Post by Mercedes Vargas on Apr 20, 2014 16:59:33 GMT
..::PROLOGUE::..
Now, it has come to my attention that the Deep Throat folks over there on IWF.com has pointed out that Alexis has pinned every person in this match, save for Eternity and Amber. Well, what they may have forgotten is that while there is history between myself and Ayla, I've been able to pin her in the one and only singles match between us back in NCW, Joanne Canelli can tell you that she's never beaten me, and although Alexis has never faced Eternity or Amber before, I do own a pinfall victory over Eternity, and I beat Amber in a tag team match. Sure, she didn't take the fall, but it still counts for something, at least.
A lot of people are going to tell you that they need to win this match, and if they're not, they must be pretty good actors, because they're lying through their teeth. I mean, who wouldn't want themselves a shot at the Diamonds Championship against Ana Valentine with a chance to unseat her and become the new face of the Diamonds Division? I know, pretty obvious, right? Anyways, each girl in this match will tell you why they think they should win and why they think they'll earn that opportunity to challenge for the title.
Ayla St. James, someone I know all too well, will analyze the competition. She'll point out their strengths and weaknesses, maybe throw in a few barbs along the way. Honestly, it doesn't get old. Except when it does.
Of course, you know, this match may or may not mean anything to her, depending on the waxing or waning of the moon or what side of the bed she woke up on this morning, but, yeah. How is she going to analyze the competition, by inviting her sister over and reenacting a puppet show? Wait, maybe it's game night at the St. James's, they'll probably have Falcon over. Rayne, Alysson and Emma, too (the latter depending if she gave up being a teetotaler) and they'll put a unique twist on Pictionary. However she wants to draw it up, the fact remains that Ayla is always a wildcard and you just never know when she'll surprise you. Well, I, for one, love surprises and hopefully she really makes a believer out of me Sunday. Guess we'll see on Sunday.
This is your playground, Joanne? Well explain to me why you're the one getting bullied all the time by the rest of the Diamonds? Sure, you got a win here and there, but what's the point? I think we all know you're a bit player unless you really put on your big girl panties and show us what you've got. Your delusions of self-importance, they're really adorable, it is. Especially when you try to set the narrative to fit your story, but the truth is, history hasn't been kind to you – no matter how you want to alter it. Now, I had no idea you were actually a part of NCW – you learn something new everyday – but as far as SCW is concerned, I've never lost to you. Ever. You can do all the yelling you want. The more you stomp and shout, the more desperate you seem. But then, I've always known you to be dangerous, Joanne, and desperate people do desperate things. I'll say this much for you - you're an excellent BS artist. You're very good at it. But I'll tell you what. If you can back up all those claims this Sunday, I'll never make fun of you again.
Wait, I can see on your faces that you're doubting me, right? The fact that I got – and you can choose whatever adjective that suits your fancy – steamrolled, thrashed, trounced, clobbered, outplayed, run roughshod over by Little Miss Phoenix this past Monday night is all the validation you need. That I've been chasing the Ruby Championship for some time and finally got the job done should hold some kind of weight, right? That I'm only holding the championship until someone better comes along, right? It's not like I've been cheating in matches and hiding behind my big, strong, bodyguard or relying on my knight in shining armor boyfriend to bail me out in matches, right? Yeah, you have me all figured out, don't you? Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if all of you think I'll be the first one eliminated from the match. Wouldn't surprise me at all.
_______≈₪≈_______
We fade in our scene to view a deck of playing cards illuminated by a light fixture above the table. A woman holding playing cards hides her face. She peaks her eyes through the cards, showing the intense stare of her dark brown eyes as the person sitting across from her throws their cards to the center of the table.
“Full House. Beat that."
What was once a brief smile disappears into shock. Shaking her head, Mercedes glanced at the smug expression coming from Jorge, leaning back with hands laced behind his head. Knowing that this was the end, Mercedes peers down at her cards again before she set her cards on top of the pile.)
.::MERCEDES::..
Well, I don’t know. Will an Ace, King, Queen, Jack and a 10 do the job?
..::JORGE::..
Curses! Foiled again!
I told you we should have played Twister.
Carmen, of course. She smiles as Jorge covers his face with one hand after being beaten with the Royal Flush.
.::CARMEN::..
You bit off more than you can chew.
..::JORGE::..
I hate you...
.::MERCEDES::..
You can’t win them all. There's no shame in losing.
..::JORGE::..
Easy for you to say. You beat me twice.
Carmen looks up at a notepad, tapping a pen against it.
.::CARMEN::..
Three times. But who’s counting?
..::JORGE::..
Shut up! You only won because...
.::MERCEDES::..
Because...?
..::JORGE::..
I let you win!
.::MERCEDES::..
Whatever helps you to sleep at night, that’s fine with me.
..::JORGE::..
Best three out of five?
.::MERCEDES::..
No.
..::JORGE::..
Four out of seven?
.::MERCEDES::..
OK.
..::JORGE::..
Really?
.::MERCEDES::..
No.
Mercedes stands to her feet, stretching.
.::MERCEDES::..
It's getting late, and I got a flight to catch tomorrow.
.::CARMEN::..
Going back out to Utah again?
.::MERCEDES::..
Wow, how did you know?
.::CARMEN::..
Would you believe I'm psychic?
..::JORGE::..
Now you tell me! I could have used your help out there.
Jorge raise an eyebrow as he prepares to leave.
.::MERCEDES::..
So, same time next week?
..::JORGE::..
You're going down next time, Mercedes!
..::CARMEN::..
Let's keep praying, huh?
_______≈₪≈_______
..::EPILOGUE::..
Now, I've said this before, and I'll say it again. There's nothing worse than a Diamond that peaks too early. You've had success too early and as the saying goes, the only way to go is down. You went down, Amber. You fell flat on your face. You lost the championship to Ana, yet you talk about how you're both equals, that you see eye to eye, but here's the real eye opener...
She's still look down on you.
She's the champion. You're not. End of story.
You've practically had everything handed to you. You're a Dickens novel waiting to happen. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was the season of light, it was the season of darkness. She had everything before her, she had nothing before her...Huh, tell me something, tell me your story, tell me a lie, make an excuse, say something. Try and save face any way you can. Hey, you can even come out here with a replica Diamonds Championship belt if it makes you feel better. It may not be the real thing, but it's better than nothing, right?
It's like I've been alluding to all along. I've gotten under your skin. You're hot and bothered. You are right about one thing, though. I wasn't able to beat Ana when she held the Ruby Championship, but that's only because I never had a match against her during that time. I don't book the matches, therefore it's not my fault. It's not my fault that she gave up the Ruby willingly only to press her luck at Danger Zone and lost against you. Not my fault that Jennifer Famularo pinned Desiree St. James to win the vacant title at Danger Zone. And it's certainly not my fault that I pinned her to become the new champion a little over a month ago on St. Patrick's Day at Sacrifice in Glendale, Arizona.
I don't care how Alice Pleasant wants to spin it.
What your problem is Amber is that perception is reality. I had you as someone who wanted to win matches on her own merits instead of having people fight your own battles. You were doing so well for yourself before you brought in Baby Huey into the thick of things. That's when your credibility was shot. I know there is a thing called PDA, but when Angel always has to hold your hand to help you win a match, then what were we supposed to do, turn our backs? Just pretend it didn't happen? You put Jessica Reed in the hospital, and you expect her to FORGIVE YOU?!? What the hell kind of backward thinking is that? Wow, you're not even blonde, but you must be one dumb bitch to actuallly think that, let alone let it come out of your mouth.
You want to know why no one takes you seriously, Amber Michelle Richards? You want to know why everyone thinks you're a paper champion? No, scratch that. Why I think you're a paper champion? It's because you have others fighting your battles for you, and you get all the credit. But then again, that's what this is all about, isn't it? You want me to give you credit, I will. I'll give you a lot more credit than you're worth. Let's face it, you've got more than enough credit, you and Ana both. You did nothing for the division – it's still a mess. The both of you did things only for yourself. Good for you.
You say that you have to use people to make the world remember that you're the biggest baddest bitch in pro wrestling. Well, if you're so big and bad, why are you letting this “moron”, this “insignificant nobody”, this “curtain jerker” get the best of you then? If you have to tell people how good you are, then how good are you really?
But back to the whole paper champion thing. You've heard it all before? Good! I want for you to keep hearing it, because I'm not going to tell you what you want to hear, I'm telling you what you NEED to hear. Is it making you mad? Do you wanna kick my ass? You want me to shut up? Go ahead bitch, make my day. You want me to know my place? You got this Sunday to do it. Learn some respect? How about you learn that respect is earned, not given just because you carried a hunk of gold on a strap made of cow skin for almost three months, two months and a day if we're talking about your Ruby Championship reign, and won a shiny trophy. As a matter of fact, how about you learn some self-respect first, you Jezebel. Like a siren, you bring men to their doom. Look at Cable. Angel will probably be next if he's not careful. And now you've got Nero, too? You certainly get around, don't you?
It must be the accent. That Norwich accent has to be it.
You claim that in order to win, we have to go through you? That's fine. The world will find out what happens when an irresistible force meets a movable object.
The movable object, by the way? That would be you, just so we're clear.
But as for the rest of you...Alexis, Eternity...Two sides of the same coin. Don't think I've left you two last because you're important – you're not. It's no secret that the two of you are the craziest set of yahoos I've ever had the chance of being in the same ring. Alexis, like I've said before, you defeated me twice – once by pinfall in a singles match, once by submission in a five-way match. I must admit I was wrong about you. You've come a long way since our first match way back when. Have my perceptions changed about you? Eh, a little bit. Doesn't mean I'm going to treat you any less of a threat than the others. You and me had ourselves a little spat on Twitter this week about a few things, the least of which is my title. And while we can sit behind a keyboard and tweet, tweet, tweet, until our fingers fall off, words aren't going to win the day. That's going to be decided inside the ring. Already, you're one of the favorites to win, and I don't doubt for a second that you just might do that.
But even if you don't, that's okay. And if you fall to Ana, well, that's okay, too Even if you shoot for the moon and miss, you always land among the stars.
That, and in space no one can hear you scream as your oxygen runs out.
You want a shot at the Ruby Championship, Alexis? You tweeted that the title should be on the line at the pay-per-view? Well, it won't happen at the pay-per-view, but if you think you can end my reign, why don't you ask IWF management really nicely, and maybe they'll consider giving you a title shot.
And as for Eternity, well. Don't bother explaining it to me. One does not simply try to understand Eternity. Just because no one understands you doesn't mean you're an artist. Life is a beautiful struggle, isn't, E? Now, I'm not sure where all this talk about death is coming from, it's not like we're attending a funeral or something. But it's funny you talked about death being the end, and this is true. However, this Sunday at Viewer's Choice, death takes a holiday. The same could be said for you, because I like you more the less I see you. When it comes to you, less is more and when it comes to me more is better. You seem to know me all too well, sweetheart. You claim that I'm in search of validation for the other Bombshells. I find that funny because, to be quite honest with you, I never began a search when I didn't go anywhere. You are you, I am me. And if anything, living outside the fringe of society is your bag. I don't need affection, approval or acceptance from anyone. Never needed it then, haven't done it since. I exist, therefore I matter, and you or anyone else can change that. My worth isn't guided by people's acceptance. As long as I accept myself, I'm good.
I’ll leave you with this, girls. You think I don't have a shot at winning this thing? Good. You think I'm going to let a bunch of talking heads affect how this match is going to go for me? Good. You think that because I'm the least favorite to win according to some stupid interactive poll that's supposed to get to me? Good. You think I give two shits about what any of you say about me or my chances in this match? Good.
Keep thinking that. Keep believing that. Tell me I'm not good enough. Tell me I can't do it. That's just motivation for me to say that I can, and I will.
And then I will laugh at you.
And you will wonder what the hell just happened.
You all will find out for yourselves.
Isn't it ironic that this pay-per-view falls on Easter Sunday? Sure, it may be the only when it's a good idea to put all your eggs in one basket.
I'll just be adding names to my checklist.
Now, it has come to my attention that the Deep Throat folks over there on IWF.com has pointed out that Alexis has pinned every person in this match, save for Eternity and Amber. Well, what they may have forgotten is that while there is history between myself and Ayla, I've been able to pin her in the one and only singles match between us back in NCW, Joanne Canelli can tell you that she's never beaten me, and although Alexis has never faced Eternity or Amber before, I do own a pinfall victory over Eternity, and I beat Amber in a tag team match. Sure, she didn't take the fall, but it still counts for something, at least.
A lot of people are going to tell you that they need to win this match, and if they're not, they must be pretty good actors, because they're lying through their teeth. I mean, who wouldn't want themselves a shot at the Diamonds Championship against Ana Valentine with a chance to unseat her and become the new face of the Diamonds Division? I know, pretty obvious, right? Anyways, each girl in this match will tell you why they think they should win and why they think they'll earn that opportunity to challenge for the title.
Ayla St. James, someone I know all too well, will analyze the competition. She'll point out their strengths and weaknesses, maybe throw in a few barbs along the way. Honestly, it doesn't get old. Except when it does.
Of course, you know, this match may or may not mean anything to her, depending on the waxing or waning of the moon or what side of the bed she woke up on this morning, but, yeah. How is she going to analyze the competition, by inviting her sister over and reenacting a puppet show? Wait, maybe it's game night at the St. James's, they'll probably have Falcon over. Rayne, Alysson and Emma, too (the latter depending if she gave up being a teetotaler) and they'll put a unique twist on Pictionary. However she wants to draw it up, the fact remains that Ayla is always a wildcard and you just never know when she'll surprise you. Well, I, for one, love surprises and hopefully she really makes a believer out of me Sunday. Guess we'll see on Sunday.
This is your playground, Joanne? Well explain to me why you're the one getting bullied all the time by the rest of the Diamonds? Sure, you got a win here and there, but what's the point? I think we all know you're a bit player unless you really put on your big girl panties and show us what you've got. Your delusions of self-importance, they're really adorable, it is. Especially when you try to set the narrative to fit your story, but the truth is, history hasn't been kind to you – no matter how you want to alter it. Now, I had no idea you were actually a part of NCW – you learn something new everyday – but as far as SCW is concerned, I've never lost to you. Ever. You can do all the yelling you want. The more you stomp and shout, the more desperate you seem. But then, I've always known you to be dangerous, Joanne, and desperate people do desperate things. I'll say this much for you - you're an excellent BS artist. You're very good at it. But I'll tell you what. If you can back up all those claims this Sunday, I'll never make fun of you again.
Wait, I can see on your faces that you're doubting me, right? The fact that I got – and you can choose whatever adjective that suits your fancy – steamrolled, thrashed, trounced, clobbered, outplayed, run roughshod over by Little Miss Phoenix this past Monday night is all the validation you need. That I've been chasing the Ruby Championship for some time and finally got the job done should hold some kind of weight, right? That I'm only holding the championship until someone better comes along, right? It's not like I've been cheating in matches and hiding behind my big, strong, bodyguard or relying on my knight in shining armor boyfriend to bail me out in matches, right? Yeah, you have me all figured out, don't you? Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if all of you think I'll be the first one eliminated from the match. Wouldn't surprise me at all.
_______≈₪≈_______
We fade in our scene to view a deck of playing cards illuminated by a light fixture above the table. A woman holding playing cards hides her face. She peaks her eyes through the cards, showing the intense stare of her dark brown eyes as the person sitting across from her throws their cards to the center of the table.
“Full House. Beat that."
What was once a brief smile disappears into shock. Shaking her head, Mercedes glanced at the smug expression coming from Jorge, leaning back with hands laced behind his head. Knowing that this was the end, Mercedes peers down at her cards again before she set her cards on top of the pile.)
.::MERCEDES::..
Well, I don’t know. Will an Ace, King, Queen, Jack and a 10 do the job?
..::JORGE::..
Curses! Foiled again!
I told you we should have played Twister.
Carmen, of course. She smiles as Jorge covers his face with one hand after being beaten with the Royal Flush.
.::CARMEN::..
You bit off more than you can chew.
..::JORGE::..
I hate you...
.::MERCEDES::..
You can’t win them all. There's no shame in losing.
..::JORGE::..
Easy for you to say. You beat me twice.
Carmen looks up at a notepad, tapping a pen against it.
.::CARMEN::..
Three times. But who’s counting?
..::JORGE::..
Shut up! You only won because...
.::MERCEDES::..
Because...?
..::JORGE::..
I let you win!
.::MERCEDES::..
Whatever helps you to sleep at night, that’s fine with me.
..::JORGE::..
Best three out of five?
.::MERCEDES::..
No.
..::JORGE::..
Four out of seven?
.::MERCEDES::..
OK.
..::JORGE::..
Really?
.::MERCEDES::..
No.
Mercedes stands to her feet, stretching.
.::MERCEDES::..
It's getting late, and I got a flight to catch tomorrow.
.::CARMEN::..
Going back out to Utah again?
.::MERCEDES::..
Wow, how did you know?
.::CARMEN::..
Would you believe I'm psychic?
..::JORGE::..
Now you tell me! I could have used your help out there.
Jorge raise an eyebrow as he prepares to leave.
.::MERCEDES::..
So, same time next week?
..::JORGE::..
You're going down next time, Mercedes!
..::CARMEN::..
Let's keep praying, huh?
_______≈₪≈_______
..::EPILOGUE::..
Now, I've said this before, and I'll say it again. There's nothing worse than a Diamond that peaks too early. You've had success too early and as the saying goes, the only way to go is down. You went down, Amber. You fell flat on your face. You lost the championship to Ana, yet you talk about how you're both equals, that you see eye to eye, but here's the real eye opener...
She's still look down on you.
She's the champion. You're not. End of story.
You've practically had everything handed to you. You're a Dickens novel waiting to happen. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was the season of light, it was the season of darkness. She had everything before her, she had nothing before her...Huh, tell me something, tell me your story, tell me a lie, make an excuse, say something. Try and save face any way you can. Hey, you can even come out here with a replica Diamonds Championship belt if it makes you feel better. It may not be the real thing, but it's better than nothing, right?
It's like I've been alluding to all along. I've gotten under your skin. You're hot and bothered. You are right about one thing, though. I wasn't able to beat Ana when she held the Ruby Championship, but that's only because I never had a match against her during that time. I don't book the matches, therefore it's not my fault. It's not my fault that she gave up the Ruby willingly only to press her luck at Danger Zone and lost against you. Not my fault that Jennifer Famularo pinned Desiree St. James to win the vacant title at Danger Zone. And it's certainly not my fault that I pinned her to become the new champion a little over a month ago on St. Patrick's Day at Sacrifice in Glendale, Arizona.
I don't care how Alice Pleasant wants to spin it.
What your problem is Amber is that perception is reality. I had you as someone who wanted to win matches on her own merits instead of having people fight your own battles. You were doing so well for yourself before you brought in Baby Huey into the thick of things. That's when your credibility was shot. I know there is a thing called PDA, but when Angel always has to hold your hand to help you win a match, then what were we supposed to do, turn our backs? Just pretend it didn't happen? You put Jessica Reed in the hospital, and you expect her to FORGIVE YOU?!? What the hell kind of backward thinking is that? Wow, you're not even blonde, but you must be one dumb bitch to actuallly think that, let alone let it come out of your mouth.
You want to know why no one takes you seriously, Amber Michelle Richards? You want to know why everyone thinks you're a paper champion? No, scratch that. Why I think you're a paper champion? It's because you have others fighting your battles for you, and you get all the credit. But then again, that's what this is all about, isn't it? You want me to give you credit, I will. I'll give you a lot more credit than you're worth. Let's face it, you've got more than enough credit, you and Ana both. You did nothing for the division – it's still a mess. The both of you did things only for yourself. Good for you.
You say that you have to use people to make the world remember that you're the biggest baddest bitch in pro wrestling. Well, if you're so big and bad, why are you letting this “moron”, this “insignificant nobody”, this “curtain jerker” get the best of you then? If you have to tell people how good you are, then how good are you really?
But back to the whole paper champion thing. You've heard it all before? Good! I want for you to keep hearing it, because I'm not going to tell you what you want to hear, I'm telling you what you NEED to hear. Is it making you mad? Do you wanna kick my ass? You want me to shut up? Go ahead bitch, make my day. You want me to know my place? You got this Sunday to do it. Learn some respect? How about you learn that respect is earned, not given just because you carried a hunk of gold on a strap made of cow skin for almost three months, two months and a day if we're talking about your Ruby Championship reign, and won a shiny trophy. As a matter of fact, how about you learn some self-respect first, you Jezebel. Like a siren, you bring men to their doom. Look at Cable. Angel will probably be next if he's not careful. And now you've got Nero, too? You certainly get around, don't you?
It must be the accent. That Norwich accent has to be it.
You claim that in order to win, we have to go through you? That's fine. The world will find out what happens when an irresistible force meets a movable object.
The movable object, by the way? That would be you, just so we're clear.
But as for the rest of you...Alexis, Eternity...Two sides of the same coin. Don't think I've left you two last because you're important – you're not. It's no secret that the two of you are the craziest set of yahoos I've ever had the chance of being in the same ring. Alexis, like I've said before, you defeated me twice – once by pinfall in a singles match, once by submission in a five-way match. I must admit I was wrong about you. You've come a long way since our first match way back when. Have my perceptions changed about you? Eh, a little bit. Doesn't mean I'm going to treat you any less of a threat than the others. You and me had ourselves a little spat on Twitter this week about a few things, the least of which is my title. And while we can sit behind a keyboard and tweet, tweet, tweet, until our fingers fall off, words aren't going to win the day. That's going to be decided inside the ring. Already, you're one of the favorites to win, and I don't doubt for a second that you just might do that.
But even if you don't, that's okay. And if you fall to Ana, well, that's okay, too Even if you shoot for the moon and miss, you always land among the stars.
That, and in space no one can hear you scream as your oxygen runs out.
You want a shot at the Ruby Championship, Alexis? You tweeted that the title should be on the line at the pay-per-view? Well, it won't happen at the pay-per-view, but if you think you can end my reign, why don't you ask IWF management really nicely, and maybe they'll consider giving you a title shot.
And as for Eternity, well. Don't bother explaining it to me. One does not simply try to understand Eternity. Just because no one understands you doesn't mean you're an artist. Life is a beautiful struggle, isn't, E? Now, I'm not sure where all this talk about death is coming from, it's not like we're attending a funeral or something. But it's funny you talked about death being the end, and this is true. However, this Sunday at Viewer's Choice, death takes a holiday. The same could be said for you, because I like you more the less I see you. When it comes to you, less is more and when it comes to me more is better. You seem to know me all too well, sweetheart. You claim that I'm in search of validation for the other Bombshells. I find that funny because, to be quite honest with you, I never began a search when I didn't go anywhere. You are you, I am me. And if anything, living outside the fringe of society is your bag. I don't need affection, approval or acceptance from anyone. Never needed it then, haven't done it since. I exist, therefore I matter, and you or anyone else can change that. My worth isn't guided by people's acceptance. As long as I accept myself, I'm good.
I’ll leave you with this, girls. You think I don't have a shot at winning this thing? Good. You think I'm going to let a bunch of talking heads affect how this match is going to go for me? Good. You think that because I'm the least favorite to win according to some stupid interactive poll that's supposed to get to me? Good. You think I give two shits about what any of you say about me or my chances in this match? Good.
Keep thinking that. Keep believing that. Tell me I'm not good enough. Tell me I can't do it. That's just motivation for me to say that I can, and I will.
And then I will laugh at you.
And you will wonder what the hell just happened.
You all will find out for yourselves.
Isn't it ironic that this pay-per-view falls on Easter Sunday? Sure, it may be the only when it's a good idea to put all your eggs in one basket.
I'll just be adding names to my checklist.
Well howdy there pardner.