Post by Mercedes Vargas on Jan 25, 2015 23:57:59 GMT
..::PROLOGUE::..
You ever had one of those days when no matter what you do, everything goes wrong? The alarm clock didn't go off. The morning paper route completely missed your yard by about three mailboxes. Your co-workers secretly hate you for the sake of being, well, you? And then you stop and wonder why do bad things happen to good people? I'm thinking it's just Murphy's Law having a little fun at my expense.
Isabella Maldini and Eternity clearly, CLEARLY, doesn't like me. That's nothing new. I've accepted the fact that I have very few friends in IWF, maybe none at all after my comments at Survival of the Fittest just over two months ago caused quite a stir. It got a lot of people riled up, got a lot of people talking, even in hushed tones. And as a direct result of that, the Diamonds Division, and possibly IWF at large, has made me public enemy number one. Betcha by golly wow. Not bad for someone who is suppose to be boring, pathetic, and way past her prime, right?
You know, for someone who isn't worth the free publicity, for someone who is just skating along in the mid-card and who doesn't even have a little gold statuette to her name in the two years since this company opened, it seems to me that I've garnered quite a lot of attention lately. Not that I really mind it, but there is such a thing as having too much of a good thing.
Some of the girls in the division, the very same ones that are more notorious that I am in speaking their minds, think that what I've said back then at the pay-per-view and even now are just words. That I'm doing this just for show. Believe me when I tell you, I'm not. Whether my words ring true or you tune me out or maybe you just don't give a damn - and I like to think it's the second option, otherwise you all wouldn't be so butthurt over what I've said in recent weeks - I'm not going away anytime soon. And there's only two things you can do about it. Nothing, and like it.
Now, I don't know what you've been up to for the better of a year, Izzy, but I'm sure you had a lot of time on your hands and I hope it was put to good use. Even though this is the first time you and I have had any kind of confrontation, if there is anyone who is glad to see you back in an IWF ring, it's me. You came back at the right time.
It's unfortunate that you set your sights on the wrong person.
It's unfortunate that you set your sights on the wrong person.
You claim that I haven't learned my lesson? Eh, that's open to interpretation. By that admission, either I'm a really bad student or maybe you don't have anything to teach me. And unless you missed the short bus on the way to the learning tree, you probably forgot which of us is the rookie and which of us is the veteran. But, hey, at least you caught on that, yeah, I can be pretty stubborn sometimes.
I have been everything but loyal to IWF. Unlike you, I was never fired, I didn't fall off the face of the earth like Rayne and, sorry to say, but the search was called off for Eternity and her whereabouts a long time ago. In any event, at Meta, I haven't forgotten that I have a tag partner for this match, though whether we're going to get along is another story. For one, it's not like Alexis and I are going to be the best of friends overnight. So you can't blame me if I'm a little apprehensive about Sunday. But on the other hand, maybe I shouldn't be. Because I realise that at the end of the day, the only person that you can rely on is yourself. It's a sad, but true, universal truth.
Do I care that I'm not liked or that my partner wants nothing to do with me? Not really. And why should I? Whether you love me or hate me, you can't help but watch me. And this Sunday, Isabella and Eternity, the world will be watching and waiting and wondering how you two are going to get yourselves out of this one.
They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. And you know something, girls?
I think I'm getting stronger everyday.
I have to be, if I'm going to defeat the both of you.
_______≈₪≈______
«The scene opens coming into full view as a large cruise ship is seen heading towards its destination. As we cut to a view of the deck, we see a throng of people mingling and enjoying the ocean breeze.
I think most people are surprise to learn that I am a bon vivant. Who doesn't want to take time out to enjoy themselves after a brutal week or two, or an entire month, really? For me, this sea cruise was a long time coming. Waving and smiling and moving through the crowd, having a martini, good food. This was the life. I hope it never ends.
"So, your cousin tells me you got her fired from her job. Is there any truth to that?"
"I'm sorry, what?"
«Mercedes's date looks up from his plate and across the table staring at a wine menu. For the last five minutes or so, Mercedes hides behind the list. When she puts down her menu and meets his eyes, all she could muster is an nervous smile.»
.::DATE::..
Your cousin, Carmen? Lost her job. Because of you. True or not?
OK, now I wanted this night to be over. This was truly becoming awkward. Certainly not the first time I've found myself in this position. Questions like these will do that to you.
.::MERCEDES::..
No. No, it's not true. It's heresy. Heresy, I say!
.::DATE::..
Wait, so. That wasn't you who told off her boss at the movie theater the night your cousin was out with her boyfriend at the same cinema?
.::MERCEDES::..
I plead the fifth. Can we start over?
«Mercedes extends her hand out to her date.»
.::MERCEDES::..
Hi, Mercedes.
.::DATE::..
Ethan. Nice to meet you.
He takes her hand and shakes it.»
.::ETHAN::..
So, tell me about yourself.
.::MERCEDES::..
Well, I'm single. 35. Model, actress, and I kick people's asses for a living. Of course, that pales in comparison to being a DJ.
.::ETHAN::..
It's not all it's cracked up to be. The crowd. Music has to be right. The occasional shootout, but, you know, comes with the territory. So, a professional wrestler, huh? Interesting. So, what's a pretty girl like you....
.::MERCEDES::..
Doing in a male-dominated sport like that? Well, I've won more than I lost, and I have a couple of championships under my belt. You know, can't help being that good.
I also can't help being IWF's latest guinea pig for the last three weeks. Guess it comes with the territory.
«As the waitress comes around with the bill, the waitress chats it up with Mercedes's date. Reaching for the bill, Mercedes isn't too concerned with the pricing just south of 100 dollars, but there's a message on the bill. She looks out to a table three feet away. The waitress leaves and Ethan looks up at Mercedes.»
.::ETHAN::..
Something wrong?
.::MERCEDES::..
Yeah. You remember that awkward conversation from earlier? It's just got more awkward. That was from my attorney.
«They both look back at a blonde woman sitting three tables away. She waves back at Mercedes.»
.::ETHAN::..
This is going to be a long night...
Fade.
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..::EPILOGUE::..
There's a saying that goes that if you want something done right, do it yourself. It's good advice, smart advice, but you'd be surprised to know that some people don't readily accept it. They rather have strength in numbers. And while three heads are better than one, it's almost sad to think that they have to resort to intimidation tactics because that one person has defeated them over and over again. In my country, there's a word for people like that - cowards.
Cowards who have to cheat and use faulty lighting to gain an edge on an opponent. But it really doesn't matter. In the end, thanks to Roberto Verona, our Diamonds Champion gets a free pass from having to defend her title this month and have to settle for a grudge match, a respected 25-year veteran who could practically be the mother of any of those Training Ground rookies on the roster gets handed a title shot at the Ruby Championship five weeks after losing out on the Diamonds Championship contendership, and as for her two friends, well, they may have started this war along with her, but I'm going to be the one to finish it.
Everybody gets what they want.
Well, almost everybody.
All work and no play makes for one dull Eternity.
Are you not entertained? What do you want from me? You want to see me jump through hoops? Crack awful knock-knock jokes in pig Latin, huh? How about quoting Shakesphere while riding a unicycle around the ring, that's what you want?
I was this close to getting my hands on you, Eternity, but you got away. This Sunday, you might not be so lucky. When that steel cage door closes, it's going to be a war. You'll be waving your little flag, but it will be one of surrender.
I'm not intimidated by you or your little faction. Do your worse. Because even at your best, it still won't be enough to stop me. In the sea of mediocrity, I'm just keeping my head above water. But then again, it all goes back to that saying.
If you're born to be hanged, you'll never be drowned.
There's a saying that goes that if you want something done right, do it yourself. It's good advice, smart advice, but you'd be surprised to know that some people don't readily accept it. They rather have strength in numbers. And while three heads are better than one, it's almost sad to think that they have to resort to intimidation tactics because that one person has defeated them over and over again. In my country, there's a word for people like that - cowards.
Cowards who have to cheat and use faulty lighting to gain an edge on an opponent. But it really doesn't matter. In the end, thanks to Roberto Verona, our Diamonds Champion gets a free pass from having to defend her title this month and have to settle for a grudge match, a respected 25-year veteran who could practically be the mother of any of those Training Ground rookies on the roster gets handed a title shot at the Ruby Championship five weeks after losing out on the Diamonds Championship contendership, and as for her two friends, well, they may have started this war along with her, but I'm going to be the one to finish it.
Everybody gets what they want.
Well, almost everybody.
All work and no play makes for one dull Eternity.
Are you not entertained? What do you want from me? You want to see me jump through hoops? Crack awful knock-knock jokes in pig Latin, huh? How about quoting Shakesphere while riding a unicycle around the ring, that's what you want?
I was this close to getting my hands on you, Eternity, but you got away. This Sunday, you might not be so lucky. When that steel cage door closes, it's going to be a war. You'll be waving your little flag, but it will be one of surrender.
I'm not intimidated by you or your little faction. Do your worse. Because even at your best, it still won't be enough to stop me. In the sea of mediocrity, I'm just keeping my head above water. But then again, it all goes back to that saying.
If you're born to be hanged, you'll never be drowned.
Well howdy there pardner.