Blog: Almighty Fire: Redefined the Fifteenth
semana del 27 de abril al 5 de mayo de 2019
Blaze of Glory VII was one for the ages. Alicia Lukas regained the World Bombshell Championship in the main event of the show. Oh, and Team Eggplant and Samantha Marlowe retained their titles in defenses where, let's not kid ourselves, they were the odds on favorite to win anyway. The same can be said for next weekend at London Brawling II.
Now, granted, Kate Steele, Gamers Inc and Trinity Jones might put up a fight and while defending championships on television or pay-per-view isn't easy and one that can't last forever, I wouldn't be surprised if all the Bombshell titles were retained.
I hope Sam Marlowe retains Sunday because my work will be so much easier when I become number one contender and finally end her reign. That she has to face Trinity Jones, someone she's never lost to in her career, isn't all that bad. Any given Sunday and all that. Plus, she gets to break my singles defenses record.
It's not that it took four years for somebody to break it, it's just that it took four years for somebody to break it..
For me, my job is pretty much cut-and-dried. Look at who I have to face on Sunday, the newcomer Daniela V. Rodgers and Amanda Cortez.
Facing Amanda one on one is a tall task for any woman on the roster, at least when she was full time. Sure, she did beat me in our only singles match some four years ago, but I don't think she's too happy that it took me and Delia to end her tag title reign with Veronica or the fact that they couldn't get the titles back. Worse yet, Mikah stopped her cold the two times she tried to take the World Bombshell Championship. Nonetheless, Daniela accomplished what I couldn't to earn her first win in SCW. I don't know if that defeat has rocked Amanda to her core but that was bad, and she should feel bad. At London Brawling, she has to face Daniela again, knowing that loss will be haunting her mind, so she won't be as focused. Then you add me to the mix and the odds she walks out of London on Sunday are slim.
Daniela or Amanda could easily take it, and I'm sure a lot of people believe so.
But just because millions of people believe a foolish thing, doesn't make it any less foolish.
I have beaten almost everyone that there is to beat in this company. Now, granted, I'm not getting any younger, but my detractors aren't getting any bigger either. You want to know why? I've outlasted most of them to the point where they're an endangered species. I've outlasted every woman - and man - who have ever set foot inside an SCW ring and even those who came into company the same year I did. I've put down the loudmouths. I've silenced the doubters and naysayers. I've beaten contenders and pretenders alike. I've beaten them all. Whether they ended up on my checklist or were the few that got away, they never came back to the company.
I have not only made a name for myself, I have forged a dynasty. And I did it all right here. When the big names started to leave for other places, retire or start a family, the Misty's, Vixen's, Odette Stevens', Delia Darlings', Mikah's and Roxi Johnson's of the world, I continued my legacy. When I was down and out, when I wasn't seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, when I was at my lowest point, I didn't go take my talents to the UK like Lowri Moss and Natalie McKinley did. When it wasn't so cool to be an SCW talent, I busted my ass here for everything I've earned and I continue that every time I hit the ring.
This match means just as much if not more to me than it does to Dani or Amanda. Dani has her whole career ahead of her so a loss wouldn't be the end of the world. Amanda, on the other hand, while capable of beating anyone in SCW or whenever she shows up, seems like she's ready to hang up her boots again and she just came back three weeks ago. I hope that isn't the case because if she's just there to sit there like a bump on a log, then she might as well place a call to Tad Ezra right fucking now and join SCU.
Dani is determined, hungry, eager for an opportunity. And now, she has one. She is riding a wave of momentum after defeating Amanda, a woman who hasn’t been the same since her last run here. No doubt you're going waltz into London Brawling hoping that maybe lightning will strike twice. Except, you couldn't be more wrong, sweetheart.
SCW is where the big kids play and only the best survives in this jungle. Not everyone is cut out to be here. Ella Singleton lasted 4 and a half months before she packed up her tent and left for SCU, St. John Cross lasted three months and that Vanu Naufau guy put in five weeks and three matches before they both followed her. Pandora Barrett stuck around for three months before she got released and Hitamashii is on a hiatus just short of three months after the losses started piling up. Now, I hear two more from SCU is being promoted to the roster. I wish Valentina and Mark well.
In here, Dani, you're about to step in the ring with someone who is at the top of the food chain and is on the warpath hunting for survival and no one woman who fluked their way to a win after getting bounced from the first round of the BFTP and bombing in SCU before that is going to coast through just to steal this contendership, not on my watch. I am too determined and too talented to let Daniela or Amanda take me down. I'm coming to London to win it all Sunday and I couldn't care less who I have to beat to do so.
There's a saying you should always have a pair of boots close by. Amanda ended up on the wrong side of that little adage at the go-home show. Now, I’m not saying the shine is gone, but losing to Daniela, especially on your first match of your in-ring return, isn't a good look. I mean, maybe her fortunes could change at London Brawling, but Amanda had better not leave her competitive drive at the door if she wants to become a Triple Crown Champion. I'm surprised she isn't already.
The gloves are off, the war paint is on, and the checklist is always at hand. Wether you like it or not, I'm walking into London Brawling on a mission to make 2019 my best year ever in wrestling.
And I'm taking history with me.
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"I've seen all your movies. Edward Scissorhands, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Pirates of the Caribbean...Can I get your autograph?"
Mercedes thrusts an autograph book at Johnny Depp. Well, a lifelike version of him anyway.
Here at the Madame Tussauds wax museum, the Marylebone Road premises close to Regent’s Park in London, guests can truly get up close and personal with a who's who of A-list celebs, sports legends, political figures and historical icons.
Mercedes and her friends are out and about this day, taking a magical journey through the museum, which has stood for two and a quarter centuries. Tomas was characteristically irreverent and cheeky, pulling faces and making bunny ears behind the heads of the rich and famous while Irma nestled with her favorites. Ricardo and Hugo were taking selfies Christiano Ronaldo, David Beckham, Tiger Woods and Muhammad Ali wax figures.
Ricardo: Good thing we got these Big London cluster tickets.
Mercedes: Who wants to stands in long lines? I don't. Hey, there's the Donald.
Irma: What? Where?
Ah, yes, the Donald. Next to the British monarchy, the Donald Trump figure was one of the more popular attractions – mostly with people making rude gestures around his head. Mercedes snapped a picture with Marilyn Monroe. Ricardo took a selfie with a dapper Patrick Stewart, wearing a burgundy jacket. In one wing of the museum was a catwalk dedicated to Fashion Week. Irma and Mercedes struts down the runway then both perform the Vogue pose. Ricardo follows before enacting the Wakanda salute from the Black Panther film and Hugo simply does a number that was part Elvis hip swivel, part moonwalk.
Mercedes snaps a selfie with a pouty-faced Kim Kardashian and then rubs shoulders with remarkable wax replicas of Her Majesty the Queen, Victoria and the British Royal Family.
Mercedes next steps into Star Wars exhibit posing with classic hetoes heroes like Yoda, Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia.
There’s a big section dedicated to The Voice talent show, where you queue to sit in the coaches’ seats, and press a button when you like the sound of a contestant, singing on a huge screen behind them.
Mercedes: I always wanted to be on The Voice.
Ricardo: Can you sing?
Mercedes: I can carry a tune.
She sings a Taylor Dayne song, which doesn't enamor a small audience.
Ricardo: I know a person who can sing it better.
Mercedes: Who?
Ricardo: Taylor Dayne.
It takes guts and charm to pull off a career as a bad singer, but the rewards can be great. It doesn't mean Mercedes wasn't going quit her day job.
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"Some things are better left unsaid, but you can bet I'm going to say it anyway. I can't help being who I am."
Mercedes Vargas stands next a luggage trolley embedded in a brick wall, which can only mean one thing. The camera pans just slightly to reveal the marquee: "Platform 9 3/4." Decked out in Gryffindor House colors here at King's Cross Station, the Argentine smiles. Since she would need directions for getting to the Harry Potter Studio Tour and didn't want to spend a full day of her trip completing the tour, she settled for the next best thing. It was easy to arrive early and check this Harry Potter site off her wish list. Plus the setting made for a good setup for an old school promo if the camera just closed in on just the brick wall setting.
"Welcome to London. As you can see, I'm all dressed up and ready to go. I'm in my uniform, I got my spellbook here and wand at the ready. Oh, and we can't forget about my personalized Hogwarts acceptance letter. But before I'm off to start my magical journey to Hogwarts, I got a lot to say about my match this weekend at London Brawling II.
This is it, the final countdown. The final week before the big pay-per-view and I couldn't be more excited. Now, granted, I've been to Wembley Arena once before I joined SCW. This is my first visit in eight years. My first trip to Wembley Arena, I walked out a tag team champion while already holding two other tag titles plus a television championship to boot, making me a quadruple champion in three different companies, which isn't easy to do no matter how good you are. Now trying defending those titles consistently for ten months. Good times.
Nothing worth doing is ever easy. Easy things are very seldom worth doing but I can't help to think that my match Sunday against Amanda and Daniela is mine to lose, and it's not hard to see why. My opponents have their reasons why they should win, though conventional wisdom should tell you why they won't.
Amanda and I are the only members of the Mean Girls still left in the company. It's no secret that Mean Girls made Mark and Christian very happy owners. We brought in ratings, we moved merch in one day, we were the best on the microphone, on commentary, and in the ring, to say nothing of our success. 10 championships combined. The only stable in company history to walk out with every female championship in one night time, something which never been done before or since.
There was even some group - the Black Sheep or something like that - who thought they were The Nobodies-lite and wanted to bottle up the Mean Girls' charisma, but we saw how that experiment blew up in their faces, right?
I won't lie, the Mean Girls divided opinion. Jessie Salco and Amy Santino were our biggest fans, and by "fans" I mean they never shut up about us. Well, at least Jessie wouldn't, even four years to the day the group broke up when Delia was in charge. And, yeah, maybe the comeback tour didn't quite pan out with Celeste North, but we started off pretty well, all things considered.
"I get you're still new here and you've been around for a couple of weeks, but if we're talking ego sweetheart, have a look around the Bombshells locker room. You're surrounded by it.
Nothing but hype, huh?"
Mercedes seems to hold back a laugh with her hand, but the feeling was so overwhelming that she turns away from the camera. When she’s able to get a hold of herself again, she holds up one hand in an apologetic gesture.
"I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself. This is too funny. Being spiteful and bitter over the fact that I've been so dominant for so long won't change much of anything, even if you were to somehow walk out of London with the win. Let's get one thing straight sweetheart: No matter what you do, what you say or where you stand, you have never been, and likely never will be, the level of in-ring performer that Amanda is and you will never make the history I have made or will never be as great as me. Period. Full stop. End of story. Don't even come at me arguing that my ego is how I got to where I am today or trying to reach for low hanging fruit by saying I'm over hyped for my own good.
There was a time I actually felt bad for everything that I had accomplished. Certain people went out of their way to make me feel bad. And then one fine day, I had just decided I had enough of where I can’t apologize for being good -- I am that damn good. And I’m going to continue to prove my worth as the standard not just in the women's division but in the entire company, and nothing is going to stop me. I don’t care what woman is standing in front of me. One opponent, two opponents, three opponents. Give me the whole roster.
I could just as easily rest on my laurels and simply get by on reputation alone. I'm proud to have an ego and even more proud that I'm the only eleven-time champion in history, which I think is a lot more than you have right now in SCW, Dani.
You're a small fish in a big wide ocean and if you're very, very quiet, you just might hear trouble lurking by. Small, fish, big wide ocean, sharks circling around. Can’t say that it’s done much good but maybe you should have stayed in Sin City Underground. For a little fish, you've bitten off more than you can chew because you got double for your trouble in three days, one a conniving competitor who will do anything to win and the other the only eleven-time champion who you have never faced."
Mercedes speaks in Spanish.
"Subido a un caballo, pero eso está bien. Veremos qué tipo de luchador eres realmente, niña. Porque déjame decirte algo: Una cosa es hablar, pero otra es caminar. Cariño, puedo hacer ambas cosas. Sigues arrastrándote."
You’re too big for your britches, but that's okay. We'll see what kind of wrestler you really are, little girl. Because let me tell you something: It's one thing to talk the talk, but it's another to walk it. Sweetheart, I can do both. You're still crawling.
Then speaks English again.
"I'm one match away from becoming the four-time Bombshell Roulette Champion and making history one more time. I'm so close to claiming a championship I defended for almost six months and was never really pinned for when I lost it. I'm not about to phone it in or let anyone believe I'm irrelevant because I'm not holding a briefcase much less a championship, despite what they might say. It was never between me and them anyway."
Mercedes tucks her checklist under her arm before flashing an arrogant smirk at the camera.
"Get ready ladies because it's about to be an international incident. Long before you knew, and long after you'll remember.
"Now, if you excuse me, I'm running late for my Defense Against the Dark Arts class."
Just as Mercedes turns back to the wall, someone can be heard yelling. She turns back to see a man parkour through a crowd and ran into the brick wall near full force.
"F***!! It's closed!!"
The man scrambles to his feet and runs off just as quickly as he arrived before Mercedes and a small crowd realized what happened.
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