Post by Mercedes Vargas on Feb 22, 2015 23:58:59 GMT
..::PROLOGUE::..
Well, it's official, ladies and gentlemen. IWF has broken the internet.
Well, Alex Jones has, anyway.
I know, I know. It's not something he's willing to share for Show and Tell, but you have to admit, his selfies does make for great conversation starters at parties, small talk at the water cooler, eulogies at funerals. Probably would make a great tombstone when he's dead. I guess Mr. Jones forgot about Rule 42, huh? It's funny that Alex wants to talk smack about me, but that is the last thing he would ever want to do.
In any event, Alex Jones and Ana Valentine has engaged ME in a twitter battle for no other reason than to get me talking. And anyone who knows me, knows how I LOOOOVE to talk. Ana wants to poke the bear and think that she isn't going to get harmed. She goes on Twitter and make these stupid ass comments and think I won't respond? Are you kidding me? It's clearly obvious the girl has blinders on because every time I tell the truth, she sticks her fingers in her ears, goes la-de-da-de-da and acts like she's got the wind at her back.
You know, with all this talk about how you and Alex are going to take over IWF and everything, Ana, this does sounds oddly familiar. Because you more or less said the same thing when you were with Spike, then with Angel. The one man who could provide you with the one thing you desired, power. How you and the Age of X were the next best thing since sliced bread. How you guys were going to take over the company. Scorched earth. Win every title. Sure, you did accomplish some of your goals, but, like most things in life, nothing lasts forever. Bob Pooler left, Kayla Richards came to her senses. Angel lost the Imperial Championship. You trading back the Diamonds Championship back and forth with Amber?
When I brought up the fact that Ana was the first Diamond in history to cash in the Ruby Championship and lose, she became unglued. And when that happened, I knew then and there she lost that battle. Sunday, she's about to lose something else, and that's her title, if me or Alexis has anything to say about it.
But really, it should be if I have anything to say about it because let's face it, Lexi, your track record in title matches isn't very good. You know it, I know it, Ana knows it, the world knows it. But like Ana, you won't listen to reason. The definition of choke artist has a profile of your face next to the word. At least when I won the Ruby Championship, I only needed two chances.
Most people are surprised to know that there was only one title change in the five Ruby Championship matches last year, and two vacancies. The Diamonds Championship? 9 title matches and six title changes. You may be also slowly begin to realize that a few familiar faces were in those matches. And by "familiar faces", I mean Amber and Ana. Sprinkled in with Eternity here and there and, well, you, Alexis.
While your claim to having one Diamonds title match is true, you forgot to mention that you started 2014 with a Ruby Championship match in a triple threat, which, like your one Diamonds title match, you were also pinned.
So, let's review: You've had TWO title matches, you failed at both, and yet after all the opportunities – the triple threat at Meta, falling at the last hurdle to Eternity in the Iron Maiden match at Last Rites, losing to her for the Diamonds Championship two months after that at Bloody Azzies, and Lord knows how many other opportunities you would have gotten had the Age of X didn't take you out – you still think you will one day be a champion? Each time you went out there, you gave those fans what they wanted. They were holding out hope that maybe this girl from Cleveland, Ohio can do something, but, just like your beloved sports teams, and your boyfriend until recently, you disappoint again and again. That is what a choke artist does, Alexis.
They are underachievers, they fail under pressure.
They are, well, you.
Now, I love a good Disney movie as much as the next person where you get the gold, the guy, and the glory as a film score swells in the background, but not every story has a happy ending, Alexis.
And all you really have is the guy.
He may not even be THE GUY for long if that four-way match is anything.
But I'll say this much for you: Sunday will be a tough act to follow.
Are you willing to give us an encore one more time?
• • •
MANHATTAN, NEW YORK - EVENING
«The strain of violin music floats in the night air. The exclusive restaurant is relatively quiet for a Thursday evening with the chatter of other guests enjoying their dinner and the quality service that a competitive establishment demands.
"And they're still performing? I don't get it. Can they still be New Kids if they are damn near 50?"
"Some things I guess we'll never understand, huh?"
«Seated at a table is Mercedes Vargas with Etan, her date from last time.»
.::MERCEDES::..
About the cruise...
.::ETHAN::..
Don't mention it. It's not everyday that a date ends on a legal matter. Everything all right? How's the case coming along?
.::MERCEDES::..
I would spill, but I think I'm sworn under secrecy about talking about it. You know, attorney-client privilege?
«Ethan lets out a laugh and nods.»
.::ETHAN::..
Right, of course. Well, I've admitted I'm a superior football fanatic and occasionally blows exta cash at the race track. Now that you know my secrets, what's one of yours?
.::MERCEDES::..
It's too embarrassing...
.::ETHAN::..
Oh, come on. I'm sure it can't be that bad.
.::MERCEDES::..
Well, there was this one time...
«Her cellphone goes off. Mercedes doesn't take her eyes off of Ethan as she reaches for her purse.»
.::MERCEDES::..
This will only be a moment...
[reaching into her purse and answers the call]
Hello? No, I don't know who that is. Well, if it's a wrong number, why didn't you say so?
«As the conversation continues, her expression changes to anger.»
.::MERCEDES::..
Well, maybe the dingoes ate your baby! Did you ever think of that?!?
«Mercedes shakes her head as she hangs up.»
.::MERCEDES::..
Sorry about that. I swear, some people have no lives other than to troll others on their cellphones. Anyway, where were we?
.::ETHAN::..
You were getting ready to admit your secrets? I'm guessing it has something to do with babies, dingoes, and Australia? You take care of animals?
.::MERCEDES::..
I wish. But that's not entirely it.
«A woman walks up to them from another table.»
.::WOMAN::..
Excuse me. Do you mind if I ask you something? My husband and I have a disagreement and we'd like you to decide who is right.
.::MERCEDES::..
Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?
.::WOMAN::..
Yes, I can. Is this an interview?
.::MERCEDES::..
No, it's a date.
.::WOMAN::..
Is it now? Well, you have yourself quite a looker. I promise this will take a moment.
.::MERCEDES::..
No, I don't think that's going to happen. Because...
«Ethan thinks quick on his feet as he interrupts.»
.::ETHAN::..
We're just about leaving. Sorry about that. Perhaps you ask someone else.
.::MERCEDES::..
Right. What he said.
«A waiter passes by and Ethan asks for the check before he and Mercedes stand to their feet.»
«With a knowing smile, Mercedes mouths "sorry", shrugs, and follows Ethan, leaving the woman to stare after them while shaking her head.»
«Fade.»
• • •
There's no question who the best Diamond on the roster is, it's Ana, naturally. She is the champion, after all. But contrary to popular belief, I'm the real "threat" in this triple threat match; Alexis is the third wheel. But good luck trying to convince Ana from telling the difference. In her mind, we're all the same.
First you say I'm meaningless, then you say that 95 percent of the fan base would pay to shut me up. You say I'm just words, yet to the contrary you hang onto every word and I've clearly gotten under your skin. I'm nothing, yet you want to end my career? So, which is it, Ana? Am I a threat to your reign, or are you sending these mixed signals to get into my head, or is there something else you're not telling me? Maybe there IS something more than me just being here. Like Rayne, like The Children, like Amber Richards, you just can't stand me.
But that doesn't apply to, right? No, because you're Ana Valentine: Loved by few, hated by many, respected by all.
Nope.
For all those statuettes you took home at the IWF Awards, you should have got one more to add to your trophy case, and that's for being the biggest slut since Amber Richards. You make Maria – remember her? - look like a saint in comparison, and she's a former streetwalker. I can't respect that, I can't respect you. The reason why you're hated, it's not by accident. It's not because of your undeniable talent and it's damn sure isn't because of your title reigns and accolades. Honestly, I couldn't care less about your personal life or who you sleep around with or who notched your bed posts. Whether it's with Michael Kane, Angel Blake, or Alex Jones. Hell, I couldn't care less if it was with the Burger King or Ronald McDonald.
It leaves me to wonder though: if it did happen, did you have it your way or were you lovin' it?
I'm thinking it was probably with Ronald. If your twitter is to be believed, your trips to McDonald’s is a dead giveaway.
Sorry, not sorry.
Like Alexis, I've been in this company for the same 14 months. I'm sick and tired of the games, I'm sick and tired of the bullshit. I'm just plain sick and tired! All I want is my shot, my opportunity that I should have had months ago. Now that I have my match for the Diamonds Championship, there's nothing and no one who is going to stop me.
Ana may be intelligent and Alexis may be crazy, but I am pissed off, frustrated and, yes, Ana, desperate. And you should both know that desperate people can do dangerous things. You shouldn't mess with a desperate woman, especially one that is interested in what she wants. And that, Ana, is your title. Alexis has a lot of heart, but that can only take her so far. You may be the big bad bitch, but you're going to be put down like one.
And I still plan on having my hand raised and being declared the last Diamond standing.
No, I'm not looking to take the easy way out. Real champions stare adversity in the face and tackle it head on. I've been doing that for six years, sweetheart.
This match? No cheating necessary...
just the will to win.
• • •
It was a day unlike any other. Except time crawled by like a sick cockroach. And every one was wearing pantsuits. It was the second Saturday of the month. A day that I've also come to dread the most.
«Mercedes is seen sitting on a bench while staring at a front loading washer spin around filling with suds.»
Laundry day. Four a.m.
Lucky's operation was like a laundromat. And I was put through the wringer. I was down to my very last clean outfit. Pastels and a pair of crosstrainers. Pretty much a second degree offense in the public square of fashion. I had no choice. Not when my apartments pipes bursts again for the third time this week.
I was mad. Real mad. So mad I could taste it.
«Quiet chatter fills the air, which is usual for this time of day.»
I usually come here every other week. And just like separating dark, lights, and colors became routine, conversation also came into three types - sports, small talk, or gossip. It's usually the dirty laundry that is heard most, though. That day, I was approached by the last person I wanted to see.
.::GIRL SCOUT::..
I thought I recognized you.
.::MERCEDES::..
Curses! Foiled again!
.::GIRL SCOUT::..
Selling Girl Scout cookies, and business is going surprisingly well.
.::MERCEDES::..
That's nice.
.::GIRL SCOUT::..
See that lady outside, passing out the tracts? (pointing at a woman with black hair who appears to be in her late 40's[/i)] She bought three. And that mister over there talking to himself by the arcade bought five. And, of course, Mr. Gunther (pointing at the attendant who is watching television e and filling out a baseball sheet) just bought one a while ago. I need to sale this last box to get my badge.
«Mercedes goes back to folding clothes.»
.::GIRL SCOUT::..
So, how did your match go?
.::MERCEDES::..
What's it to you? You don't even watch my matches.
.::GIRL SCOUT::..
Well, did you get my autographs I asked for?
.::MERCEDES::..
If I said “yes”, will you leave me alone?
.::GIRL SCOUT::..
Sure.
.::GIRL SCOUT::..
So?
.::MERCEDES::..
So?
.::GIRL SCOUT::..
So where are they?
.::MERCEDES::..
You're still here?
.::GIRL SCOUT::..
I never gave you a definitive answer.
.::MERCEDES::..
And I never gave you a truthful answer.
.::GIRL SCOUT::..
And why not?
.::MERCEDES::..
Look, it's complicated, OK? Just go.
.::GIRL SCOUT::..
Go where?
.::MERCEDES::..
Away would be nice.
«She pauses and turns to her»
.::MERCEDES::..
Look, little girl, I'm not anyone's gopher, OK? If you wanted autographs, you should come to the shows. Matter of fact, you would even be lucky to get near to Crystal Hilton, let alone get her autograph.
«Mercedes takes up the laundry basket and exits the laundromat, only to come back.»
.::GIRL SCOUT::..
Wait! Want to buy my last box?
.::MERCEDES::..
You asked me that last year. And the answer is still no.
.::GIRL SCOUT::..
You really are a bitch...
.::MERCEDES::..
You kiss your mother with that mouth? This is why you can't have nice things.
«Fade.»
• • •
Well, it's official, ladies and gentlemen. IWF has broken the internet.
Well, Alex Jones has, anyway.
I know, I know. It's not something he's willing to share for Show and Tell, but you have to admit, his selfies does make for great conversation starters at parties, small talk at the water cooler, eulogies at funerals. Probably would make a great tombstone when he's dead. I guess Mr. Jones forgot about Rule 42, huh? It's funny that Alex wants to talk smack about me, but that is the last thing he would ever want to do.
In any event, Alex Jones and Ana Valentine has engaged ME in a twitter battle for no other reason than to get me talking. And anyone who knows me, knows how I LOOOOVE to talk. Ana wants to poke the bear and think that she isn't going to get harmed. She goes on Twitter and make these stupid ass comments and think I won't respond? Are you kidding me? It's clearly obvious the girl has blinders on because every time I tell the truth, she sticks her fingers in her ears, goes la-de-da-de-da and acts like she's got the wind at her back.
You know, with all this talk about how you and Alex are going to take over IWF and everything, Ana, this does sounds oddly familiar. Because you more or less said the same thing when you were with Spike, then with Angel. The one man who could provide you with the one thing you desired, power. How you and the Age of X were the next best thing since sliced bread. How you guys were going to take over the company. Scorched earth. Win every title. Sure, you did accomplish some of your goals, but, like most things in life, nothing lasts forever. Bob Pooler left, Kayla Richards came to her senses. Angel lost the Imperial Championship. You trading back the Diamonds Championship back and forth with Amber?
When I brought up the fact that Ana was the first Diamond in history to cash in the Ruby Championship and lose, she became unglued. And when that happened, I knew then and there she lost that battle. Sunday, she's about to lose something else, and that's her title, if me or Alexis has anything to say about it.
But really, it should be if I have anything to say about it because let's face it, Lexi, your track record in title matches isn't very good. You know it, I know it, Ana knows it, the world knows it. But like Ana, you won't listen to reason. The definition of choke artist has a profile of your face next to the word. At least when I won the Ruby Championship, I only needed two chances.
Most people are surprised to know that there was only one title change in the five Ruby Championship matches last year, and two vacancies. The Diamonds Championship? 9 title matches and six title changes. You may be also slowly begin to realize that a few familiar faces were in those matches. And by "familiar faces", I mean Amber and Ana. Sprinkled in with Eternity here and there and, well, you, Alexis.
While your claim to having one Diamonds title match is true, you forgot to mention that you started 2014 with a Ruby Championship match in a triple threat, which, like your one Diamonds title match, you were also pinned.
So, let's review: You've had TWO title matches, you failed at both, and yet after all the opportunities – the triple threat at Meta, falling at the last hurdle to Eternity in the Iron Maiden match at Last Rites, losing to her for the Diamonds Championship two months after that at Bloody Azzies, and Lord knows how many other opportunities you would have gotten had the Age of X didn't take you out – you still think you will one day be a champion? Each time you went out there, you gave those fans what they wanted. They were holding out hope that maybe this girl from Cleveland, Ohio can do something, but, just like your beloved sports teams, and your boyfriend until recently, you disappoint again and again. That is what a choke artist does, Alexis.
They are underachievers, they fail under pressure.
They are, well, you.
Now, I love a good Disney movie as much as the next person where you get the gold, the guy, and the glory as a film score swells in the background, but not every story has a happy ending, Alexis.
And all you really have is the guy.
He may not even be THE GUY for long if that four-way match is anything.
But I'll say this much for you: Sunday will be a tough act to follow.
Are you willing to give us an encore one more time?
• • •
MANHATTAN, NEW YORK - EVENING
«The strain of violin music floats in the night air. The exclusive restaurant is relatively quiet for a Thursday evening with the chatter of other guests enjoying their dinner and the quality service that a competitive establishment demands.
"And they're still performing? I don't get it. Can they still be New Kids if they are damn near 50?"
"Some things I guess we'll never understand, huh?"
«Seated at a table is Mercedes Vargas with Etan, her date from last time.»
.::MERCEDES::..
About the cruise...
.::ETHAN::..
Don't mention it. It's not everyday that a date ends on a legal matter. Everything all right? How's the case coming along?
.::MERCEDES::..
I would spill, but I think I'm sworn under secrecy about talking about it. You know, attorney-client privilege?
«Ethan lets out a laugh and nods.»
.::ETHAN::..
Right, of course. Well, I've admitted I'm a superior football fanatic and occasionally blows exta cash at the race track. Now that you know my secrets, what's one of yours?
.::MERCEDES::..
It's too embarrassing...
.::ETHAN::..
Oh, come on. I'm sure it can't be that bad.
.::MERCEDES::..
Well, there was this one time...
«Her cellphone goes off. Mercedes doesn't take her eyes off of Ethan as she reaches for her purse.»
.::MERCEDES::..
This will only be a moment...
[reaching into her purse and answers the call]
Hello? No, I don't know who that is. Well, if it's a wrong number, why didn't you say so?
«As the conversation continues, her expression changes to anger.»
.::MERCEDES::..
Well, maybe the dingoes ate your baby! Did you ever think of that?!?
«Mercedes shakes her head as she hangs up.»
.::MERCEDES::..
Sorry about that. I swear, some people have no lives other than to troll others on their cellphones. Anyway, where were we?
.::ETHAN::..
You were getting ready to admit your secrets? I'm guessing it has something to do with babies, dingoes, and Australia? You take care of animals?
.::MERCEDES::..
I wish. But that's not entirely it.
«A woman walks up to them from another table.»
.::WOMAN::..
Excuse me. Do you mind if I ask you something? My husband and I have a disagreement and we'd like you to decide who is right.
.::MERCEDES::..
Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?
.::WOMAN::..
Yes, I can. Is this an interview?
.::MERCEDES::..
No, it's a date.
.::WOMAN::..
Is it now? Well, you have yourself quite a looker. I promise this will take a moment.
.::MERCEDES::..
No, I don't think that's going to happen. Because...
«Ethan thinks quick on his feet as he interrupts.»
.::ETHAN::..
We're just about leaving. Sorry about that. Perhaps you ask someone else.
.::MERCEDES::..
Right. What he said.
«A waiter passes by and Ethan asks for the check before he and Mercedes stand to their feet.»
«With a knowing smile, Mercedes mouths "sorry", shrugs, and follows Ethan, leaving the woman to stare after them while shaking her head.»
«Fade.»
• • •
There's no question who the best Diamond on the roster is, it's Ana, naturally. She is the champion, after all. But contrary to popular belief, I'm the real "threat" in this triple threat match; Alexis is the third wheel. But good luck trying to convince Ana from telling the difference. In her mind, we're all the same.
First you say I'm meaningless, then you say that 95 percent of the fan base would pay to shut me up. You say I'm just words, yet to the contrary you hang onto every word and I've clearly gotten under your skin. I'm nothing, yet you want to end my career? So, which is it, Ana? Am I a threat to your reign, or are you sending these mixed signals to get into my head, or is there something else you're not telling me? Maybe there IS something more than me just being here. Like Rayne, like The Children, like Amber Richards, you just can't stand me.
But that doesn't apply to, right? No, because you're Ana Valentine: Loved by few, hated by many, respected by all.
Nope.
For all those statuettes you took home at the IWF Awards, you should have got one more to add to your trophy case, and that's for being the biggest slut since Amber Richards. You make Maria – remember her? - look like a saint in comparison, and she's a former streetwalker. I can't respect that, I can't respect you. The reason why you're hated, it's not by accident. It's not because of your undeniable talent and it's damn sure isn't because of your title reigns and accolades. Honestly, I couldn't care less about your personal life or who you sleep around with or who notched your bed posts. Whether it's with Michael Kane, Angel Blake, or Alex Jones. Hell, I couldn't care less if it was with the Burger King or Ronald McDonald.
It leaves me to wonder though: if it did happen, did you have it your way or were you lovin' it?
I'm thinking it was probably with Ronald. If your twitter is to be believed, your trips to McDonald’s is a dead giveaway.
Sorry, not sorry.
Like Alexis, I've been in this company for the same 14 months. I'm sick and tired of the games, I'm sick and tired of the bullshit. I'm just plain sick and tired! All I want is my shot, my opportunity that I should have had months ago. Now that I have my match for the Diamonds Championship, there's nothing and no one who is going to stop me.
Ana may be intelligent and Alexis may be crazy, but I am pissed off, frustrated and, yes, Ana, desperate. And you should both know that desperate people can do dangerous things. You shouldn't mess with a desperate woman, especially one that is interested in what she wants. And that, Ana, is your title. Alexis has a lot of heart, but that can only take her so far. You may be the big bad bitch, but you're going to be put down like one.
And I still plan on having my hand raised and being declared the last Diamond standing.
No, I'm not looking to take the easy way out. Real champions stare adversity in the face and tackle it head on. I've been doing that for six years, sweetheart.
This match? No cheating necessary...
just the will to win.
• • •
It was a day unlike any other. Except time crawled by like a sick cockroach. And every one was wearing pantsuits. It was the second Saturday of the month. A day that I've also come to dread the most.
«Mercedes is seen sitting on a bench while staring at a front loading washer spin around filling with suds.»
Laundry day. Four a.m.
Lucky's operation was like a laundromat. And I was put through the wringer. I was down to my very last clean outfit. Pastels and a pair of crosstrainers. Pretty much a second degree offense in the public square of fashion. I had no choice. Not when my apartments pipes bursts again for the third time this week.
I was mad. Real mad. So mad I could taste it.
«Quiet chatter fills the air, which is usual for this time of day.»
I usually come here every other week. And just like separating dark, lights, and colors became routine, conversation also came into three types - sports, small talk, or gossip. It's usually the dirty laundry that is heard most, though. That day, I was approached by the last person I wanted to see.
.::GIRL SCOUT::..
I thought I recognized you.
.::MERCEDES::..
Curses! Foiled again!
.::GIRL SCOUT::..
Selling Girl Scout cookies, and business is going surprisingly well.
.::MERCEDES::..
That's nice.
.::GIRL SCOUT::..
See that lady outside, passing out the tracts? (pointing at a woman with black hair who appears to be in her late 40's[/i)] She bought three. And that mister over there talking to himself by the arcade bought five. And, of course, Mr. Gunther (pointing at the attendant who is watching television e and filling out a baseball sheet) just bought one a while ago. I need to sale this last box to get my badge.
«Mercedes goes back to folding clothes.»
.::GIRL SCOUT::..
So, how did your match go?
.::MERCEDES::..
What's it to you? You don't even watch my matches.
.::GIRL SCOUT::..
Well, did you get my autographs I asked for?
.::MERCEDES::..
If I said “yes”, will you leave me alone?
.::GIRL SCOUT::..
Sure.
.::GIRL SCOUT::..
So?
.::MERCEDES::..
So?
.::GIRL SCOUT::..
So where are they?
.::MERCEDES::..
You're still here?
.::GIRL SCOUT::..
I never gave you a definitive answer.
.::MERCEDES::..
And I never gave you a truthful answer.
.::GIRL SCOUT::..
And why not?
.::MERCEDES::..
Look, it's complicated, OK? Just go.
.::GIRL SCOUT::..
Go where?
.::MERCEDES::..
Away would be nice.
«She pauses and turns to her»
.::MERCEDES::..
Look, little girl, I'm not anyone's gopher, OK? If you wanted autographs, you should come to the shows. Matter of fact, you would even be lucky to get near to Crystal Hilton, let alone get her autograph.
«Mercedes takes up the laundry basket and exits the laundromat, only to come back.»
.::GIRL SCOUT::..
Wait! Want to buy my last box?
.::MERCEDES::..
You asked me that last year. And the answer is still no.
.::GIRL SCOUT::..
You really are a bitch...
.::MERCEDES::..
You kiss your mother with that mouth? This is why you can't have nice things.
«Fade.»
• • •
..::EPILOGUE::..
Saying that these last five weeks for Mercedes have been crappy is, well, an understatement. Things were bad enough when I became the latest plaything of The Children going back to Diamonds are Forever last year, but for the most part, 2015 is already off to a bumpy start. Losing to rookies half my age, being the victim of Rayne's vendetta against me, having to put up with people besmirching my name all the while trying to keep my head above water in the Diamonds division. I guess things really hit rock bottom when I lost to a rookie who isn't even old enough to purchase alcohol. Taking out my frustrations on a referee made it that much worse. I'm surprised the powers that be haven't docked my paycheck after that.
To put the proverbial cherry on top, Alexis Caffrey decides to play hero and we got into it, brawling throughout the arena before security showed up. Isn't it funny how she and I always seems to run into each other lately? We had to put up with each other at the last pay-per-view – my only win to date thus far – and the only reason we won, despite what she wants to believe, is because Eternity kinda/sorta/maybe cost her own partner the match near the end. Isn't that a kick in the head?
And then came last show when she wanted to step up to me, wanting to bring up our history. Yeah, I know the score between us. I know that I have yet to beat you, period. But all that, at least for one night, will be thrown out the window because this won't be about pinfalls or submissions in this one. It's about who will be the last woman standing at the end.
Last Woman Standing, Last Diamond Standing. Same difference. Do you want to know what the key word in that phrase is? It's not "standing", it's not even being "last." It's "woman." Something you know nothing about, Alexis. Oh, sure, you may be 11 years younger than me, but your maturity level says something else.
When I said that Ana wasn't going sleaze her way out of another match, I meant it. When I said you weren't going to get off that easy Alexis, I meant it. You want to walk out of Las Vegas with your first IWF title? You won't simply get by with half the effort.
You're going to have to work twice as hard to earn it, that goes for everybody.
I know, this probably wasn't the match you were expecting Ana, but have a heart. You just might like our match. In your mind, you're probably thinking this is just another Sunday night to you, and that's fine. I can understand if you were to try every conceivable way to protect your title. If it were any other type of match, you could simply walk away, live to throw away another match, and get counted out. But then again, there's no countouts. You could clock myself or Alexis with the title and get yourself disqualified and leaving us pissed off and cursing your name at being robbed out of a title shot. But then again, there's no disqualification. And if it came to the point where you arrived a second late to break up that pinfall or submission, maybe cry about not being the one in the final decision, well, there's none of that either. No pinfalls, no submissions. The only way you leave out of Danger Zone and this match is to be the Last Diamond Standing.
But then, this is Ana Valentine we're talking about. Surely this match can't possibly be that difficult. You've been known to overcome the odds, right? You returned to the ring two months after Eternity tossed you from a ladder and you fell some thirty feet onto the steel stage below. You came to the ring two months later. You got by two rookies in a handicap match one time. You beat four Diamonds by yourself without a hassle. You've main evented five times. You fought with Amber over the Diamonds Championship for almost four months. You competed in three matches in a single night to take back the title. So I ask you, this Sunday just how far are you willing to go to retain your title? What risks are you willing to take to walk out of Vegas still champion?
They say you’re the odds-on-favorite to win. I wouldn't be surprised if a poll was taken right now that says I have zero chance of winning. But isn't it funny how it's always the dark horse that comes away with everything, overcoming the odds and leaving everyone speechless? Or that bump in the road that turns over that bandwagon? May the odds be forever in your favor, sweetheart.
Because I'm willing to risk it all. I'm willing to put my cards on the table. I'm willing to do whatever it takes, even sacrifice my career. The career that you want to end sooooo badly. You want to end my career? You got this Sunday to do it. Rayne tried, she failed. The Children stepped up to the plate and tried to take me out, struck out, and then went on to someone new. So, I guess that means you're next in the batting order, Ana. Think of Danger Zone as your personal playground. You can use whatever weapons you want – even chairs – to get the job done.
Just know that no matter how many times you knock me down, I always get back up.
So you go ahead and rest on your laurels, see how far that gets you. Go ahead and hold on to that false confidence and your unfounded arrogance. Go ahead and puff out your chest a little more and make all the bold declarations you want to. While you're at it, go ahead andmock my Ruby Championship reign. Is it my fault that I had lack of competition? Nope. I still surpassed YOUR reign, am the only champion to surpass 100 days and as of this day still the longest reigning champion, so that's your problem, not mine. Hold the fact that I lost to a rookie over my head, even though the first rookie I faced – April Maddox, remember her? - I beat her not once, but twice. I'll forgive you though.
Blonde moment?
The fact is, Ana, none of that is going to save you on Sunday. Your time is up Cinderella and when that clock strikes midnight, you and your Prince Charming may or may not recover from this. If I were you, and I'm SOOOOO glad I'm not, I'd be counting them down, sweetheart. And another thing you should be counting on is not how long I'll be on my back, but counting on me kicking your ass. So my advice to you? Don't come looking for me, because I'm coming for you. And you better do everything humanly possible to avoid getting my hands on you, because the instant I do, I can't promise it well end well for you.
You've made your bed and you'll have to lie in it. But something tells me you won't be having a good night's rest. That's because you'll be tossing and turning and dreading what you'll be in for the night before the pay-per-view. And there's no amount of pillow talk with Alex that's going to ease your troubled mind. You'll wake up in a cold sweat, reach for the nearest thing with in arm's reach – possibly 50 Shades of Grey, I don't know – and you'll stay up wondering just what have you gotten yourself into.
You had a free month without defending, but there will be nowhere for you to run or hide this time. Because you WILL lose the Diamonds Championship, and by Monday morning, on February 23, 2015, it will be a great day when we no longer have to hear your mouth, but you know we will, the night after that pay-per-view.
And yeah, I get it, I have the gift of gab, I like to talk a lot. On that night, though, I'll have just three words for you, Alexis, and the entire world.
NEW DIAMONDS CHAMPION.
Saying that these last five weeks for Mercedes have been crappy is, well, an understatement. Things were bad enough when I became the latest plaything of The Children going back to Diamonds are Forever last year, but for the most part, 2015 is already off to a bumpy start. Losing to rookies half my age, being the victim of Rayne's vendetta against me, having to put up with people besmirching my name all the while trying to keep my head above water in the Diamonds division. I guess things really hit rock bottom when I lost to a rookie who isn't even old enough to purchase alcohol. Taking out my frustrations on a referee made it that much worse. I'm surprised the powers that be haven't docked my paycheck after that.
To put the proverbial cherry on top, Alexis Caffrey decides to play hero and we got into it, brawling throughout the arena before security showed up. Isn't it funny how she and I always seems to run into each other lately? We had to put up with each other at the last pay-per-view – my only win to date thus far – and the only reason we won, despite what she wants to believe, is because Eternity kinda/sorta/maybe cost her own partner the match near the end. Isn't that a kick in the head?
And then came last show when she wanted to step up to me, wanting to bring up our history. Yeah, I know the score between us. I know that I have yet to beat you, period. But all that, at least for one night, will be thrown out the window because this won't be about pinfalls or submissions in this one. It's about who will be the last woman standing at the end.
Last Woman Standing, Last Diamond Standing. Same difference. Do you want to know what the key word in that phrase is? It's not "standing", it's not even being "last." It's "woman." Something you know nothing about, Alexis. Oh, sure, you may be 11 years younger than me, but your maturity level says something else.
When I said that Ana wasn't going sleaze her way out of another match, I meant it. When I said you weren't going to get off that easy Alexis, I meant it. You want to walk out of Las Vegas with your first IWF title? You won't simply get by with half the effort.
You're going to have to work twice as hard to earn it, that goes for everybody.
I know, this probably wasn't the match you were expecting Ana, but have a heart. You just might like our match. In your mind, you're probably thinking this is just another Sunday night to you, and that's fine. I can understand if you were to try every conceivable way to protect your title. If it were any other type of match, you could simply walk away, live to throw away another match, and get counted out. But then again, there's no countouts. You could clock myself or Alexis with the title and get yourself disqualified and leaving us pissed off and cursing your name at being robbed out of a title shot. But then again, there's no disqualification. And if it came to the point where you arrived a second late to break up that pinfall or submission, maybe cry about not being the one in the final decision, well, there's none of that either. No pinfalls, no submissions. The only way you leave out of Danger Zone and this match is to be the Last Diamond Standing.
But then, this is Ana Valentine we're talking about. Surely this match can't possibly be that difficult. You've been known to overcome the odds, right? You returned to the ring two months after Eternity tossed you from a ladder and you fell some thirty feet onto the steel stage below. You came to the ring two months later. You got by two rookies in a handicap match one time. You beat four Diamonds by yourself without a hassle. You've main evented five times. You fought with Amber over the Diamonds Championship for almost four months. You competed in three matches in a single night to take back the title. So I ask you, this Sunday just how far are you willing to go to retain your title? What risks are you willing to take to walk out of Vegas still champion?
They say you’re the odds-on-favorite to win. I wouldn't be surprised if a poll was taken right now that says I have zero chance of winning. But isn't it funny how it's always the dark horse that comes away with everything, overcoming the odds and leaving everyone speechless? Or that bump in the road that turns over that bandwagon? May the odds be forever in your favor, sweetheart.
Because I'm willing to risk it all. I'm willing to put my cards on the table. I'm willing to do whatever it takes, even sacrifice my career. The career that you want to end sooooo badly. You want to end my career? You got this Sunday to do it. Rayne tried, she failed. The Children stepped up to the plate and tried to take me out, struck out, and then went on to someone new. So, I guess that means you're next in the batting order, Ana. Think of Danger Zone as your personal playground. You can use whatever weapons you want – even chairs – to get the job done.
Just know that no matter how many times you knock me down, I always get back up.
So you go ahead and rest on your laurels, see how far that gets you. Go ahead and hold on to that false confidence and your unfounded arrogance. Go ahead and puff out your chest a little more and make all the bold declarations you want to. While you're at it, go ahead andmock my Ruby Championship reign. Is it my fault that I had lack of competition? Nope. I still surpassed YOUR reign, am the only champion to surpass 100 days and as of this day still the longest reigning champion, so that's your problem, not mine. Hold the fact that I lost to a rookie over my head, even though the first rookie I faced – April Maddox, remember her? - I beat her not once, but twice. I'll forgive you though.
Blonde moment?
The fact is, Ana, none of that is going to save you on Sunday. Your time is up Cinderella and when that clock strikes midnight, you and your Prince Charming may or may not recover from this. If I were you, and I'm SOOOOO glad I'm not, I'd be counting them down, sweetheart. And another thing you should be counting on is not how long I'll be on my back, but counting on me kicking your ass. So my advice to you? Don't come looking for me, because I'm coming for you. And you better do everything humanly possible to avoid getting my hands on you, because the instant I do, I can't promise it well end well for you.
You've made your bed and you'll have to lie in it. But something tells me you won't be having a good night's rest. That's because you'll be tossing and turning and dreading what you'll be in for the night before the pay-per-view. And there's no amount of pillow talk with Alex that's going to ease your troubled mind. You'll wake up in a cold sweat, reach for the nearest thing with in arm's reach – possibly 50 Shades of Grey, I don't know – and you'll stay up wondering just what have you gotten yourself into.
You had a free month without defending, but there will be nowhere for you to run or hide this time. Because you WILL lose the Diamonds Championship, and by Monday morning, on February 23, 2015, it will be a great day when we no longer have to hear your mouth, but you know we will, the night after that pay-per-view.
And yeah, I get it, I have the gift of gab, I like to talk a lot. On that night, though, I'll have just three words for you, Alexis, and the entire world.
NEW DIAMONDS CHAMPION.
Well howdy there pardner.