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Manik Mercer is in one of the back rooms in the wrestling arena, he had just said goodbye to Suerte and decided to watch a bit of the history. Picking up a DVD off the side he walks over to the player,
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Saget: Making his way to the ring from Anchorage, Alaska. Standing at 6'1" ad weighing 220lbs... He is the Iceman.... REESE LYNCH!!!
Mercer skips forward to the next competitor,
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And his opponent, making her to the ring from Sacramento California, standing at 6'11'' and weighing in at 263lbs...SUERTE!
Pausing the screen at the sight Suerte, Mercer smiles and resumes the match. He watches as the match progresses showing little to no emotion, he watches as Suerte takes hits and smiles slightly when Reece gets hit. Mercer watches as Suerte lifts Reece up and throws him over the top rope, he shifts forwards waiting for the impact but it doesn't come; instead Reece hits the mat just past the table, Mercer lets out a sigh and sits back into the seat. As the match continues Suerte gets Reece in the chokeslam position; Mercer moves forward and all the time thinking 'This is it, do it Suerte'....But she doesn't, Reece was able to reverse it and sends her diving through the table. Mercer pauses the tape and gets his phone out.....He texts Suerte.
~What happened with Reece~ ….......
She replies, Mercer sits and reads the text which takes him a moment because of all the information. He slams his phone down on the side and he walks out the door then down the hall.
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He makes his way down to the ring, he is wearing a pissed off look and a microphone in his hand. He enters the ring and pauses for a moment.
Mercer: You know what's funny about you, you think you can do what you want and nothing will happen. You think you can play on peoples emotions and then you carry on with life, but you can't Reece; their has to be some sort of consequence....I'm that consequence.
A small portion of the crowd boo and the other part start chatting for Suerte.
Mercer: I don't like you Reece, I can barely call you a man and I can prove that I'm a better man than you.
Mercer leans back first against the ropes.
Mercer: I think I can beat you Reece....(Mercer smiles) I know I can beat you Reece, I want to beat you Reece....Sure you are a good wrestler Reece, but that isn't enough; that wont get you the win against me. I'm stronger, smarter, bigger and more of a man than you are.
The crowd boo and Mercer just smiles.
Mercer: That's all they can do, Reece is boo; physically they are no match for a guy like me I have nothing in common with them, but you do Reece. You go home every night and get told what to do, you wake up and get told what to do, you are a guy that gets told what to do; you are not an alpha. See you and these people around me have no back bone, you have no pride, you have no dignity. I'm better than all of you, including you Reece; I'm proud of what I do, of what I can do and what I have got. I've got Suerte, and because of that pride I cannot look past what you have done to her.
Mercer steps away from the ropes.
Mercer: You tried to humiliate her and tried to break her, you failed at both. You may have won that table match...(Mercer looks down to the floor, and then back up).. You may of broke the table but you didn't break her, she is as strong as ever and now she has a new weapon.......
Pausing for a moment.
Mercer: She has me.
The crowd boo as Mercer mentions himself.
Mercer: So Reece, Suerte may or may not be past you that is not my business but what I have made my business is taking out … You.
Mercer's face scrunches his face up.
Mercer: I will make you pay for putting Suerte through a table, I will make you pay Reece. I'm a little beat up at the moment but I can almost guarantee you won't come out here. Reece I want you to come out here and prove me wrong, prove to me that you are at least half a man; show these 'fans' that you will fight you're own corner, if Alice will let you that is.
Mercer smiles.
Mercer: So come on out Reece Lynch, prove to the world that you are man enough to take me on. I promise I won't do anything to you tonight, if that makes it sound better for you. You have my word.
The quick stabbed three chords which open up "Wings of feathers and wax" by Killer Be Killed signal the coming response from the Alaskan. With the crowd giving a decent volume cheer and fist pumping and shouting "REESE!", The Iceman walks out onto the stage with a microphone in his hand. Wearing black Vans Blue jeans and a PRW t-shirt, he stands at th top of the stage, eyeballing Mercer who simply stands there in the ring with a smile on his face. Making a gesture to his throat with his hand, the sound guys cut the music as Reese raises the mic to his lips.
Reese: Now Mercer, I will answer your question... But first, I gotta get something off of my chest. I've been thinkin' a lot recently, and there are a lotta things goin' round my head, some of them relevant, some not so relevant... But with you calling me out like that... You made a few of them make sense and fall into place...
Smith: What's this idiot getting at?
Reese: You see... Ever since I came here, people have been hell bent on picking fights with me. Now I know this is the Wrestling business, and that is what we do - we fight with each other, work our way up the ladder and one day eventually be the champion or accomplish something we set out to do initially... But I've noticed some things in this fight picking business... Only people who are bigger than me, or have been around longer than me have picked a fight with me... Now what does that tell you Manik?
Reese pauses as the crowd goes silent and Mercer simply gestures for him to continue.
Reese: To me, it seems like it's just bullies... People looking to try and get themselves over against a smaller, newer guy... Someone who hasn't established themselves here or has no real reputation for themselves.
Brunswick: Reese may just be onto something here.
Reese begins to walk down the ramp slowly as he talks.
Reese: Take Agustin Gates for example... Guy was a jerk and then some... He picked on me and Alice because he had no other way to make himself look mean... Where is he now? Me, Alice, Takato and Osaka Red ran him and his fangirls off!
The fans cheer.
Reese: Adam Xclusiv and Sherri Taylor? Sherri might have continued to torment Alice, but since I knocked the crap out of Adam for doing what he did to Alice, and beating him in the ring... He has since apologised to me and wished me luck...
The fans cheer again as mercer starts to look bored.
Reese: How about La Dominar herself? Suerte... The Biggest bully of them all? She went round, hitting people for no damn reason other than she felt liberated... When someone stood up to her, she made their life hell...
Mercer's face starts to turn into a scowl
Reese: I'm sure you've seen what happened there? She tried to break me... She tried to destroy me... She couldn't... In the end, I came victorious... Hurt like hell, but I did what no one expected me to do.. I won.
Reese pauses as he stares into Mercer's eyes from the foot of the ramp.
Reese: I.... Won....
Smith: Jeez, When did Reese get a backbone? The guy is ALWAYS being bossed about by Alice!
Reese: Can you see the pattern here Mercer? People try to make my life hell, but after it... I always come out in a better position. I always come out standing... I have four points, I can either cash in against Takato, or do the unthinkable, get a 5th and fill in the main event at Superbattle and probably have my ass handed to me by Slaughter...
The crowd gives the obligatory onslaught pop.
Reese: So you want to prove you're more than a man compared to me? By all means, do it. I admire your honesty in saying nothing will happen to me with regards to you... But for all I know, Suerte could be ready to run down right now and smash my skull with that deadly right hand of hers. I'm taking a big risk in coming down here to answer you Mercer, and I just know that sooner or later, you, like the rest of them will be using me to make a point.
Reese pauses, taking a deep breath as he composes himself.
Reese: So let's make this simple... You name the time and the place and I'll take you on. I'll gladly let you use me to prove how much of a man you are, because at the end of the day Mercer, everyone who has used me to make a point, ends up giving me the points.
The lights went down and the last glimpses of Reese and Mercer showed them turning towards the tron stage, Reese looking...apprehensive at best.
Hozier: I watch the work of my kin bold and boyful Toying somewhere between love and abuse...
Smith: Run, Reese! RUN!!
Brunswick: He's placed himself between the anvil and the hammer!
Hozier: Calling to join them the wretched and joyful Shaking the wings of their terrible youths...
The slow, soulful vocals oozed from the speakers as "1st" appeared on both tron screens in bold white, and counted up from there. 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th, 9th...and it held in darkness as the crowd started agitating as..."10th" materialized larger than life on both screens, drawing a huge pop from the Lucky Ones and a solid, palpable wave of heat 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 came on in gold, revealing Suerte, a knee to the tron and her hands stacked atop the bent one, microphone between hands and knee, her head resting on top of them in a formal bow. The Lucky Ones erupted louder, almost cancelling out the heat by themselves as the chorus of the song blared 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.
Reese was still present, having held steady. Suerte stood tall, and motioned for the music to be cut.
Brunswick: First we've seen of her since Blackout; the match putting her in the hospital for over a week!
Smith: Lucky Larry singlehandedly compounded standing damage. He could have crippled Suerte if not for Manik Mercer!
Suerte looked largely recovered, but there were still several ace bandages and fading bruises that dotted the open flesh of her form. She eyed Reese, briefly, then looked up at Mercer, and smiled. Bringing the microphone to her lips, she returned her gaze to Reese Lynch.
Suerte: Reese Lynch...
Dramatic pause as the Lucky Ones fanatically squeal for their Goddess, her tone, slightly strained, is not lost on them. They know the figure at the head of their little cult, the object of their worship is...upset...
Suerte: Nice of you to feel obligated, to come out when your honor is directly tarnished by a growing force, a rising power.
Suerte stayed put at the top of the tron stage before the ramp, letting its elevation and her own height cut an awesome, stark image to the men below. She slowly lifted her left hand and pointed a finger at Reese.
Suerte: You, Reese, are an interesting specimen. Like you say, you are the target of many people looking for a quick win, looking for an easy victim. That you are always in peril, but, you are also always landing on your feet, no matter how far the fall.
You are no victim, Reese.
You are the energy of a Tiger, the grace of a Panther, the doormat of an Alice, you are the target, but not because you are weak but because you are quite the opposite...you've conquered many. You are a deception. You act like Percival but fight like Lancelot...I would know...
Suerte dropped her pointed finger and looked down at her feet, smile breaking on her lips before she looked back up. She stared down the tron at Reese and up at Mercer, then back to Reese again.
Suerte: That man you've turned your back to is not calling you out because he's a bully, but because there is value in beating you. How does it feel to be the prized hunt of PRW? Welcome to the jungle Reese, welcome to the rest of us Wild Things, us Beasts, because you're one of us; you can change your stripes and colors, sure, present yourself as prey, as part of the Onslaught, but you are as predatory as the rest of us. A chameleon.
The lion's share of the crowd is booing Suerte now, but she continued without pause.
Suerte: That is why I'm done chasing you, why I don't want you anymore. The game isn't so mysterious and alluring when you realize its another version of you you're pursuing, another conqueror of the midcard. A slayer of bygone Kings of the Jungle.
To you, Adam Xclusive, to me, Matt Caje.
I and Mercer aren't so subtle like you are. We are...honest in our presentation. Monsters, brutal and vicious. You are insidious, duplicitous, false flagged in how you represent yourself and your intentions.
Reese...Mercer is going to peel away those layers and leave your true form bare before your fans, friends, and family. Mercer will reveal who you really are to these people, to PRW, and, perhaps, to yourself.
We all lie to ourselves, Reese. What awful prevarications have you told to yourself?
Suerte lowers the microphone by her side. Her eyes stutter-step toward her backside where the sound is residing. And out from the curtain bursts Lucky Larry in his wrestling gear: the black tights with golden crosses, the laced-up wrestling boots, the cocky grin that always precedes him. He likewise has a microphone in-hand.
Brunswick: What the hell is this?
Smith: It’s Larry! He’s coming out here to confront Suerte? That would be a courageous act, would it not?
Brunswick: I would agree with you that it was courageous if-
Following Larry closely, cracking their knuckles, is a gaggle of buff security-men. They dress succinctly and identically, black shirts and pants with combat boots to compliment the plainness of their appearance. As Suerte steps aside and growls with eyes that glare lasers, Larry slots himself a safe several feet from the Womanbeast. His eyes stay locked on her. He shakes his blond hair and pulls the hair-tie from it. It spreads and whips about like a shining tornado.
Brunswick: One, tow, three, four … it looks like Larry has six security members with him. This is heinously pathetic.
Smith: Wouldn’t you do that, Bruns?
Brunswick: Well yeah but I’m, like, a twig! Larry needs to grow a set already.
Larry brings the microphone to his lips, but hesitates when he listens to the jeers overflowing from the audience. Larry’s eyes pan across the mass of humanity, then to the ring where Reese Lynch and Manik Mercer wait. Reese is back in the corner, half-attentive to what Larry may say, and half-attentive to Manik Mercer steaming on the other side of the ring. Manik, meanwhile, grits his teeth and burns a stare into Reese, like two newly-lit cigarettes.
Larry’s mouth dips deeply into a frown. He flips his eyes back to Suerte, and inhales a pretentious sneer abroad his face.
“It’s been awhile, hasn’t it, Suerte,”Larry says, winking at the large overhanging figure.“It must seem like, well, years since I put you in the hospital. But it’s only been a week, and I have to say, I’m impressed to see you standing here now. But since it hasn’t been that long, the details of your hospital stay must be fresh in your mind. Tell me, did they have you drinking casserole through a straw? Hm? Did you call Manik Mercer to your side, beg him to rock you to sleep every night?” Larry pauses a moment as he sees the grimace grow stronger in Suerte’s eyes. She clenches her fists and her body begins to shake like she’s on the verge of exploding. He comes closer, stamping his foot down inside Suerte’s shadow. Larry’s eyes are wide, his mouth gaping open and salivating as if about to take a bite of an exciting delicacy.
“Did you hope and pray that your wounds would never heal? Did you hope the nurses would never release you, keep you in the hospital forever, so that you’d never have to see me again?”Larry squints up at Suerte’s seven-foot skyscraper body. He nods his head gently.
“I know you’re scared of me, Suerte,”Larry says.“I know you’re afraid like a possum on a freeway. As well you should be. You think what I did at Blackout was the extent of my potential?”
Larry takes another step toward Suerte. He is now within arm’s reach of the Amazonian terror, who looks down at Larry with bulbous eyes, her head jutted out, teeth gnashing down hard.
“Because you know damn well,”Larry says,“That at any moment, I could put you in the ground for good. And that’s not just rhetoric, you big ugly mammoth, that’s a promise.”
Larry raises his hand and points a finger down to the ring, his eyes still frozen on Suerte, his eyebrows furrowing, his nose scrunching like the snout of a furious jaguar.
“Because unlike Reese Lynch, I don’t just spew a bunch of crap for a cheap pop,”Larry says.“I speak the damn truth. And just because Reese got lucky enough to beat you, so he could talk about his heroics in front of all these troglodytes, that doesn’t mean he’s as good as me.”
Larry takes one more step toward Suerte and gets right under her chin. He reverts his protruding finger into her face and nearly stabs her in the eye with it.
“So if Reese can get lucky against you,”Larry says.“Imagine what I can do to you, Lucky Larry, the lucky one.”
The finger recoils back to Larry’s side. He takes a few paces back into his crowd of security laborers, a cocky wobble accompanying his walk. Larry measures Suerte’s burning emotions as he goes. He swings the microphone back to his lips.
“I’m not just going to beat you, Suerte,”Larry says.“No. I’m going to do you one better. I’m going to do something special for you, Suerte. I’m going to do something no one else has done.”
Larry turns toward the audience. He can hear their boos, but he can also hear the silence of some, hanging on his every word, his every breath, despite their teeming hearts of hatred. He turns back to the Tenth Wonder of the World.
“I’m going to end you, you bitch,”Larry says, grunting with a heavy exhalation. As soon as Larry burns that final word, Suerte’s body expands and stalks toward him. She blasts footprints into the stage.
Smith: Well if that isn’t calling someone out, I don’t know what is!
Brunswick: I don’t think Larry knows what he’s doing. He just provoked a storm and he’s going to be in the eye of it!
Smith: Look out!
Suerte reaches out to grab Larry, but her hand is stopped. The security guards push back on her body like football players against a tackling sled. Larry backs away from the furious Suerte, her flexing claws reaching and grabbing at air where she hoped Larry would be.
One of the security guards, a buff and balding muscle hamster with pulsating veins, grabs Suerte’s arm and turns it behind her back. In the ring, Manik Mercer storms toward the ropes and stares wide-eyed, breathing fast. Reese stands aside and observes for a moment, his face taking him from Mercer to the stage and back to his rival.
The guards continue to hold back Suerte. She struggles free of one security guard, shoving him to the metal surface ferociously. She growls and looks her rabid, steel-slicing eyes at Larry. Imprisoned in a grip that can only be temporary, she bites down on her lip so hard it almost bleeds, and lets out a rabid roar. “I’ll kill you!” She screams. Larry pushes his hand out toward Suerte as if in an attempt to contain the monster. He backs toward the edge of the stage, looking unsure.
The uncharacteristic shout from the Alaskan down the microphone makes everyone pause what they are doing and turn their heads. Larry manages to regain his balance just in time and wipes his forehead whilst Suerte shoves the entourage of Larry off herself and casts them a frightening glare before turning her attention to Reese. In the ring, Mercer looks at Reese with an interested look. "How could someone so lean and small compared to him and Suerte get everyone to stop?" seems to be the thought circling round his head right now.
Reese: Now, before I walk outta here without Manik telling me exactly when I'm gonna be throwing down with him, I got a few words for you two
Reese gestures to Suerte and Larry.
Reese: If you two wanna tear each other a new one, thats fine by me. I've already had my fair share of encounters with Suerte and that deadly right hand of hers, I can happily sit back and watch someone else take a few so they can see what it feels like...
The crowd lets out a little laugh as Reese starts to walk up the ramp a little, putting himself directly between Mercer and the warring parties on the stage.
Reese: Larry... Talk the talk as much as you want pal, everyone in this arena tonight knows I am better than you, so keep building yourself up, you're just another bully who'll end up being put down like the rest of them.
Reese Pauses
Reese: You see, Tonight, Manik here called me out... Now I know him and Suerte have this unique bond in the fact they both made Raven their bitch at Blackout, and it was only natural that she came down here, I have been ignoring her since she returned because I knew she'd be desperate to get my attention.... I can accept her coming out and talking the talk to me, telling me 'what I really am', but you?
Reese lets out a chuckle
Reese: The guy who's only claim to fame here is beating up a reporter and an already wounded monster of a woman... Please! Stop trying to be cute, it'll only get you broken in half come Superbattle!
Larry starts to shake his head on the stage as he turns his attention from Suerte to Reese, who turns round himself and looks to Mercer.
Reese: Now Manik, I owe you an apology here, it seems everyone wants a piece of me or something involving me right now, but I really don't feel like being caught between you, Suerte, Larry and his meathead brigade... So I'll make it simple. You know where to find me, you know where Koga is... You name the time and the place and I'll gladly take you on.
Reese turns back to Suerte and Larry on the stage, carefully watching them both as they keep their eyes on him. Satisfied none of them are moving just yet, Reese jumps down from the ramp and exits through the crowd.
Suerte smiled and stepped away from the horde between her and Larry, starting to walk down the ramp...then turned, arm swinging wide, hand formed into a chop. CLOP! Down went one goon, the rest caught off guard with surprise hesitated out of confusion. CLOP! Another one went down. Four remaining, two bolted back into the Gorilla, practically diving through the curtain.
Two remained.
And they blitzed the Giantess for all they were worth. Larry even stepped in, not taking point, but taking pokes as it were. Getting licks in between his hired hands flurry of offense, Larry got free, hard blows to tender areas, backing Suerte precariously close to the stage edge.
CLOP!
One was left and then it would be just Larry. Mercer was already in route, his padded soles ringing the steel ramp with each step. Larry ducked under a Hasta Luego and pushed his last remaining guard down the ramp to stall up Mercer. Larry again ducked a sweeping blow from the Slamazon, darted behind her and hopped off the ramp to the cement below.
Landing on his feet, he winced on impact but was for the most part fine. His last guard he sacrificed couldn't claim the same. Mercer had worked him into a doubled posture and was gut wrenching him up high for...
Smith: POWERBOMB!!!
Brunswick: Oh My GOD! On the STEEL!
The crowd had worked itself into a fervor over the violence as both monsters stood on the tron stage. Suerte sported a fresh spate of blood on her forehead, the ace bandage and unhealed skin beneath torn open during the scuffle. Mercer sported a face twisted with rage. Both glared down together upon a retreating, sneering Lucky Larry.
The DO-MI-NAR chant sounded distantly with echoes of MER-CER-LESS trailing it. The moment locked, committed to PRW history with flashbulbs and digital feeds. The monsters, the Kaiju of PRW...they no longer stood isolated and alone.
They stood united. MUERTE! MUERTE! MUERTE!
The crowd, in an inspired moment, named the nightmare amidst cheers, chants and ample amounts of booing. A nightmare that had only just begun...
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Gotta take his word for it, guys, he's wearing Polka Dots...
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