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Rolling in from a commercial break the camera's pans around the arena, the fans are excited and a large portion have signs, you can see some onslaught fans, Carlos Cruz fans, The Stoned Kodiak fans...A good mix of fans in the building tonight.
Brunswick: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I'm Josh Brunswick and joining me tonight as always is Doug Smith.
Smith: Let me start off by saying did anyone else catch the new Jesse Drive? He's got a new look and a somewhat new attitude. Make sure you follow his story in the up coming months.
Brunswick: Yeah that is interesting stuff. The one question that is on my lips though is unrelated to Jesse Drive. Who is going to be Razer's next opponent?
Smith: I don't kno.....
Smith: Oh boy...Talk about answering your question Brunny. It could well be this guy.....Manik Mercer! Wasting no time Mercer walks from behind the curtain and walks straight towards the ring, he is wearing black combat jeans, a white t-shirt and a leather jacket. He choice of clothes indicates he is not out here looking for a fight...
( the camera follows him down from his right hand side and in the audience in none other than Lacey, he notices her but makes an effort to not let her know )
He climbs into the ring and walks over to the far corner and picks up the mic that is waiting for him.
Mercer: Joey Nox I don't want you to fight Cruz, I want you to fight me!
Smith: Why don't you get straight to the point big guy.
Brunswick: Well, this is unexpected.
Mercer: I need that fight Joey, I need it more than Carlos does and you need me more than you need Carlos. How I see it is that if you want to make a comeback you need to make a statement and beating Carlos Cruz, a man that I have beaten, is no way going to give you the statement you require. Mercer paces the ring, his jaw locks and clenches and his eyes narrow.
Mercer: Nox, I need to beat you....I needed to beat Aries but I fell short on that task and I'm not looking to drop back down to the Jesse Drives and whatever Tom, Dick and Harry wrestler thinks they can grab my attention. No Joey, I need to wrestle you and you need to wrestle me so lets make it happen. Brunswick: Mercer should know that it is Cruz vs Nox and I think it is pretty set in stone.
Smith: Ha, Joey can take the easy option if he wants but if Joey's return is to be taken serious he should really consider Mercer's proposal.
Mercer: I hear all the time on the internet and even our Undisputed champ has said that I'm the future of this company, Cruz doesn't get that sort of accolade. It is my hard work, my determination that has got me into that position and I'll be damned if I let some little no good for nothing get in the way of me living up to my potential. The way I see it there is no other match out there for me. I have already gone through the best part of the roster, so now I need guys who have already carried the spot I am destined for, I need guys who say they are the best and people actually agree. I am far from the best but I am one tough son of a bitch and anyone who steps in that ring with me knows they have to hit me with everything they got and it still wont be enough.
The fans have remained quiet through the whole speech, they haven't made a sound even with the mention of men they admire.
Mercer: You say Carlos has earned his shot and I ask how. Because he hasn't acted out of line? Or because you have him wrapped so far around your little finger you know he has no chance in beating you. You made him jump through your little hoops and like a well trained pet he did what was asked of him. Does that deserve the exposure a match with you will have? And another thing, what has Carlos added to PRW to be a draw? Not a damn thing. I'd love to see our Merchandise sales compared. I may not be the main reason people are tuning in for but I'm a big part of it, I'm 6'4 270lbs of pure excitement, action and danger! Joey you have to fight me over Carlos, it just makes sense.
Smith: He has a point.
Brunswick: How?
Smith: For a year now Mercer has be probably the most constant wrestler on the roster, even when the ball get taken from him he keeps going. If he's not wrestling he is in the gym bettering himself for the cause. Not one person can deny that Mercer isn't hard working and even thought at times he acts like he hates the business, the guy lives and breathes it.
Brunswick: ….
Smith: If I had to choose one person that should get a shot at this match I'd say Mercer would be top of the list, win or lose he generates interest, the fans either hate him or want to be him. His match with Sean Aries might have been different if that fool Don Pecker had just left him to it.
Brunswick: I have to intervene, almost ever big match Mercer gets involved in he chokes. Yes he is being touted as the next big thing but I still see him a mile away from that spot, Joey Nox is a legend and Carlos Cruz has a little more about him than Mercer....
Smith....Mercer beat Cruz.
Mercer: I'm not calling you out over twitter I am here, in the flesh, I am here calling you out Joey Nox. I want you to come out here and tell me I'm wrong. I want you to come out here and tell me a match with Cruz is better than a match with me......
TBC: (preferably Joey and/or Carlos...could be fun)
Smith:No, it's someone beyond better! HE’S BACK! How does my hair look? Is my suit okay? Does my breath stink?
While Doug was hysterical blabbering over meaningless matters at the same time having a heart attack at the commentary table, the entire arena was scorched with an undetestable and unforgiving chorus of jeers and boos, all directed to a single being who gallantly made his way onto the stage. The individual beamed with great delight at the reaction he was receiving, both arms widely spread out as he soaked in the negative energy being sent his way, imploring the risen audience to not let up. He was adoring the way the volume and energy immensely increased with each step he took down the ramp. He didn't even have to utter a single sound, his own presence doing the whole work for him. Even though there was a swarm of irate fans being held back by the bulky security closeby, the individual knew he had a few loyal subjects behind the barricades and up at the cheap seats, all praising him as he sauntered up the steel steps after striking a few poses here and there at the bottom of the ramp. Slightly adjusting his stripped black and blue tie, the young man checked on his cuffs of his blazer, taking his sweet time to join the Internet Champion in the squared circle. Known to be a attention hogger, The Majestic One Agustin Gates waved out to who he believed had come to see and were cheering for him, paying little mind to a fuming champion in the ring. Even though Gates was forced to briefly live his life on the ranch of his arch nemesis, Alexander Owens, he couldn’t help but feel delighted to be back in the ring, with the people he believed couldn’t get enough of him.
Just when Prince Charming was on his way to at last make his way into the ring, Mercer stomped his way forward, doing his absolute best to not Hulk up and rip Gates to shreds. Noticing the menacing fire building up in the untamed eyes of the Internet Champion, Gates gradually pulled back his left leg as he remained frozen still on the apron. Mercer’s nostrils were flaring uncontrollably as the sight of Gates forced senseless torturing thoughts to overwhelm his mind. Gates’ emergence was not what he expected nor desired. With an overwhelming tight grip on his microphone, seeming like he could snap it in half if he wanted to, The Birmingham Brute widened his stance as he prepared to speak.
Mercer:Gates….get….the…..hell…..out of here…..NOW!
Brunswick:Manik doesn’t seem happy to see Gates at the moment. That look in the champ’s eyes would scare anyone to hide under their bed.
Smith:Well Gates isn’t just anyone! HE’S OUR KING!
After dusting off a microphone he was handed by a cameraman nearby, Gates cooly leaned against the top rope, smirking up at the seething Mercer as if he could withstand any of the brute’s attacks.
Agustin:So now that you train with PRW’s version of the Hunchback of Notre Dame, you’re also sounding like him? Wow, you must really love Pecker to talk like a creepy perverted geezer.
The loud chuckling sound of Gates further increased Mercer’s anger, trying to maintain himself from unleashing his wrath upon the guy. Mercer despised when anyone spoke badly about his teacher, always something coming over him when Pecker’s unnatural speech was poked fun at. On the verge of bolting over to the comical pimp of PRW, desperately wanting to send him flying into the barricade with a potent shoulder tackle, Mercer was asked to settle down by Gates himself having holding his hands as he regained his composure, informing him that he had come out here for a good reason.
Mercer:Don’t be wasting my time Gates. Where’s your brother?
Agustin:Unfortunately, my dear older brother isn’t in the building. He’s back home prepping himself for his loss against Joseph as we speak.
Right away, all sound in the Stan Sheriff Center was immediately muted as all eyes and ears were glued on The Majestic One, many not believing what he just uttered. Even Mercer was caught off guard by what Gates just spoke, his rage gradually sizzling down from nuclear level.
Agustin:Why does your face posses that dismayed look? Come on, surely you know that my dear brother stands no chance against the likes of Joey NOX. He doesn’t belong nor deserve that high quality spot in the main event. I plan on addressing that matter to him face to face myself when the right time presents itself. But since you came out here, finally speaking the truth, I simply thought it would be a good idea to join you.
Mercer:Finally! The family has at least one person with decent brain cells. *turning and facing the booing audience* Now do you see NOX? Not even Cruz’s own flesh and blood believe he can beat you. He’ll just waste your time. But me-
Agustin:Oh wait, now I remember the other issue I wanted to address by coming out here. You neither can defeat Joey NOX dear Internet Champion.
Mercer:WHAT?!
Agustin:Come on, if you couldn’t defeat Sean Aries, who’s possibly the most washed up Hall of Famer besides Ace Andrews, then do you truly believe you can stand toe to toe with NOX? Because I sure don’t. You also will be wasting the time of Joseph and these people. My brother’s fate is already sealed. At Salvation he will fall before a Hall of Famer….yet again. And you? Well you’re lucky you missed the bullet. Now, please remain keeping that championship warm for me, won’t you lad? Because once I eradicate Marcus from existence, once and for all, I will be coming after that. JD, Marcus, even if this new degenerate hooligan named Maxo can challenge you as many times as they want for that treasure. In the end, it will be I who liberates you of the title Internet Champion.
Sensing Mercer was on the verge to sprint his way, Gates calmly made his way down the steel steps, continuing to speak on the mic even though his surrounding was filled with an uproar of negative comments.
Agustin:Marcus believes that simply beating a snapped Jesse Drive, he’s on top of the world. Come on! Who hasn’t beaten that guy? That’s no feat you should constantly brag about. Marcus, I know you’re watching. Please silence yourself before I permanently do next year. All I keep hearing backstage is you spewing that you’ll stomp my head in, put me on my back, and get your hand raised. Marcus, Marcus, Marcus. You will not beat me. It’s that plain and simple. And don’t fret young lad. Once I do, no one is going call you The Magic Trick ever again. But the laughter will increase….my future court jester. Oh Mercer boy, you can return to whatever you intended on doing. Just wanted to get that off my chest. Tata for now.
Saying everything that he needed to, Gates bid a livid Mercer farewell as he walked up the steel steps with no care in the world, occasionally doing the royal wave with each step he took. While the commentary duo were addressing how Mercer was on his way to blow a gasket, the champion bared his choppers as Gates continued to take the moment away from him, who felt relieved in having everything taken off his chiseled chest. Mercer was fed up with everyone taking him for a joke, when they all knew very well that he was a force to be reckoned with. He didn’t have the Internet Championship in his possession by simply cracking a few jokes here and there. No, he destroyed a scrawny but highly respected Alice Harris without breaking a sweat. But by just receiving a loss from Sean Aries, the whole world saw him as a laughing stock. He needed to take his career on a different path, so fear could return fear and dismay to the hearts of those who dared to utter his name.
TBC Mercer or NOX
OOC: Wanted to write that for Mercer, NOX, and Marc in one post. I’m still interested in solely keeping Salvation NOX vs. Carlos Cruz. It’s up to NOX in what he decides to do.
Gates had truly wound Mercer up but the fact that neither Carlos or Joey Nox had shown face just made matters worse. You can see the look on Mercer's face trying to decide if he should give up hope on Joey Nox coming down to reply to his demand or just to wait it out a little longer.
Mercer: I'm getting sick of waiting for people, for months I've done the chasing, for months I've risked it all and for what? For people to think they can disrespect me. I've had enough with the way I am treated around here, you guys look up to Carlos Cruz and for what? He isn't even in the building, that's how much he cares for you guys, you paid money in the hopes of seeing him tonight and he is at home doing god knows what.
The fans start with chants of 'This is boring'. The audience silence Mercer who just stares out to the mass of people with a look of bewilderment on his face. How could they disrespect him like that? The man who has been to almost every show this year, a man who has through injury, sickness and heartbreak, shown his face at 99% of the events this year.
Mercer: I'm boring? Yet you live your lives on a standard 9 to 5 with only dreams to get you through the day. I'm the one living my dream, this job isn't a job to me this is something a love doing. You think when I hear that alarm to wake me up in the morning I wish for another 5 minutes in bed? No, I wake up in my big house, eat the finest foods and hit the gym and I get paid for that. I beat people up for a living and it is your money that pays for that, the money you earn in the job you hate pays for me to live my dream and you think you can disrespect me? I'm laughing at all of you, your so called hero's don't respect you, they laugh at you too. Do you really think when they tell you 'I do it for the fans' they really mean it, they know if they say those words that....
….The crowd interrupt Mercer with a chant of 'Check your Twitter'
Brunswick: Check your twitter?
Smith: Holy crap, Joey Nox has responded on twitter. How dare this audience be on their phone when Mercer is talking.
Not really knowing how to react Mercer just stands dumbfounded in the centre of the ring, whether he couldn't hear what the crowd were saying or he was distracted by something else Mercer just stood there. He turned to face the one person in the room he swore he would turn to when he made his walk down the the ramp....Lacey. Seeing that he is now looking in her direction she pulls out her phone and signals for him to do the same..... The camera man zooms in on Mercer now and follows his hand with the camera zooming in on his Phone....The image displays on the titantron.
Mercer: So I guess you are staying in the back.
Mercer's face is full of disappointment, he sighs then returns to his phone...
Crowd: JO-EY-NOX Mercer puts his phone back into his pocket.
Mercer: You can't say i didn't try and entertain you people, I tried to make it a night where you got your monies worth, you boo me, you take the piss out of me and yet I still try....And I'm the asshole....
Dropping the mic Mercer leaves the rings and walks up the ramp, he walks right past Lacey but then stops a few feet away, taking this as a signal to follow him she jumps over the barrier and then they both disappear into the back.
(ooc:Will continue on Twitter...Cheers guys)
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