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If Juen Santo, the original referee had have been here, this match could have gone a different way, the violence my have been curbed, but for the sake of letting these two women settle their score, Geoff Goodwin did what he had to. With Suerte rising to her knees, Geoff takes the giantess's right hand and raises it up high, proclaiming her the winner, and showing off one of the deadliest things in PRW
Your winner: The Tenth Wonder.... SUERTE DOMINAR!
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Mercer bucks and roars, growls and thrashes, groans and shivers...moans and...nothing...
Saeki taps Raven on the shoulder, alerting her to the fact that her opponent is unconscious. JSD already has the belt in hand slinging it over Rave's shoulder. Mutsumi doesn't even attempt to congratulate the vicious harpy, knowing she wouldn't appreciate it or care for said gesture.
Instead, she walks off to find the medical staff to help rouse Mercer.
NEW CYANIDE CHAMPION: RAVEN!!!
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ercer pushing the much smaller wrestler back first into a pillar, she cries out in pain. JSD is still standing behind his pillar, he takes one look at the Cyanide belt and you can tell instantly his plan, he picks up the belt and walks quietly over to Mercer and Raven; using all of his strength he cocks back the belt and swings away........Nailing Raven with the belt, Mercer moved out the way at the very last second, Raven falls lifelessly to the ground. Mercer stares at JSD...
JSD: NO, Please. I mean I didn't get you right?
Mercer: Pin her, hook her leg and get the cover.
JSD: what?? no, I'm not a wrestler.
Mercer: PIN HER!!!
The titantron cuts off and the lights in the arena cut out.
Brunswick: This only means one thing....Manik Mercer.
Smith: This match is going to get messy, dark and down right dangerous.
The strobe lights flash as the cow bell echo's through the speakers, the crowd become restless; this match is bound to be violent, it is bound to get out of hand. The lights cut off and the cow bells stop.....
Mercer stands at the top of the ramp screaming along with the track, but not with his arms in the usual position, instead he walks down to the ring with a baseball bat.
Brunswick: Oh man, i don't like this already. This is going to end very badly Doug.
Smith: I know Josh, as soon as i saw Mercer i got a chill down my spine.
Saget: Making his way to the ring, standing at 6'4 and weighing in at 270lbs....MANNNNNNNIKKKKK MMMEEEERRRRCCCEEERRRR!!!!!!!
Smith: He's lost weight, how this will effect the match i do not know but i know he has done it for a reason.
Brunswick: Maybe he has been pushing cardio in his training this time around. He has been very secretive with his training leading to this event.
Mercer Enters the ring and stands dead centre of the ring, he hold the bat behind his neck resting across his shoulders and waits.....
The lights go down and the last glimpse of Manik Mercer shows him...smiling?!.
Hozier: I watch the work of my kin bold and boyful Toying somewhere between love and abuse...
Brunswick: Here she comes!
Smith: If there is a match on the card simply for pride and nothing else, Brunny, it's this one! Nothing to be had other than three people looking to come out on top!
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, the huge pop from the Lucky Ones sounding solid, a palpable wave of heat coming from the other two thirds of the crowd.
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, revealing Suerte, a knee to the tron and her hands stacked atop the bent one, her head resting on top of her hands in a formal bow. The Lucky Ones erupt louder, almost 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.
Mercer is still smiling. Holding steady and looking almost excited, anxious to get his hands dirty.
Suerte raises her head slowly, and looks at Mercer with hungry eyes. She's wants him...perhaps in more than one way as she licks her lips. Rising to her feet, the Denim Clad Colossus starts down the ramp, her sleek form seems to glide.
The Womanbeast is ready to wreck, ready to maim and kill her prey as always.
Saget: And the next contestant, making her way to the ring from Sacramento California, weighing in at 257lbs, standing at 6'11''...the 10th Wonder of the World....SSSSUUUEEERRRTEEE!!!
Brunswick: A sorted affair. Raven has managed to wedge herself between these two titans!
Smith: Not particularly bright on her part. Raven may be one of the baddest bitches, but her track record against Suerte isn't in her favor, and Mercer has managed to one up her...these two may just maul her first and save the rest of the match for each other!
Brunswick: Won't know until that bell rings, I guess.
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 smiles mischievously up at Mercer, almost playful, causing him to to look almost...bashful. Her doll eyes stare into him and through him as she rounds to the stairs, where, she ascends and steps over the rope and walks to the center of the ring.
She bores her eyes into Mercers. Shoulders rising and falling with heavy breathing.
The two PRW giants are starring across the ring at each other. Mercer is ready, tonight is hit night to shine, it's all come down to this. It should of been just this, until he attacked Raven. Mercer yells across the ring at the Womanbeast, but Suerte ignores it as she is full of confidence tonight. Blackout is her night, she's doing this match for her.
"A NEW LIFE BEGINS!"
The screaming of the Hatebreed song Destroy Everything signals only one thing.
Saget: On her way to the ring... From Brookyln New York, weighting in at 165 pounds, the Baddest Bitch in professional wrestling, RAVEN!
Smith: Where is she?
Brunswick: Oh she'll be here. She wanted in this match more then anything and now it's her time to shine.
Smith: Shine? Mercer and Suerte are going to destroy Raven. She's so little.
"DESTROY EVERYTHING"
As the words Destroy Everything are heard out comes Raven threw the curtains. Pushing a shopping cart towards the ring it's all business for her tonight. Screaming at Suerte and Mercer the Baddest Bitch in professional wrestling is headed towards the ring in pure anger. The Womanbeast sees Raven, and it's no longer about her tonight. It's about ending Raven for good.
"Oblieriate what makes us weak"
Brunswick: Suerte is exiting the ring! She's going for Raven!
"Destroy Everything"
Raven starts running down the ramp and throws the cart forward hoping to connect with Suerte. The Tenth Wonder dodges it, knocking it over she watches the weapons pour onto mat and continues for Raven. Lady Death picks up speed and leaps at Suerte. Connecting she only bounces off her and falls to the ground. Fans are going nuts as Suerte stands above Raven! Chanting away the PRW universe yells "SU-ER-TE, SU-ER-TE" Before Raven can make a move she watches a body slam into Suerte knocking her towards the security railing.
Smith: HUGE HIT BY MERCER!
Mercer starts chirping Suerte and turns to Raven. Not even preparing for it he sees Raven trying for another flying attack. Mercer catches Raven mid way, gets a good grip, lifts Raven above his head and walks towards ring side. Fans are up on there feet as the bell is now going off and music has been cut.
Brunswick: Look at the power! Mercer is an animal!
Getting on the mat, Mercer gets a little run towards the security railing and throws Raven into the pile of PRW fans. Lady Death is now lost in a moshpit of PRW marks and security is all over the scene. Seeing security running over Mercer turns in a jumping way and slams his feet to the mat yelling "This is my house!"
Fans are going wild! This match has just started and shit's already hitting the fan. One problem for Mercer, it's early, and Suerte has a chair in her hand. Fans start cheering again "SU-ER-TE, SU-ER-TE"
Brunswick: It's absolute hell out here and the match has just started. Suerte has a chair but Mercer isn't backing down.
Smith: Oh my god is Raven okay, get security over there!
Brunswick: They're already over there! Mercer is going after Suerte! The Womanbeast has a chair, anything goes here tonight at Blackout!
Suerte and Mercer stand in front of each other, Suerte has a chair at her disposal and Mercer has nothing but himself; Raven is still amongst the crowd. Suerte lifts up the chair and chucks it down to the side, a smile cross both wrestlers faces. Suerte fires of a right hand that lands on the face of Mercer, recoiling Mercer uses his body weight and throws one of his own that lands; both wrestlers end up trading blows, each blow is met with another and each blow takes a chunk from each wrestler.
Brunswick: Raven is down, Suerte and Mercer are trading blows and the bell has only just gone. This is what we all expected this is an all out war.
Smith: RAVEN IS UP!!!
Raven is standing up in the middle of the crowd, the security are struggling to keep the fans under control, Raven jumps over the railings and up onto the ring apron; Mercer and Suerte are still going hell for leather smiling after each shot and with each shot they move closer to the ring. Raven takes aim and jumps..... She lands right on top of both Mercer and Suerte who go crashing to the mat, and as they hit the floor Raven lets fire with punches and elbows switching between Suerte and Mercer. Suerte rolls out the way which leaves Raven sitting on top of Mercer, she has her hand behind his head and reigns down hard blows to his forehead.
Brunswick: Raven is taking Mercer out, all 165lbs of hell is being let loose on Mercer face.
Smith: But Suerte is now up to her feet and behind them both.
Suerte is now standing behind Raven, she watches the furious beat down of Mercer; cocking her head slightly a smile crosses her face. Suerte leans in and grabs hold of Raven's arms and throws her backwards.
Brunswick: MAN, everyone talks about Mercer's power but did you just see how Suerte threw Raven, it was like she was nothing.
Smith: I'm sure everyone in the back are glad they are not involved in this match, this is just insane.
Raven hits her head as she lands her hands reach around and grab where the impact was, she rolls on her side and covers up. Suerte watches as Raven covers up and turns her attention towards Mercer; she reaches down and grabs hold of Mercers head, helping him up to his feet she changes her mind and lands a clothesline that flattens him again, Mercer's body bounces off the mat and the crowd cheer as they notice Suerte is the only one left standing in this match.
Smith: The Womanbeast is the only one standing, is this a glimpse of what we will see later on tonight.
Brunswick: So far I cannot tell what way this match is going to go, I'm not sure if I want it to continue,
Suerte now turns towards Raven who is trying to make her way back to her feet, Suerte finds something amusing as she looks to the floor....The Cyanide title... reaching down to pick it up Suerte continues to smile.
Smith: Is it me or does Suerte seem to be enjoying all this carnage and mess?
Brunswick: No, it's very clear she is enjoying it. Lets see if she has the same enthusiasm later on.
With the Cyanide title in her grasp, Suerte proceeds to walk forward with Raven in her sights. Raven is finally up to her feet and facing away from Suerte, unaware of the impending danger that is approaching her; Raven turns around and Suerte swings with the belt aimed at Ravens head....Raven ducks out the way just in time and runs shoulder first into Suerte's mid-section, forcing Suerte to double over and dropping the title.
Brunswick: If Raven didn't have quick reactions, that could have been the end of her night.
Smith: Mercer and Suerte may have the size and strength but Raven has speed and agility.
Mercer rolls over onto his stomach and pushes himself up, he gets to one knee and then gets a vertical base. He looks around the ring to the weapons that are spread across the mat, he sees the baseball bat he brought to the ring and walks toward it. Suerte grabs hold of Raven's waist and lifts he in the air, Raven's legs wrap over the shoulders of Suerte, but Raven prevents Suerte from slamming her back down rolling forwards grabbing Suerte's neck as she does....NECKBREAKER...
Smith: OHH, what was I saying earlier...she has that agility.
Brunswick: I got to say she is looking good so far.
Mercer Finally has his bat in his hand and he turns towards the fight that is taking place between Raven and Suerte, walking towards Raven who is back to her feet his eye flick to Suerte who is flat on her back with one arm wrapped around her neck. Mercer cocks the baseball bat backwards as he walks at Raven, as he swings Raven bends down to pick up her Cyanide title; Mercer put so much effort in the swing he falls forward and he looses grip on the bat. Raven oblivious to what could have just happened see Mercer stumble right next to her, without a second thought she swings with the belt and cracks it across Mercer's face.
Brunswick: And down goes Mercer, now Raven is the only one left standing. If she wants this to be a shot from the future she needs to keep the two giants on their backs.
Smith: I never thought I would see this sight....Fair play Raven.
Raven jumps on top of Mercer and goes for the cover, the ref who has been standing a distance away from the carnage runs up to the pin attempt.
ONE!!
TW-- KICKOUT!!!
Mercer manages to get his shoulder up which infuriates Raven, she reaches over and grabs her title; but as she does Mercer wraps his arms around her, the panic shoots across Ravens face. Mercer begins to stand with Raven still in his arms,
Brunswick: The strength, the power of that man is frightening.
Smith: Don't forget Raven is only 165lbs, Mercer is 270lbs of pure muscle, 165lbs is nothing to him.
Mercer is back to his feet, Raven is kicking and screaming but Mercer seems to be unaffected, he walks over to the shopping trolley Raven brought to the ring....SIDE BODY DROP.... Ravens body folds over the shopping cart and Mercer just stands back up and watches as Raven writhes in pain. Brunswick: HER BACK MUST BE BROKEN!!!...How could Mercer do that to her.
Smith: He's smiling Brunny, this man enjoys inflicting pain on others. That's how he managed to do that...
Brunswick: This match has shifted in balance so many times, Mercer is now the only one standing.
Making a crouch, Suerte gives her head a couple tentative turns to check her neck, finding it satisfactory she stands. Mercer's back to her, Suerte sucks in air and rears back her right arm, hand forming its fingers into chop formation. The Lucky Ones go up into a vocal fugue, awaiting their Goddess of Violence to smite Mercer to the mat.
Smith: That poor, young bastard is about to turn right into oblivion...
Brunswick: No shit. That Hasta Luego isn't easily kicked out of...It's knocked more people out then it has helped pin...most try and dodge it!
Suerte slowly steps closer, keeping her eyes on Mercer's back and ignoring the riling and screaming Raven, giving value to the sell. Then, Mercer starts to turn, a ghost of a smile materializes on Suerte's face, she swings fast and hard at Mercer.
The crowd at first is cold, then blows up.
Brunswick: My God, he caught it...Mercer CAUGHT the Hasta Luego!
Smith: Where's Agent Smith? This is clearly a glitch in the Matrix!
Mercer, singlehandedly holds the Hasta Luego blow frozen a mere half inch from the bridge of his nose. Arm quaking with the effort, Mercer slowly forces Suerte's hand back towards her, Suerte herself looking wide eyed...and flushing a little. Mercer pulls back his free hand to lay in what's looking to be a prodigious Overhand Punch a la Terry Bollea.
Suerte steps in, her free hand going to Mercer's bicep, her face lip locking his. Mercer noticeably stiffens, the punch halting at launch.
Smith: I wonder if that counts as a hold or a grapple...
Brunswick: The crowd don't care! Listen to that pop tarting going on from the cheap seats!
Countable moments pass and the whole thing seems to be going epic length in the PRW ring, Mercer's grip slackening on Suerte's wrist.
The Giantess pulls her hand free, tears away from the kiss and slaps Mercer hard across the face. A little shocked looking, Mercer holds his cheek as Suerte glares at him narrowly. Mercer rubs his slapped cheek and smiles right back at Suerte.
Some sort of twisted romance playing out between the two titans, Raven enters the equations, battering ram style with the aiming of the top of her head right into the small of Mercer's back. The big man drops to one knee and Raven climbs up on him, hooking one arm under his jaw and raining down a smattering of blows with the other, pelting his head, face, neck and shoulders.
Mercer staggers up, on sensory overlord from all that has happened, trying to get a handle on Raven and failing as she flails elbows into his collar bone, looking over his shoulder to aim them somewhat.
Then Suerte coasts forward, hand pulling back for what will be a tremendous Haymaker, Mercer wide open for it...then there is the clap of impact, and Raven goes flying back first into the turnbuckle behind Mercer.
Blinking, Mercer looks up at Suerte, who, winks at him and rears back another Haymaker, and swings wildly through. Mercer narrowly side steps the blow, whirls about and drops his shoulder, presents it at arms and lunges it into Suerte, a football tackle that drives the whole thing into the corner...and into Raven! The ring quakes and Mercer backs off, walking to the center, he charges forward at Suerte and Raven pigeonholed in the corner.
Suerte throws herself sideways from the corner and Mercer splashes Raven harder into the pads. Finally, the Baddest bitch falls limply forward to the canvas on her stomach as Mercer steps away from the collision. When Mercer turns around, the lift into the air off his feet is both sudden and shocking. The Womanbeast's steely, tree limb arms hoisting him high as she leaps into the lift...and slams him hard back down with the Jefe Slam.
Spread eagle sprawl, Mercer has been put to mat and Suerte puts him to pin.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!...WITH AUTHORITY!
Smith: Mercer isn't anywhere near three...Suerte I think was hoping...
Brunswick: No, she's vetting. She want's to know all facets of this man. I-think Suerte is...out hunting...
Smith (singing): Match Maker, Match Maker, make me a match! Find me a find, catch me a catch!
Brunswick: Never do that AGAIN!
Meanwhile, Suerte and Mercer are on their feet again, belting each other repeatedly, trading knuckle sandwiches like two kindergarteners at lunch time. And like to people believing in the others monster, they make the Babadook of the other.
Personifications of pain, of grief, of need, indestructible things that the heart and mind rail against, because it needs that kind of fight, that kind of struggle.
This isn't about Raven knowing how to fight, or Mercer ending her. This isn't about titles, the Siege, the Onslaught, and the other top tier dramas playing out later on in the card. This is about the simplest of things. The most base of things.
Want.
They want, and that is all.
So the violence goes back and forth, back and forth. Catch and release. Then, Mercer eats two punches to step in, hooking an arm behind Suerte's, and pulling her into a sudden dip.
Suerte's eyes go wide and she flushes again. The dramatic pause ends with Mercer liplocking her back, taking her to the mat. The crowd sparks high again as Mercer shows that he's equally capable of leading this dance, and wear the pants.
The ref shoots in, realizing that Suerte has gone to puddy with her back to the mat and lays in the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NOOO!!!
Mercer almost has the pin-fall, the first ever match one via snogging, but Raven makes the save, breaking the pin with an elbow to the small of Mercer's back.
Smith: That was close!
Brunswick: Yes, it was, Doug. Mercer has vetted back, and has found Suerte's Kryptonite!
TBC: Raven/Mercer.
Gotta take his word for it, guys, he's wearing Polka Dots...
Raven quickly gets up again and drops another elbow to the back. Mercer gets out of the way with a tad of a struggle, but Raven ignores him as she goes straight for Suerte. Leaping on her she gains control almost in a full mount position, but either way Raven swings those fists. Suerte knowing how Raven works starts to dodge left and right trying to avoid getting hit. Connecting with only a few, Lady Death ignores the world. In her mind everything is on slow motion as she thinks it's going to be over.
That's until she starts to rise, and slow motion world is over as she was brought back to reality by the Animal, Mercer.
Lifting Raven in the air Mercer gets her by the shirt and booty shorts, and tosses her between the turnbuckles and lands shoulder first against the steel post. Walking over to Lady Death, Mercer grabs her by the ankles and yanks her back so she crashes stomach first. Her beautiful face hits the mat hard as she is now under the power of Mercer.
Suerte is now on her knees and quickly makes her way to Mercer. When Suerte hits the low blow the crowd pops as the big man falls. Pushing herself to her feet, the Womanbeast raises her arm only rallying the fans together. When they start to chant "SU-ER-TE" the Womanbeast knows it's now her time to make a move.
Brunswick: Suerte knows high pressure matches and performs well under the circumstances she's always put in. Tonight she'll have to pull out all the tricks though, Mercer and Raven show serious promise in PRW and they want this match bad.
Smith: Oh I'm sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you over the fans cheering for SUERTE!
Suerte starts with Mercer. Grabbing a leg she slamshis knee into the canvas. Letting out a light grunt, Suerte knows Mercer felt that one. Stepping over Mercer's body the Womanbeast grips his neck hard and helps the big man up. With a solid chop to the chest Suerte sends Mercer back a few steps. Keeping it up she nails a hard right followed by a hard left, but before she can finish him off, she feels a body leap on her back and instantly sees arms go around her.
Brunswick: Raven locks in a choke hold!
Yanking hard Raven tries to cut the air supply completly off. Whispering in Suertes ear that she's going to die tonight the pyscho starts coming out of Raven. Reaching back, the Womanbeast grabs Lady Death's hair. Pulling hard she tries to get Raven off her.
Mercer, now up, heads over to the cat fight.
With a hand on each head of hair, Mercer starts slamming the heads together. Each shot getting harder it finally works as Raven falls to the mat.
Smith: Go figure Mercer has to be the guy to break up a chick fight.
Still holding the hair of Suerte, Mercer throws up and upper cut that sends Suerte towards the ropes. Mercer screams and charges only hitting Suerte over the ropes with a closeline. Slapping his hands together he turns to finish off Raven.
Brunswick: Raven is on the turnbuckles! HIGH FLYING HERE SMITTY!
Leaping off Raven she goes for a cross body.
Mercer quickly catches Raven and powerslams her to the mat!
Quickly he goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOO! Suerte breaks up the count.
Smith: Did Raven actually think that would work?
Brunswick: Anything goes tonight so she has to try something.
Raven quickly rolls out of the ring getting away from the action. Desperatly needing a second to breath after that slam Lady Death lays on the mat outside the ring.
Inside the ring, Suerte is doing serious work on Mercer. Showing off some impressive striking skills the Womanbeast keeps Mercer under her control. Mercer tries with a desperate swing which Suerte ducks, and quickly hits a neckbreaker. Suerte goes for the pin, but is disapointed as she only gets a two count. Quickly looking around the ring she can't see Raven, and when the referee looks at her she holds up three fingers. Shaking his head Cecil Jackson reassures Suerte who doesn't argue. Getting up the Womanbeast she stands by Mercer and lands a vicious stomp the middle of his back.
Mercer lets out a yell and when his body shifts his head ends up by the ropes. Suerte bends down, puts his neck across the bottom rope, and slams her huge foot down choking Mercer out.
Smith: She doesn't even have to let go. Cecil has to just watch. Anything goes means no rules and I think Mercer is starting to realize he's in it deep tonight.
Outside the ring, Lady Death now is to one knee. Seeing Mercer being choked out. Quickly she pulls herself up and goes to her pile of weapons. Grabbing a kendo stick Raven slides in the ring. Licking her lips she can taste the blood she will draw from this.
Brunswick: Suerte has her back turned! Look out Suerte, Raven is...
CRACK!
Smith: That's gotta hurt!
Raven nailed Suerte with the kendo stick right across the back. Lady Death is again screaming as she unloads with shots with the stick. With each crack sound the fans let out an "oh" and Raven doesn't stop. She swings for any body part she can.
Mercer rolls out of the ring and stumbles towards the annoucer table.
Finally with a good smack across the rib cage, Suerte falls to the ground. This isn't it for Raven though. She looks to Mercer outside of the ring and knows what to do. Running towards the ropes she leaps threw the second rope. Flying in the air she cross checks Mercer in the body with the kendo stick. Although the move was affective it had it's bad effect on Raven. The fall to the floor mat was harder then it looked, but with Suerte down in the ring. Mercer down holding his rib cage, and Lady Death down again... It's anyones game tonight.
Suerte is the first up, her long limbs stretch out as she tries to loosen her muscles up after that vicious attack from Raven; her face, vacant to begin with but turned to rage, hatred and pure beast when she spots that Raven, although out of it for the moment is laying in Mercer's lap. Mouthing the word 'bitch' Suerte takes rushed strides forward and exits the ring, Raven as if knowing Suerte was after her begins to stir, she kicks herself off Mercer mouthing the words 'needle dick' as she removes herself; Suerte catches hold of her mid roll and in a fit of rage throws Raven towards the steel steps, Raven narrowly avoids hitting her head. Suerte takes one soft look at Mercer then turns around rage filled again to Raven, who is slowly rising to her feet...With something in her hands. Suerte charges at Raven, her arms are almost old school mummy like reaching for their target; Raven Takes a quick glance up and smirks, she can tell Suerte has no plan of attack just that she wants to get her hands on her thus leaving herself open for a counter. Raven plants her feet firmly into the ground and as Suerte draws near...
Brunswick: What the- what did Raven just chuck at Suerte?
Smith: I have no idea, Brunny but it looks like it hurts.
Brunswick: I just had flash back to Mr. Fuji then Smith, that stuff stings like mad.
Suerte swings her arms, turns and screams and Raven just stands and watches, laughing. Mercer finally begins to stir, he coughs and splutters holding his ribs as he rises to his feet. Suerte still swinging but only with one arm now the other shields her eyes, Mercer almost walks right into a swing. He waits a moment watching for any patterns in her wild movements, he waits for the perfect time and he manages to grab Suerte's arm; instantly Suerte lets fire with her free arm and cracks Mercer right on the bridge of the nose, his legs buckle and he stumbles backwards. Raven looking to capitalise climbs onto the ring apron.....Dropkick.... she lands square into Mercer's chest, he finally falls blood trickling from is nose and the wind knocked out of his lungs. Raven bursts into laughter, The Baddest Bitch on the planet has taken control and she is loving it. Suerte has dropped to one knee trying to get the substance out of her eyes, Raven keeps her focus on Mercer, the guy who humiliated her by having JSD pin her, the guy who disrupted all of her plans. Mercer was about to get a beating he was sure to never forget, Raven tilts her head forward looking for any weapons on the ground, she notices a handle poking out from under the ring; she reaches down and grabs it....It's a sledgehammer.
Brunswick: Oh man, this is about to get serious.
Smith: This is about to get fun.
Raven's evil smirk appears as she walks toward Mercer, he is unaware of the potential pain that is approaching him; his eyes stare out to the rafters and the volume of the crowd begins to mute in his ears, (Are you going to allow this, is this what you have trained for...Have you trained to be beaten? Get up......GET UP!!!!) as Raven swings the hammer aimed at Mercer chest, Mercer's arm springs up off the floor and grabs hold of the head of the hammer; Raven's face turns from smug to shock, Mercer pulls down on the weapon and smashes his fist into the falling Raven, she falls next to him and is instantly mounted by Mercer. He still has the sledgehammer in his grasp and has it pushed across Ravens neck, Raven claws and scratches at his arms trying to find away to relive any pressure; her struggling starts becoming tame and less frantic, she is passing out.
Brunswick: He is going to choke her out with the sledgehammer, Cecil get down there and stop this madness.
Smith: He has no power here, Brunny. The only thing he can do is call the victor, he has limited power in this match.
Brunswick: Well call the damn match, Raven has no chance of getting all 270lbs of Mercer off of her.
Cecil notices Raven has her shoulders pressed against the mat and springs into action,
ONE!!
TWO!!
Mercer notices the count and pulls Raven's shoulder up off the mat.
Brunswick: That evil son of a- he doesn't want to just win this match, he promised to end Raven's career tonight and I think he might just do it.
Smith: This is what they have all signed up for, they can't go crying now and Brunny you can't do a damn thing so stop with the whining.
Mercer Pushes back down on Raven's neck and Cecil starts the count again, he is forced to stop at two again when Mercer lifts Raven's shoulder up. Suerte is in the background, a fan has handed a bottle of water to her and she rinses out her eyes. Finally the Womanbeast is back to her feet, as she was standing up she picked up a trash can lid; her sight back in tact she walks over to Mercer who is on top of Raven, Cecil starts the count again but he only manages to get to one, Suerte swings with the lid and cracks Mercer on the back of his head. Raven takes in a huge gulp of air and clutches onto her neck. Suerte steps over her and focuses on Mercer who is face down on the ground, she walks right past him and finds herself at the announcers table, she rips off the top and pulls out the T.V monitors chucking the one to her right and with the other she throws at Mercer, it connects his shoulder making him twist to reach the source of pain.
Brunswick: Smith I think we better move, Suerte has bad intentions in her eyes.
Smith: The 10th wonder of the world is about to make a big statement her tonight to one of this two competitors.
Mercer feels the stab and sting of the monitor, the wear and tear of the night...the desperation closing in on them all. Just passing ten minutes, the three competitors have all but savaged themselves, savaged each other. Suerte is getting that distant, vacant look that precedes her more heinous acts of violence.
Historically, these tend to happen outside the ring.
...Where all three of them happen to be!
Mercer has diligently studied the object of his fixation. The tapes, the matches, the promos. He knows this woman before him from an empirical standpoint, and now is starting to understand the intimate intricacies of the Womanbeast.
She's violent, vulgar and vivacious.
Three wonderful "Vs" and tonight he must find a way of squelching it. He has to be able to pin her for the one, two, three, or submit her. Submission having a very suggestive connotation to it...
He shakes himself to the moment and the task at hand.
Conquering an indomitable beast. Something that few have done one on one. Her list of singles losses were minute. Lilly Ellison, Sylvia Wrath, Ata Tatupu, Reese Lynch. They were the only ones to have done it fair and square, mono e mono with her. Gates won off of interference from Dixie Lanford. This was a woman who didn't lose often. In fact, she tended to annihilate her opponents more often than not!
Stilling himself and his will, Mercer stands and starts after Suerte.
Brunswick: CULO CRASH! Countering the charge and cutting Mercer down!
Smith: Now that's a lotta ass!
Brunswick: Raven still gathering, and Mercer is on his back, Suerte is sinking under the influence of the Womanbeast!
Smith: 10th Wonder is going bye bye! Those two will be sharing ringside with a merciless, hate driven ogre shortly!
Brunswick: You've been beaten up by her for such remarks, Doug, careful!
Smith: What!?! I just called Gorilla Girl an ogre when under the hate, that's all!
Brunswick: Ah jeez!
Smith: Besides! There is no way she heard m-!?!
Suerte has a paw around Doug's neck and is hauling him over to the table she has stripped. Smith kicks and flails to little avail as Suerte positions him while throttling his neck tightly. She bellows loudly in his frightened face, spittle dotting spattering his eyes and cheeks, then, she growls and starts to lift him for a Chokeslam. The crowd shrieks at the thought of Doug going through a table, but the moment never materializes as Raven comes in fast with a Toe Kick to the thigh of Suerte.
Dropping Doug, who quickly scurries back to his table, Suerte tries to fend off a flurry of blows from Raven. The Baddest Bitch is barraging for all she is worth now that she's breathing freely. Back to life and back in action, Raven needs to gain back ground not only in this match, but in her overall return.
What had happened?
This she asks herself. She hasn't changed, she's still the same, still Raven, still bad-ass and full of confidence. But her momentum has been that of a snail, her victories meager at best. Suerte being at the epicenter of this for sure.
Why did this voluminous vixen have to always be there in her way?
The thoughts, the questions, drives her crazy and drives her fists. Every punch is an answer to an infinite question, a limitless problem.
Why?
WHY?!
WHY!?!
Why is Suerte always there?! Why does she always stand back up? Why does she hit just a little harder now then when the match first began?! Why can't she fall down for the three count, tap out or pass out like the others!?!
WHY, SUERTE, WHY!?!
Beaten down to her knees, Suerte is panting and flinching under the rain of punches, elbows and other MMA fair, unable to get free or retreat with the table to her back. Fear and panic would prevent one from doing anything but taking the beating, but Suerte is the Womanbeast for a reason. When beasts are cornered, they don't freeze and die.
They turn on their pursuer and maul them lifeless.
A roar and Suerte bursts forward, hooking an arm around Raven's waist, and ramming her into the ring apron. Raven's eyes bug, and her mouth gapes, again, air is taken from her, forced out her diaphragm. Suerte lifts, turns, roars and rushes her foes back into the stripped Spanish commentary table, rocking it violently and drawing an airless cry from Raven's throat.
Smith: Suerte needs a muzzle...
Brunswick: Welcome back to the table, Doug...how was it to see your life flash before your eyes?
Smith: Boring; it consisted of my birth, my first time having sex in the back of my dad's Impala, me and you in this fossil amber called commentary and that one time I got to meet Barbara Streisand...
Letting Raven crumble to the floor, Suerte leans on the stripped table and heaves, trying to collect herself. Her eyes are taking on a glassy, doll-eyed expression, distant, unguarded, empty, heartless, unfeeling.
The Womanbeast.
Tension leaves Suerte and she turns towards a groaning, now kneeling Raven, shooting a clawing hand around her throat. Raven gags and splutters, looking with wide eyes into the sunken wells that are the Womanbeast's eyes. How often has this sight been seen by others before Suerte did something to them, something terrible and awful? Did Ata still remember how Suerte looked at her before nailing her with that Piledriver? Raven remembers her Piledriver, remembers how Suerte looked at her.
The Womanbeast just keeps throttling, gazing mutely into Raven, watching her expire in her grip. Then, Suerte hauls her up, then starts to lift her high...
Mercer tackles a shoulder into Suerte's hip, the Womanbeast dropping Raven onto the table as she pitches sideways to the floor, the piece of technical furniture quaking, but not collapsing. The Chokeslam short circuited by Mercer's interference, Raven is safe but shaken, gasping down much needed air again. Mercer wrestles with Suerte on the ground, a struggle for control that Mercer wins by being on top. He locks in a Front Face-lock, putting Suerte on a proverbial leash until he can one, catch his own breath and barrings, two, think of his next course of action, and three, come up with a plan "B".
Growls and moans issue from Suerte, the Womanbeast unhappy and displeased with being locked into a living pillory of biceps and performance enhancers. She starts to shove and buck, thrash and jostle. Mercer tries with all his might to contain bestial rage and mammalian hatred, tries to hold primal fury locked at his side and within his arms.
Smith: He's not going to be able to maintain that!
Brunswick: Pride dictates he'll try!
Battling up into a 3-point stance, Suerte goes for a charge, trying to drive Mercer into the apron like she did Raven, but the heavier, and in many ways stronger Mercer holds fast. Digging the outside mats with his boots, Mercer is able to keep Suerte dealocked in one spot...then she starts lifting him, her arms wrapping about his knees. Mercer's eyes bulge in their sockets some as the Womanbeast howls, turns, trots and Spinebusters him on top of a Raven as she starts to sit up from her position atop the table.
The whole thing shatters.
Debris, limbs, blood, sweat, and near unconsciousness. The crowd thunders its appreciations as all three competitors lay about in a sprawl of table wreckage.
Smith: Well, Raven's dead...
Brunswick: Maybe...Mercer and Suerte are definitely down...again, this is anybody's game!
TBC: Raven/Mercer
Gotta take his word for it, guys, he's wearing Polka Dots...
Cecil Jackson is checking in on everyone to even see if they can continue. Raven, so small and the weakest of the three is stomach first not feeling the best. Lady Death has fought hard but being crushed by Mercer defiantly set her back. Mercer is starring at the ceiling. Sure he just got put threw a table, but damn Ravens boney body didn't help his cause. When Cecil checks on him he nods his head faintly and tries to recover.
Pulling off a move that probably saved her Suerte just needs a second or two to recover. Breathing hard she hears the PRW fans going wild and tries to build of this momentum. Taking it all in she thinks to herself that Blackout is her night. She isn't out to prove anything to anyone, she's only here to prove that she can win for herself. Suerte pushes Cecil away when he comes in to her as the pride starts to take over her senses. Kneeling, the Womanbeast puts her hand on her knee, takes the other hand and pushes herself up. As she rises the fans get even louder as they rally being the Tenth Wonder. As she stumbles back her back hits the ring, but the big thing... Suerte is up first.
Taking a moment she breaths and looks at the mess. Raven still hasn't moved, and Mercer is starting to try and get up. Well he's trying, so Suerte does him the favor and helps his ass up. When Mercer is up he quickly receives a knee to the stomach which brings him down to one knee again. Suerte throws a right which puts Mercer down again. With Mercer at her disposal Suerte throws a stomp to the ankle of Mercer. The big man let's out a yell which puts a smirk on the Womanbeast's face. Bending down, Suerte takes control of Mercer's thick neck and squeezes tight. Pulling him up she walks him to the ring post and slams his head against it!
Brunswick: Suerte is dominating Mercer right now Smitty.
Smith: Ya too bad Raven is missing it.
It's true, Raven was missing it. She's still down from the table. Cecil looks back and sees Raven isn't moving and goes in to check in on her once again.
Mercer is on one knee leaning against the ring post. His head is lined up perfectly for a big boot from Suerte, and the Tenth Wonder knows it! She runs in quickly throwing up her boot and connects! The fans pop as they watch the big man go down. Suerte let's out a yell only getting PRW fans again to make some noise. Leaving Mercer down, the Tenth Wonder heads to the announcer table and sees Raven is still down. Smirking, Suerte shakes her head because she knew Raven couldn't hang in with them. Heading over, the Tenth Wonder hovers over Cecil Jackson. Signalling for him to move, Suerte bends down slowly.
Brunswick: C'mon leave her alone Suerte.
Suerte snaps her head at Brunswick and he throws his hands up. Going back to Raven, Suerte spits right in her face before slamming her head down hard on the floor.
Smith: That's gross! Where's the health and safety comity?
Suerte points at Smith letting him know he's not safe tonight. Who is though with Suerte like this? She's a monster of a woman who can hang with the best of them. Sometimes though you need to go to a place where no one likes to go to get the win. That is where Tenth Wonder is headed.
With confidence Suerte walks to the far side of the ring. Keeping an eye across from her she waits for Mercer to rise. But, waiting isn't her thing, so she goes under the ring, and pulls out a table. Fans instantly get excited as they know more violence is still to come. However the wear and tear on Suerte is making her move slower then usual. Grunting with every move Suerte hides the pain by clinching her teeth.
On the other side of the ring, Mercer shakes his head and tries to get up. A big win tonight could throw Mercer higher in the ranks, especially with Superbattle next month. Getting on all fours Mercer needs the ring to get himself up. He's in no rush though, especially seeing Suerte push a table into the ring. Pushing himself up Mercer slides into the ring.
As Suerte enters the ring, Cecil Jackson leaves Raven whose still down and goes towards the ring.
Both up, Mercer and Suerte go right for each other. Mercer tosses a bomb hoping for knockout, but Suerte blocks it and smashes Mercer with a shot that sends him back towards the ropes. Full of rage Mercer goes right back only to get hit another time, but again is sent back to the ropes. Suerte charges, but Mercer drops low pulling down the top rope sending Suerte crashing to the floor.
Brunswick: Great reaction time by Mercer.
Smith: Yeah fans didn't like it though. Listen to this place, they're are booing the crap out of him.
The fans are not just booing, they are unloading with hatred! In different pockets of the arena the chant "Mercer's a goon, Mercer's a goon" This only puts a smile on Mercer's face. Pulling himself up on the ropes Mercer leans over the top rope and sees Suerte flat out on the floor mat. She definatly isn't out of it though, only pissed, and since she's moving, so is Mercer.
Mercer turns towards the table that Suerte slide in earlier. Pointing to the fans Mercer does a slit throat motion and heads for the table. Mercer starts to set the table up so it's leaning on the corner. Feeling the stiffness in his back he's slower then normal. Still fighting it off he makes sure it's perfect before wanting to get Suerte.
Raven has missed a lot of action. She's taking a beating tonight! But, Lady Death is now moving. Yes, Raven is back to reality. Swore she starts shaking the cobwebs, and boy there's a lot of them. So watching Mercer set up the table the Baddest Bitch in professional wrestling watches the situation.
Brunswick: Raven is starting to get up. She's alive Smitty, she's alive, she's alive... AND PISSED!
Smith: So is Suerte there she goes in after Mercer!
With the table set up Mercer sends out some chirps to the fans, but the fans don't boo. No. They're cheering. So the ego mind of Mercer blocks it out, turns, and falls directly back into the table!
Brunswick: SPEAR THREW THE TABLE! SPEAR THREW THE TABLE! OH MY GOD!
Outside the ring Raven can't believe she just saw that. Her biggest rival just speared a 6'4 and two hundred and seventy seven pound monster threw a table. The fans are so loud that it's giving her a headache.
It would have gave anyone a headache. The crunching and exploding sound of wood makes has made the arenas roof blow off! No one is sitting down, no one can believe there eyes as they watch Suerte cover up Mercer!
Ravens body is throbbing in pain. There's no crying in baseball, and there's no pussies in wrestling! Pushing herself up, Raven puts on a light job heading for the ring!
Smith: Cover here!
Brunswick: ONE, TWO!
THRNOO!
Brunswick: RAVEN BREAKS THE COUNT! RAVEN BREAKS THE COUNT! MY GOD SHE MADE IT!
The fans are going nuts! They can't believe Raven is still in this match. Cecil Jackson signals it was only a two count to the time keeper. Knowing Suerte needs to know Mr Jackson turns his head and moves quickly as the small body of Raven leaps onto Suerte. Cecil steps back as he can only watch Lady Death initiate the ground and pound.
TBC
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