Post by Mercedes Vargas on Apr 5, 2015 22:58:50 GMT
..::PROLOGUE::..
So, I bet you're wondering what in the world am I doing wrestling on Training Grounds for the second consecutive week. I bet you're more interested on why I'm in the main event of said show? You're not alone, because I'm wondering the exact same thing. I've turned this over in my mind again and again trying to figure this out, but for the life of me I couldn't come up with a definite answer.
You know, it kind gets to the point where you can't even get in this business without getting into trouble. But that's nothing new with me. That’s right, Mercy's mouth has got herself in hot water aaaagain. Nope, nothing to see here, folks. For two weeks now - TWO WEEKS! - I wasn't booked. And it's not like I need an extended vacation either. I’m as healthy as I've ever been. Said I was in this for the long haul. But now what does IWF management do after I lost a match last week? They sent me to purgatory. Instead of me being on Sacrifice, maybe getting another match with Crystal or Rayne, they got me facing a snot-nosed brat and the next closest thing to Louise McDowell!
Do you remember a series of books called "Choose Your Own Adventure?" You know, like the books where you're the hero and at the end of each chapter, you're given choices to make to determine how the story continues and what not? Those were awesome. And for my two opponents have they got quite the choices to make in this match. One of them could have played nice and give me the respect I deserve, instead Sara Garcia chose to piss me off more than I already am!
Bad move, sweetheart.
I get it, you're 1-0. You want a gold star next to your name? Maybe a cookie? What, you think you're some kind of special snowflake now because you haven’t lost yet? Bitch, please. The only reason why you're 1-0 is because you haven't faced me yet. That record is about to go 1-1 after I'm done kicking your ass from pillar to post. There's this saying that if one sister feels pain, the other one does too. You know, something? I think we're going to test that theory out this Thursday, pumpkin, because I'm going to beat you so bad, Paige is going to feel it standing at ringside.
You have to be one dumb bitch to think you're going to beat me. That's not going to happen. See, because, I'm not going to be in the ring with you and Fiona, it's you two being in the ring with Mercedes Vargas.
And Fifi, for someone who likes using logic, don't you have to be pretty smart? Because from where I'm standing, you haven't been making smart decisions lately. Logic isn't going to help you win this Thursday night, I can guarantee you that. And you're one to talk about MY performance? Look at your record! Logic sure hasn't been helping you since your debut here, and it damn sure didn't help you and Jack shut up Ana and Alex, let alone Jessica Reed, now did it? In any event, Fiona, I would love to see if you can back up those words, sweetheart. Not that you will, but it sure make things a little interesting, no?
I have stood against the best that this company have to offer, I have beaten more people on this roster than the two of you combined. Why? Because unlike you, I don't make promises, I fulfill them. I don't make guarantees, they usually come with a warranty. And in a matter of four days, Fiona McFly, your words become null and void. A guarantee is only as good as the guarantor and from where I'm standing, you're not even THAT good. The only thing you've been guaranteeing lately is looking up at the arena lights, and I'm afraid that's going to continue if Thing 1 or Thing 2 allows that to happen.
See, unlike you, I don't make promises, I don't make guarantees.
I claim nothing, I prove everything.
What you two don't understand is that it doesn't matter what you say or do, the record book still says I'm the longest reigning Ruby Champion right now, and the chances of either of you actually winning a title here is the same as Spike Kane going on a hunger strike or Ana Valentine joining a convent.
You two can have your stupid, little rivalry, but you're not going to win at my expense.
Because in this story, there are no choices, there are no options, there's only one possible ending to this story.
And that is me walking out with my hand raised in victory.
_______≈₪≈______
[The Barcelona Apartments
Queen New York
Night]
[The scene opens from outside, looking into the apartment through the window. There, we can see a television blaring away in the living room.]
Laugh, and the world laughs with you. Cry, and you cry alone.
[Now inside, we find Mercedes sitting in the armchair, arms folded and looking grumpy. The television is blaring away in the background. But it's what's around her that really brings this scene into focus. Shards of glass are all over the place.]
After my loss at last weeks's Training Grounds Special, I was neither laughing or crying.
[She throws something at her vanity mirror, which breaks on contact.]
I was simply pissed off.
[There's a knock at the door, but it's ignored. When it opens, Bonnie, her attorney, sidesteps a flower pot that goes right past her where it shatters in the hallway.]
.::BONNIE::..
Whoa! Did I come at a bad time?
.::MERCEDES::..
How did you get in here?
[Bonnie simply indicates the doorknob.]
.::BONNIE::..
You left the door open? Listen, I would love to help you with your problem, but we've got serious problems. The court case is next week, and we've got to go over what you're going to say to the court.
.::MERCEDES::..
Can we talk about this tomorrow? It's way past my bedtime, I'm cranky and I've got a flight to get to, and I would hate to be late.
.::BONNIE::..
OK, sorry I came over. You're going to clean this up, right? I just encounter some of your neighbors, who aren't very happy right noise with the noise.
.::MERCEDES::..
Don't worry, I'll have it cleaned. Have a good night, Bonnie.
.::BONNIE::..
Right. If you need anything that doesn't include psychotic counseling, you have my cell.
.::MERCEDES::..
Good night, Bonnie.
.::BONNIE::..
OK, leaving now.
[The attorney backs away and slowly closes the door. In the hallway, she mouths the words, "wow", straightens her librarian glasses and hastily makes her exit.]
.::BONNIE::..
What did I do to deserve this kindness?
[Fade.]
So, I bet you're wondering what in the world am I doing wrestling on Training Grounds for the second consecutive week. I bet you're more interested on why I'm in the main event of said show? You're not alone, because I'm wondering the exact same thing. I've turned this over in my mind again and again trying to figure this out, but for the life of me I couldn't come up with a definite answer.
You know, it kind gets to the point where you can't even get in this business without getting into trouble. But that's nothing new with me. That’s right, Mercy's mouth has got herself in hot water aaaagain. Nope, nothing to see here, folks. For two weeks now - TWO WEEKS! - I wasn't booked. And it's not like I need an extended vacation either. I’m as healthy as I've ever been. Said I was in this for the long haul. But now what does IWF management do after I lost a match last week? They sent me to purgatory. Instead of me being on Sacrifice, maybe getting another match with Crystal or Rayne, they got me facing a snot-nosed brat and the next closest thing to Louise McDowell!
Do you remember a series of books called "Choose Your Own Adventure?" You know, like the books where you're the hero and at the end of each chapter, you're given choices to make to determine how the story continues and what not? Those were awesome. And for my two opponents have they got quite the choices to make in this match. One of them could have played nice and give me the respect I deserve, instead Sara Garcia chose to piss me off more than I already am!
Bad move, sweetheart.
I get it, you're 1-0. You want a gold star next to your name? Maybe a cookie? What, you think you're some kind of special snowflake now because you haven’t lost yet? Bitch, please. The only reason why you're 1-0 is because you haven't faced me yet. That record is about to go 1-1 after I'm done kicking your ass from pillar to post. There's this saying that if one sister feels pain, the other one does too. You know, something? I think we're going to test that theory out this Thursday, pumpkin, because I'm going to beat you so bad, Paige is going to feel it standing at ringside.
You have to be one dumb bitch to think you're going to beat me. That's not going to happen. See, because, I'm not going to be in the ring with you and Fiona, it's you two being in the ring with Mercedes Vargas.
And Fifi, for someone who likes using logic, don't you have to be pretty smart? Because from where I'm standing, you haven't been making smart decisions lately. Logic isn't going to help you win this Thursday night, I can guarantee you that. And you're one to talk about MY performance? Look at your record! Logic sure hasn't been helping you since your debut here, and it damn sure didn't help you and Jack shut up Ana and Alex, let alone Jessica Reed, now did it? In any event, Fiona, I would love to see if you can back up those words, sweetheart. Not that you will, but it sure make things a little interesting, no?
I have stood against the best that this company have to offer, I have beaten more people on this roster than the two of you combined. Why? Because unlike you, I don't make promises, I fulfill them. I don't make guarantees, they usually come with a warranty. And in a matter of four days, Fiona McFly, your words become null and void. A guarantee is only as good as the guarantor and from where I'm standing, you're not even THAT good. The only thing you've been guaranteeing lately is looking up at the arena lights, and I'm afraid that's going to continue if Thing 1 or Thing 2 allows that to happen.
See, unlike you, I don't make promises, I don't make guarantees.
I claim nothing, I prove everything.
What you two don't understand is that it doesn't matter what you say or do, the record book still says I'm the longest reigning Ruby Champion right now, and the chances of either of you actually winning a title here is the same as Spike Kane going on a hunger strike or Ana Valentine joining a convent.
You two can have your stupid, little rivalry, but you're not going to win at my expense.
Because in this story, there are no choices, there are no options, there's only one possible ending to this story.
And that is me walking out with my hand raised in victory.
_______≈₪≈______
[The Barcelona Apartments
Queen New York
Night]
[The scene opens from outside, looking into the apartment through the window. There, we can see a television blaring away in the living room.]
Laugh, and the world laughs with you. Cry, and you cry alone.
[Now inside, we find Mercedes sitting in the armchair, arms folded and looking grumpy. The television is blaring away in the background. But it's what's around her that really brings this scene into focus. Shards of glass are all over the place.]
After my loss at last weeks's Training Grounds Special, I was neither laughing or crying.
[She throws something at her vanity mirror, which breaks on contact.]
I was simply pissed off.
[There's a knock at the door, but it's ignored. When it opens, Bonnie, her attorney, sidesteps a flower pot that goes right past her where it shatters in the hallway.]
.::BONNIE::..
Whoa! Did I come at a bad time?
.::MERCEDES::..
How did you get in here?
[Bonnie simply indicates the doorknob.]
.::BONNIE::..
You left the door open? Listen, I would love to help you with your problem, but we've got serious problems. The court case is next week, and we've got to go over what you're going to say to the court.
.::MERCEDES::..
Can we talk about this tomorrow? It's way past my bedtime, I'm cranky and I've got a flight to get to, and I would hate to be late.
.::BONNIE::..
OK, sorry I came over. You're going to clean this up, right? I just encounter some of your neighbors, who aren't very happy right noise with the noise.
.::MERCEDES::..
Don't worry, I'll have it cleaned. Have a good night, Bonnie.
.::BONNIE::..
Right. If you need anything that doesn't include psychotic counseling, you have my cell.
.::MERCEDES::..
Good night, Bonnie.
.::BONNIE::..
OK, leaving now.
[The attorney backs away and slowly closes the door. In the hallway, she mouths the words, "wow", straightens her librarian glasses and hastily makes her exit.]
.::BONNIE::..
What did I do to deserve this kindness?
[Fade.]
Well howdy there pardner.