This story used to be on my old account under the pen name Surih, but I've decided to switch it over to a new one and start fresh. I thought I'd let everyone in case they wandered in here and was like "Hey, I've seen this story before! This headcase stole it!" . I assure you the story is all mine. I mean, who else would come up with a ridiculous plot line that even confuses themselves as they write it? Oh, and before I forget:
Disclaimer: I do not own, or have anything to do with the WWE. Please don't sue me Mr. McMahon, I'm poor. T-T Mercy,her mother and father are mine, as are some of the poems.
Character Profile:
Part I: Personal Information
Name: Mercy
Age: 28
Birthday: October 19
Birthplace: Unknown
Eye Color: Hazel(Olive green, brown, and yellow mix.) Wears glasses when she is not in the ring.
Hair Color/Style: Medium brown, shoulder blade length, straight with a bit of a wave at the bottom.
Height: 5 feet 3 inches
Build/Weight: 115 pounds, thin but very well toned.
Family: Mercy's parents were murdered in front of her when she was just two years old. Unfortunately she couldn't remember what the killer looked like. She only remembers the way he laughed and the clink of the buckles on his boots as he walked away from their bodies. She had been hiding in the closet in her parent's bedroom when he broke in and did the deed. She was an only child and as far she knows has no other family.
Friends: Mercy has always kept to herself and is very reserved. She isn't shy, it is just hard for her to trust people. She doesn't have any friends until she is thrown in with the brothers of destruction. But then, they can't really be called friends...can they? Her true self usually comes out when she is with them, and that surprises even herself. But things aren't always what they seem in this story, are they?
Part II: In-Ring Performance:
Name: Mercy
Submission: Halo: Once the opponent is belly first on the mat, Mercy steps on their back with her full weight, grabs one arm and one leg and pulls them up with all the force she can muster, bending their body into what looks like the shape of a halo and inflicting some serious pain.
Finisher One: Shiver: Once backed into a corner of the ring, Mercy will climb to the top of the turnbuckle after stunning an opponent with a punch to the temple and wrapping her arm in a sleeper hold position around their necks, pulling them to the top with her. She then flips forward off the turnbuckle, flipping them with her, resulting in them landing flat on their faces and shivering in pain on the mat. She only uses this move when she feels caged in and threatened.
Finisher Two: Hell's Bells: A fairly simple maneuver. When Mercy gets extremely pissed, frustrated, or just wants the damn match to end she grabs the opponent by the back of the head and slams them face first into the closest legal surface at the moment as hard she possibly can. Usually results in a KO, always results in bloodshed. The opponent has definitely gotten their bell rung! It is also pretty funny to hear Jim Ross shouting Hell's Bells like a mad man from the commentators desk. This move proves to be especially lethal in no DQ matches and basically any match with rules along those lines. If it is a regular one on one match, she usually just bangs their heads off the turnbuckle and follows up with the Shiver. Jim Ross shouting both over and over adds to the humor. :D
Overall Wrestling Style: Aside from the Shiver, Mercy usually stays to the mat and counts on her quickness and strength. For such a little woman, she carries a lot of power. A lot of people find her strength to be unnatural. She competes against the men as opposed to the Divas and though some still underestimate and laugh at her, others show her a lot of respect.
Attire: I didn't include this in the personal information because her in ring attire is the same style as her every day attire, she just doesn't wear the logo shirts outside of wrestling. Mercy is a jeans and tank top girl. Blue or black jeans, and usually a solid colored tank top unless it's a Dead man inc., B.O.D., or her own top. Her own top is a faded black tank with a single white feather down at the bottom right of the front that looks like it's just about to land after floating from the top of it, and the back says Mercy be revealed in faded smokey letters. She usually wears flat black biker boots with handcuffs instead of buckles, and a black denim jacket with snaps that fits pretty snug and cinches at the waist.
"It's me..."
A whisper traveled through the otherwise silent air and Mercy's whole body shivered, right down to the bone. It was dark, and she felt caged in, unable to move because of the invisible straps that held her down. The cold metal beneath her back was heavy contrast to the thick and sticky air that was closed in around her, and she thought that she must be in Hell. But she couldn't be dead because she could feel her heart beating wildly within her chest, hear her own strangled breaths as she gasped for air.
"Hahahahahaha..."
No, it couldn't be! That laugh, she knew that laugh! Mercy's whole body was suddenly wracked with spasms and the side of her head collided with the unforgiving steel that trapped her. The laugh faded into the distance and her mind went from hazy to completely blank within a matter of seconds. Her body stilled, and she was blinded by the whitest of lights before she finally dropped into the sweet abyss of unconsciousness.
…...
"Mercy?" Vince McMahon sat in an overly large black office chair, behind a matching black granite desk trying to get his newest employee's attention. Linda was standing to the right of him, hands folded in front of her in a business-like manner. "...Mercy?" He tried again, this time snapping his fingers in front of her face for emphasis. He eyed his wife skeptically before leaning forward and shouting in Mercy's face. "MERCY!"
"What! Oh...huh?" Mercy's brain slowly floated back into the present , eyes focusing in on the man and woman before her. A moment of panic overtook her as she realized that she didn't know where she was, or who these people were. She gripped the arms of her chair so tight that the whites of her knuckles were showing and began to steady her breathing for fear of a panic attack.
"I was just telling you about some of the other superstars and how their story lines are based on actual truths. Since you will be working with Kane and the Undertaker I wanted to make sure you were OK with that." Vince sat back and leaned his head on his hand in exasperation.
"Undertaker..." Mercy stopped the crazy flow of thoughts running through her head and slowly went over the two names Vince had threw at her. "Kane!" Her eyes instantly lit up in recognition of the first of them. She remembered that name, where did she remember it from? The color red. She remembered he liked the color red. Then her memories came flooding back to her and she gave a heavy sigh of relief. "I'm so sorry Mr. McMahon, I guess I spaced out." Mercy's face flushed in embarrassment of her faux pas. Luckily Linda was kind enough to overlook her odd actions and only smiled kindly back at her.
"It's alright. I know how nerve racking interviews can be, but as Vince said if you think you can handle yourself around the two brothers, we will gladly write you in with them." Linda walked to the mini fridge and pulled out two bottles of water, handing one to Mercy who accepted it gratefully.
"I'm sure I can handle it." Mercy smiled big and stood from her chair with her hand outstretched to Vince. "It was a pleasure meeting you, and I can't wait to get down to the arena and get to work."
"You had better get a move on then, the brothers of destruction are eagerly awaiting your arrival!" Vince smirked and shook his newest superstar's hand as he and his wife began to gather their papers and other effects they would need for the show that night. It just so happened that the WWE was in Hartford, home of WWE headquarters. That was probably the only lucky thing that would befall Mercy for quite some time.
"Goodbye Vince, Linda. See you later tonight, and Thank You again!" Mercy hurried out the door and to the elevator, the excitement getting the better of her. In a few minutes she would be meeting Kane and the Undertaker. Who knew their story line was based on truths? The elevator doors opened on the lobby level and Mercy just about power walked past the receptionist and through the revolving doors. She hailed a cab and asked him to head to the arena as she hurriedly climbed into the backseat.
…...
"Its me."
"What!"
A hand clamped roughly over Mercy's mouth and her eyes nearly popped out of her head in her quickness to open them. She would have jumped out of her skin if another arm hadn't been holding her back by the shoulders. She tried to take in her surroundings but all she could see was a masked face so close to hers that she could feel the breath on her cheeks.
"I'm here to save you, Shh!" The masked man brought a finger to his mouth and stepped back a few paces, pulling Mercy up as he went.
"H-Hurricane?" Mercy was baffled beyond belief. She was in a long, empty corridor, the florescent lights casting a harsh glow over the walls and floor.
"Follow me!" The caped crusader took her by the hand and began to drag her towards the end of the hall, stopping in front of one of the many closed doors. There was a picture of a stairwell painted in black on the frosted glass window, so Mercy made the assumption that they were headed towards the stairs. The Hurricane pulled a long, thin pin from a secret pouch on his hurri-belt and deftly picked the lock on the door.
"What the hell is going on?" Mercy whispered softly, not quite believing her own eyes as the door creaked open and Hurricane Helms pulled her to the foot of a steep set of stairs.
"I told you, I'm going to save you!" He gave her a toothy, almost sinister smirk before yanking her by the wrist and sending her tumbling down the stairs.
…...
"Hey! Hey, lady! Wake up!" The cab driver had pulled up at the back entrance of the arena and opened the back door to let his passenger out, only to find that she had fallen asleep.
"Whoa..." 'What the hell?' Mercy sat up straight and looked around. 'It was a dream, just a dream.' "Sorry mister. Here you go, and thanks for the ride." She fished through her jeans pocket and handed the miffed man a twenty dollar bill. "Keep the change." She exited the cab and watched him disappear around the corner before letting out a deep breath and heading towards security. 'What a crazy day, and its only four o'clock.' She approached the man seated in the security booth and pulled her all access ID from her back pocket. "Hey there."
"Hi..." He took the badge from her and looked it over, smiling as he handed it back. "Mercy. Nice name you got there. No last name though?"
"Nah. I didn't like the one I had, so I got rid of it." The security guard raised a brow at her but waved her through anyway. " You know where Taker and Kane are? I'm supposed to go and introduce myself." Mercy decided to ask before she got completely lost in the arena.
"They should be in their locker room going over tonight's match. Its nice to see those two boys finally getting along for once. Uh, room number 603 I believe."
"Hey, thanks!" This time Mercy gave him a genuine smile as she turned and headed inside.
"Mercy, don't forget to take your medicine!" The security guard called out to her before she could get too far and tossed her a prescription bottle full of little white pills.
"Oh yeah, thanks for reminding me." Mercy unscrewed the top of the water bottle that Linda had given her and all too happily swallowed two of the pills before she disappeared inside.