'Scott Royal, your pain seems to be your driving force. You are being brought back into Mercury at a time of complete chaos in your life. Your family barely dead and buried, your emotions shot all to hell. Trust me, I know. Each Promo, you talk as if you just want to hurt someone, friend, foe or other. To make someone scream in a pain that you feel deep in your shattered soul, I know the feeling. I still feel that to this day.'

The Ram pulls into a quiet looking cemetery, not the one where Brimstone
was asked to return to Mercury in. He pulls into a spot for a car, and turns off the load engine. He grabs the sledge hammer off the back window and exits the truck. The faint sounds of birds chirping can be heard as Jacob Brimstone walks down the rows of quiet graves, and unsettling silence fills the sacred place almost waiting for violence to explode in this final resting place.

'Now on your return you are teamed with an old combatant of ours. Dirge and I have fought Blaise several times. Because of him, lines like 'taking a Blaise' were immortalized. However, during our fights a grudging respect formed. We fought each other till there was no fight left in each other. Knowing an opponent like that, makes you reconsider how to fight them in the ring. Though I dislike him, like most people, I do respect his ability and his talent, and I do not look past this match in anyway.'

Brimstone stops for a moment, pointing to a grave faraway, counting out a few steps to makes sure he is going to the right place. Sledgehammer by his side, he continues his path, taking care not to step on any grave site.

'Dirge and I have fought as the Entropy's Crusade for ten years, we formed one of the greatest stables in wrestling history, completed with our brothers Johnny Glamour and Vincent Picasso. Before that, we had been fighting for years in the smaller circuits together. You get to know this business and the people in it through out that amount of time.

The pain you are experiencing is easy to understand, and to explain. You want anyone to hurt including yourself. Especially yourself I might add. That is a shame, because you may end up getting more than just you hurt. Blaise does not have enough talent to carry you during your emotional break down. He is good, but no one is that good.'

Brimstone stops and turns. He looks down at the two headstones before him. The camera cannot make out anything of the name yet in the dying light of the day. Brimstone shakes his head almost in regret as a small barely audible sigh escapes his lips.

'Blaise, your partner is broken. He needs to be fixed, and get past his self destruction. I know you, and you will not back out of this fight, even with a man so far in the depths of his own minds hell. You will stand up there, with him, hoping for the best, trusting your instinct and abilities to carry you through this match. Therefore, I will help.'

Brimstone raises the sledge hammer and smashes into the head stones. After a few minutes the head stones are destroyed, and Brimstone breathing heavily drops the massive hammer. Leans back and glares at the camera, whose user can be heard breathing shakily at the inhuman, vile display he just witnessed.

'Blaise, I did that for you, out of respect for you. Now your teammate will be more focused on me, than screwing you over in some blind rage, or giving up in some self wallowing moment. Unless he truly does not care for those buried here, and is just using that as an excuse to talk tough, he will be focused on me. Therefore he will be focused on the match at hand. I will not hear excuses if your team is beaten. Royal, wake up, threatening a whole roster of very dangerous men is not the wisest choice. You do not want to go to jail if you fight outside the ring? Cowardice. Pure and unadulterated cowardice.

Brimstone spits upon the decimated grave stones and walks away into the the darkness of the night, the camera looks down and focuses on the names. The only thing that remains is a name on one, 'Royal'

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