

Mercer smiles as the crowd start to chant Suerte's name, he then turns around.

Mercer: And then the people in charge go and put you in a match with....me, I am the deadliest striker in PRW, hell I'm the deadliest striker in the whole god damn world. I am 277lbs of muscle, I am the biggest threat in PRW.... Now if I was the owner of this company, and I had two superstars that could eliminate the entire roster, what would I do? … I would pit them in a match together and let them beat each other down until there was only one left barely standing.

Mercer's face becomes scrunched up and hardened.

Mercer: I already got blind sided by one superstar and her promoter, it was the same woman you beat a Salvation, the woman you took to hell and left her there to rot...She managed to crawl back and she took the Cyanide title from me...I didn't tap though.

Mercer's faces softens and a half smirk crosses his face.

Mercer: She thought she had crawled out of hell, but she will soon realise...once in hell there is no escape...but I digress, I am out here because of you and me, Suerte. Where was I ….. Oh yeah, Blackout; we both know at Blackout we will collide and will cause as much damage to each other as possible, we both know we wont be looking for a pin fall or a tap out; we will be looking to destroy each other.......and I think it's a damn shame.

Looking down, then back up to the tall figure in the ring, Mercer stands up and walks towards the ring.

Mercer: We both have unfinished business with people going in to our match, which may distract us from the real threat....Each other.

Climbing into the ring Mercer stands right in front of Suerte,

Mercer: So if I make a promise to only focus on you, will you make that promise back? I cannot and will not be somebody's second thought... so what do you say do we have a deal?

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Suerte brings her mic to her lips...then stops. Staring intently into Mercer's equally fierce eyes, Suerte seems at a loss for words. then, she brings the mic down slowly, and takes her time looking the massive man up and down.

The Lucky Ones are chanting her name, some screaming "KILL HIM!" and "WO-MAN-BEAST", while another portion of the crowd is chanting "MONSTER" aloud. Suerte brings a finger to her mouth, biting down on her nail as she ogles Manik with smutty eyes.

Smith: She just undressed that freak with her eyes, Brunny! What does that even mean coming from her?!

Brunswick: Anyone's guess, really, Doug...why do I get the feeling this is the beginning of something very terrible but not for them specifically, but for...

Smith: The rest of the roster? Gawd. That's a frightening thought. They would literally be a power couple in every sense of the term!

Brunswick: On an interesting note that one might call cute, Suerte's been left speechless by a man for the first time in PRW broadcasting!

Smith: I wouldn't use cute to describe any of this, Brunners!


Finally, Suerte brings the mic back to her lips. Actually stepping closer to Mercer, Suerte bends her head down, practically nose to nose with Mercer as she looms. A smile breaks on her face, and a glee enters her eyes, and something that resembles realization.

Suerte: One man I gave attention to beat me with a chair, then blindsided me with a break-up. The next put me through a table and then acts like it didn't mean anything to him at all...but you, Mercer...you're asking for it, literally, asking for my undivided attention!

Her voice is a growl...that holds an almost playful demeanor to it.

Suerte: I'm not easy on a man. Fair warning. And I am a jealous dance partner. If you're committed, I'll be equally so. But, Mercer...since you want me, you can have me. You were brave enough, and gentlemen enough to ask me!

There is a tremble that thrills through her towering form as her grin grows wider.

Suerte: So, in other words, hold my hand, Man-Meat!

Out of nowhere, Suerte begins laying in rights and lefts promptly after dropping her mic. Typically, these blows would bowl damn near anyone else over on their ass, Mercer simply absorbs like a sponge, barely quaking from them.

The crowd erupts in unison, egging on an encounter of true heavyweights.

TBC: Mercer, finishes this up!
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Mercer's body finally kicks into action, Suerte for a big girl can move surprisingly fast and caught him and everyone else off guard; but now both behemoths are trading blows, both not moving back an inch. The crowd interrupt into a frenzy as Suerte and Mercer are laying punches into each other, Mercer being an elite striker finally gets the upper hand, he slips one of Suerte's punches and lands a counter to the gut forcing Suerte to pause and grab hold of her stomach; Mercer starts to wail away forearms to the back of Suerte's head and shoulders, he is swinging wildly and with a crazed look in his eyes. Suerte drops to one knee and Mercer doesn't stop the assault, looking like she is going to be beaten and battered right here tonight Suerte manages to find the strength to land a shot of her own,it was low and instantly Mercer drops to the floor.

Mercer lays on the floor covering his groin area, and Suerte climbs back to her feet rubbing the back of her head; she grabs hold of the 277lbs man and lifts him to his feet, surprisingly easily and Irish whips him across the ring. Both wrestlers had the same idea and both go for the shoulder block; neither move, both smile and both run towards the ropes, again shoulder block. With neither fighter managing to gain a upper hand, both back away from each other.

Mercer drops down and rolls under the ring, he finds a mic that fell out the ring earlier.


Mercer: HAHAHA, that's what I like to see, a woman with power, a woman with aggression. Of course I wouldn't give you 100% tonight, I will save that for Blackout and I'm sure you didn't give 100% either. Our match is going to be one for the history book Suerte, PRW will not be the same after that event I can promise that much.

Mercer has a huge, twisted smile on his face as he locks eyes with Suerte.

Mercer: Makes sure you are ready for me at Blackout, I want nothing but your best and I want nothing more than your undivided attention.

Mercer makes his way up the ramp, his eyes never leave Suerte's. Suerte stays in the ring, standing tall and proud; she looks just as imposing and as intimidating as Mercer does. She finally breaks he statued pose with a smile towards Mercer.

Mercer: I'll take what just happened here as a yes, and I will be seeing you around Suerte!!

Manik Mercer drops the mic and heads through the curtains......
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