*Sitting in a dark room with a swaying light Mercer addresses the camera.*
Ronan Malosi, I've heard plenty about you, mostly that you are an arrogant prick, which as far as I can tell stands to reason. I won't hold that against you though, because I too can be an arrogant prick, but atleast I have an off switch. Go on say all the trite things that I certainly have heard before such as, you're fat and dumb, I'll be faster than you, blah blah blah. Every opponent I have had over the last six months have all said these same things and ALL of them have gone on to change their tune, well besides Gaines, but we all know that he's a fucking idiot, so that's no surprise. "I am a star, you're not!" how creative Ronan, is this what makes you a star? A lack of creativity and originality? Is winning the Interwire Championship what makes you a star? Or are you simply in over your head with false confidence and a blissful ignorance?
*Scoffing and mumbling 'ignorance is bliss until it isn't' he continues.*
All this talk about this Disney Besties and not being one hundred percent for Jay. Come on, grow up. This is professional wrestling, not a single one of us have entered that ring at one hundred percent so really all I am hearing from you right now are excuses. Luck hasn't been on my side as of late either, but I don't dwell on it as long as you do. I accept my failures and move forward. Do I want to get my wins back over TLA, Ayu and the likes? Of course I fucking do, and I will continue to shout that out, but I am not going to dwell on it as other challengers appear. Do you think I respect that your main focus is money? The root of all evil? Fuck no. You have got to be out of your damn mind if you think that my goals of making a name, winning gold and creating my destiny are things to be laughed at. Those things are admirable, but you? Not so much. Just a sheep in wolves skin waiting for a Mastodon to come prove the hierarchy of the food chain.
*Letting out a slight chuckle before resuming his threatening tone.*
Ghosting you? No. I just know that you love to hear yourself speak so I thought I would give you that opportunity, in doing so I also allowed the fans an opportunity to see just how full of yourself you are. It isn't hard to spot. Shit, I get full of myself too, and I must admit I am still riding the high of my performance in the Grand Rampage. Yeah I didn't go on to win, but it took half the competitors to throw me out, and I eliminated Shane Gates and was in there for over half of the match time. Not so bad for a "fat dumb rookie" huh? There is a coincidence I have noticed here in EAW, a lot of you talk up a big game but very few are able to bring that same fire to a match with me. You think you are walking into that ring as my superior, and in certain contextual cases you are correct. You have been here longer, and you have achieved more, but no man, living or otherwise is my superior. No god above is my superior. If you have to learn this lesson through blood and violence than so be it.
*Standing up, grabbing the light to stop it from swaying and directing it to illuminate him he continues...*
Go ahead, list off all your accomplishments, spend three fourths of your time talking about everything that isn't me and this match. It does not intimidate me, nor do I care. All I see before me is a man who will excel my career, and a man who will sing a far different tune after locking up with me. You mistake my silence for fear or sulking, failing to realize the beauty that silence can truly bring, and that same silence will echo the arena when I shock the world by pinning you in the center of that ring and get my hands raised. You beating Windgate was an upset, no matter how much you think it wasn't, and when I beat you it will also be considered an upset. Don't take it personally Ronan, but I have already shared this altar with the best this company has to offer. Rookies, legends and rising stars like you have all come face to face with me. If you think your status here is going to intimidate me or back me down you have another thing coming.
*Still grasping the lightbulb, Mercer begins to squeeze as it shatters in his hand.*
At risk of sounding like a broken record, you underestimate me Malosi, and after my Grand Rampage showing that is the biggest mistake you could possible make. You say my face is only good enough for missing posters and that yours belongs on billboards. I wouldn't be so sure about that. I prefer my face being on a wanted poster and yours being in an obituary. Notatum es.
*The scene ends.*
Ronan Malosi, I've heard plenty about you, mostly that you are an arrogant prick, which as far as I can tell stands to reason. I won't hold that against you though, because I too can be an arrogant prick, but atleast I have an off switch. Go on say all the trite things that I certainly have heard before such as, you're fat and dumb, I'll be faster than you, blah blah blah. Every opponent I have had over the last six months have all said these same things and ALL of them have gone on to change their tune, well besides Gaines, but we all know that he's a fucking idiot, so that's no surprise. "I am a star, you're not!" how creative Ronan, is this what makes you a star? A lack of creativity and originality? Is winning the Interwire Championship what makes you a star? Or are you simply in over your head with false confidence and a blissful ignorance?
*Scoffing and mumbling 'ignorance is bliss until it isn't' he continues.*
All this talk about this Disney Besties and not being one hundred percent for Jay. Come on, grow up. This is professional wrestling, not a single one of us have entered that ring at one hundred percent so really all I am hearing from you right now are excuses. Luck hasn't been on my side as of late either, but I don't dwell on it as long as you do. I accept my failures and move forward. Do I want to get my wins back over TLA, Ayu and the likes? Of course I fucking do, and I will continue to shout that out, but I am not going to dwell on it as other challengers appear. Do you think I respect that your main focus is money? The root of all evil? Fuck no. You have got to be out of your damn mind if you think that my goals of making a name, winning gold and creating my destiny are things to be laughed at. Those things are admirable, but you? Not so much. Just a sheep in wolves skin waiting for a Mastodon to come prove the hierarchy of the food chain.
*Letting out a slight chuckle before resuming his threatening tone.*
Ghosting you? No. I just know that you love to hear yourself speak so I thought I would give you that opportunity, in doing so I also allowed the fans an opportunity to see just how full of yourself you are. It isn't hard to spot. Shit, I get full of myself too, and I must admit I am still riding the high of my performance in the Grand Rampage. Yeah I didn't go on to win, but it took half the competitors to throw me out, and I eliminated Shane Gates and was in there for over half of the match time. Not so bad for a "fat dumb rookie" huh? There is a coincidence I have noticed here in EAW, a lot of you talk up a big game but very few are able to bring that same fire to a match with me. You think you are walking into that ring as my superior, and in certain contextual cases you are correct. You have been here longer, and you have achieved more, but no man, living or otherwise is my superior. No god above is my superior. If you have to learn this lesson through blood and violence than so be it.
*Standing up, grabbing the light to stop it from swaying and directing it to illuminate him he continues...*
Go ahead, list off all your accomplishments, spend three fourths of your time talking about everything that isn't me and this match. It does not intimidate me, nor do I care. All I see before me is a man who will excel my career, and a man who will sing a far different tune after locking up with me. You mistake my silence for fear or sulking, failing to realize the beauty that silence can truly bring, and that same silence will echo the arena when I shock the world by pinning you in the center of that ring and get my hands raised. You beating Windgate was an upset, no matter how much you think it wasn't, and when I beat you it will also be considered an upset. Don't take it personally Ronan, but I have already shared this altar with the best this company has to offer. Rookies, legends and rising stars like you have all come face to face with me. If you think your status here is going to intimidate me or back me down you have another thing coming.
*Still grasping the lightbulb, Mercer begins to squeeze as it shatters in his hand.*
At risk of sounding like a broken record, you underestimate me Malosi, and after my Grand Rampage showing that is the biggest mistake you could possible make. You say my face is only good enough for missing posters and that yours belongs on billboards. I wouldn't be so sure about that. I prefer my face being on a wanted poster and yours being in an obituary. Notatum es.
*The scene ends.*
