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Climax Control Archives / Prepare for Trouble, and Make it Double
« on: September 27, 2013, 11:55:55 PM »
 
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OFF-CAMERA || COLONY CLUB BEACH, BARBADOS || WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 25, 2013


"Dear Diary,

Today, I discovered my creative side! I didn't think I even had a creative side, but knowing is half the battle and all that jazz. I joined an arts and crafts class in the area. I've been told that I'm good with my hands, so I decided to spend the day on my latest project. My class wasn’t too fond of it, but whatever. Now, I was no Robinson Crusoe, but I learned a few things that day: Trying to piece my ego together, well, what I could find of it after my match two weeks ago with Nessa and Vixen anyway, is very hard work. I also learned that duct tape and a glue gun can only do so much. When I think about it, I can't say I am too proud of my handiwork, but I think it'll hold up. Hopefully. Maybe. Probably.

Le sigh.

Well, in other more glorious news, I've been working on my serve at the tennis court all this week. I think I did pretty well if I do say so myself, which I just did in narrative form. I almost twisted my ankle on two line drives and committed a fault or two...or ten, but it's the experience that counts, right? Right.

Well, I have my match this weekend to look forward to. Tag match with Necra Kane against Nessa Wall and Jessie Salco. Because facing them once isn't enough. Ugh!

And teaming with Necra makes Sunday even better.

Let's keep praying, huh?

Ciao.

The Argentine Assassin."


(Mercedes looks up from her latest journal entry as we see her sitting on a bench at the far end of the tennis court. Her tennis uniform clings to her, even after the crash course she just went through hours earlier. She closes her hand on her tennis racket and beings bouncing a tennis ball against it before standing to her feet and repeatedly hitting the ball back and forth against the net as our scene fades.)

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ON-CAMERA || COLONY CLUB BEACH, BARBADOS || FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 27, 2013


(Hands grip a pair of small mallets. They produce a timbre sound striking the large steel pan. The steel drum musician nods his head to the music as another musician is at the marimba. Together they entertain the small gathering enjoying a good time here at the Colony Club Beaches in the Barbados.)

"You find out you're book for Climax Control, nobody cares. But find out you're book for Climax Control and it’s a tag match with Necra Kane, and everybody loses their minds."

(Our scene opens on Mercedes Vargas, spending a lazy afternoon resting in a hammock, a book in hand. As if on cue, she slams it shut, placing it next to her and sits up, the crystal blue sea serving as a backdrop.)

"Honestly, I didn't think I would even have a match this weekend, but as it turns out, that is indeed the case. But you know what my deal breaker is, Necra? You and me working together as a team, because that's what we're supposed to do. And look, I get it, I totally get it, OK? No need to spell it out. You don’t have to speak reeeeeal slow, like what I did just now. It's no secret that you don’t like me, I don’t like you. But, see, that’s the fun part. Because nine times out of ten, relationships are built off of two people who have different personalities, and likes and dislikes. I know that if you had a choice, you would pick your own partner. Unfortunately, Amy Marshall isn't here this week as I’m sure she’s still stoked over her victory in the 'Odette Ryder Invitational.' I should have that copyrighted.

"Plus, I don’t think Amy’s gotten over how you screwed her over while refereeing her match three weeks ago. Great job, by the way."

(Mercedes offers a slow, rhythmic, sarcastic applause. She smiles, shakes her head.)

"No, really, great job there, Necra. I think Jasmine St. John might want to watch her back, she may have found competition in trying to be the only female referee employed in SCW. If anything, I think you may have finally found your calling once you decide to call it a career."

(Mercedes snorts and laughs. Why not wait until Necra retires? SCW might have something here. While Mercedes may not have been in SCW very long - it's been well over three months since her debut - if she saw that Necra really wanted to trade in her wrestling boots for zebra stripes, then the company might as well let her referee more matches. After acquiring ACW, having another female referee might not be so bad for equality. After all, SCW is only doing what's good for business.)

"I could have told you to find another partner, I could have stood you up, no-showed the match just to spite you, but against my better judgment I guess I have no choice but to make the best of a bad situation. You want to wrestle the entire match by yourself? Don't stop on account of me. Go for it. Go right ahead. Knock yourself out. I'm sure I can keep myself occupied in my corner. Playing Candy Crush Saga is my newest obsession these days. Maybe I'll check the airport departure times while you take care of our opponents. I mean, after all, it's only Jessie and Nessa, right? I'm sure you can handle this one."

(Mercedes shrugs her shoulders and looks at the camera as if to say, "How hard could it be?")

"Not going to make a difference in this match because if I know you like I think I do, you really want to win this, don’t you? Go on, nod your head, you know you want to. As far as tonight goes, I'm not going to be playing nice just because we're tagging along, and I'm sure you wouldn't care about my well-being, but that's OK. I've been known to take care of myself in these types of situations."

(And it looked like it just another one of "these type of situations" when she and Necra face their opponents Sunday. It could be said that one team wanted nothing to do with each other, and the other? Well, at least the member of that team couldn't be happier teaming with the champion.)

"Jessie Salco, you always talk about how people shouldn’t underestimate you, and you know, maybe the opponents you've faced in the past have their reasons, but Jessie, just for once, have you ever looked at it from your point of view? Maybe it’s not them underestimating you. Maybe it’s not them, maybe it’s not me."

"Maybe it’s you."

"Now let that sink in."

(Mercedes pauses for a moment as her expression softens. A deep breath escapes her lips as she continues. The camera zooms in on her face.)

"When I beat you a little over three weeks ago, there was a smile on my face, but I was really crying on the inside. I was disappointed in you, Jessie. It hurt, it hurt right here.  (she places a hand over her heart) I expected so much better from you. Sure, you put on a brave face for the opponent standing across from you in the ring or when the camera is on you, but for that moment, is your opponent really taking it easy on you? I don't think so. I don't think your opponent underestimates you, Jessie Salco."

"Jessie Salco underestimates Jessie Salco."

"Maybe it’s you second guessing yourself. You want all that to stop?  Here’s your chance. Here’s your one chance, Jessie. Think of this as a carnival game, you get one shot. Because you’re not the only former Bombshell Tag Team and Bombshell Roulette Champion in this match. See, it doesn’t matter what I think about her as a person, it doesn’t matter what I think about her in-ring ability, it doesn’t matter what I think about her title reign, it doesn’t matter that I think she’s full of crap...standing across from you is Necra Kane and myself, your opponents Sunday night, Jessie, and we both want to win this match. So while you could see our dysfunctional tag team as a weakness, it very well could be our strength.

Teaming with the champ? You make it sound as if you’re expecting Nessa to do all the work. I sure hope she’s ready for that, because I’ll be the first one to post before-and-after pictures when this match is over. Carrying all that weight can’t be good for her figure."

(Mercedes looks out towards the sea. A family of four are kayaking, with two members on each boat. She squints just a bit to see a kayak not too far behind. She turns back to the camera.)

"The last Climax Control before High Stakes III, can’t wait. So, I bet you feel on top of the world after your very first title defense two weeks ago, huh, Nessa? Finally got your retribution against Vixen, and, to a lesser extent, me. Well, not quite. I mean, it’s not like you pinned either one of us, you just proved that you were able to win an obstacle course.

Now, now, before you go on some tangent about wanting to take that title off of your waist, that's not entirely true. This may come as a shock to you, but I'm not quite interested in your title, even though I have yet to win a single title opportunity. Of course, we can't forget that they were all under "roulette rules." I'll be the first to admit that I wasn't a fan, but it has slowly grown on me, as I'm sure it has on you as well. That Ultimate X match sure was something, wasn't it? Don't know if you'll be defending your title at the next pay-per-view, but I bet you're anxious to know what stipulation our match will have. I'm starting to like these roulette rules matches. Keeps you on your toes, just like how you and Jessie will have to be on Sunday at Climax Control."

"So, um, prepare for trouble, and make it double!"

(Mercedes pauses with a straight face.

"What. It's the best I could come up with!"

(She shakes her head.)

"Nessa, Jessie, I'll see you there. And Necra, my tag team partner, I will see you there."

(And we fade.)

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Climax Control Archives / All Fun and No Play
« on: September 07, 2013, 12:00:17 AM »
 
ON-CAMERA || MORNINGSTAR BEACH, U.S. VIRGIN ISLANDS || FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 6, 2013


«Mercedes Vargas V/O.»

"Captain's Log, Stardate...

"The sun was like a bright supernova....

"Dear Diary...."


«The scene closes in on the cursive handwriting of Mercedes Vargas before the camera pans to her deep in thought with a pen at the ready as she pours her thoughts down on paper. We see her wearing a tank-top and pants, sitting Indian style with her journal across her lap.»

«Seemingly having trouble with the words, she taps her pen against the parchment until she lifts it up again and smiles and begins writing briskly.»

"Time sure flies when you're having fun, especially here in Morningstar Beach, just another week to enjoy all of what the Caribbean has to offer during SCW's tour. With this being my first trip here, I'm beginning to really enjoy myself. I think Aruba still is my favorite place to visit so far, but the Virgin Islands is a close second. I honestly have to say, though, the brochures weren't kidding - the beaches here are amazing!"


«She pauses for a moment and looks ahead into the ocean, placing a hand near her forehead. She has to squint because of the sun as she spots a handful of Wave runners tearing through the waters. Having already had her share of watercraft for the day, she goes back to writing.»

"This week went by so fast, I almost forgot I had a match in two days! Ha! Let's see: there was the deep tissue massages, a grand tour of the island, I was invited for a set at open mic night, and I even managed to save the day in a restaurant."


«Quick cut to a quaint establishment where a male customer sitting across from Mercedes is telling some antidote. She is half-listening, as she is enjoying her meal, waving around her fork at times when he paused or as a filler. As he takes up a sizable portion off of his plate, put the fork to his mouth, chews, and swallow, he stops talking suddenly and begins to cough forcefully.»

"You OK?"

«The man gets up now, and Mercedes quickly gets up from her chair as well, at a loss for words as she doesn't know what to do.»

"Oh, I LOVE this game! Charades!" (The man places his hands around his neck) "Uh, first word is...the Baltimore Ravens...the Lakers...Bob Sagat..."

«The man shakes his head violently as he tries to speak through gasps, to which Mercedes still hasn't grasp the dangerous situation. A couple a few tables away alert the waiter who quickly calls for management.»

"Choking?" (The man nods his head) "You are choking? Second word...?"

«Mercedes doesn't even get to that stage as she is pushed out of the way. A three-person team of paramedics arrive. The female member of the trio performs the Heimlich maneuver until the object is coughed up...which lands in Mercedes's face as a result.»

«The scene returns to present tine as Mercedes shudders.»

"Did I mention the divine cuisine?"

"Well, so much for that.


«She stands up writing the last words of her entry.»

"Anyway, I've got my match to prepare for, so I guess I'll be seeing you later."

Ciao.

The Argentine Assassin."


«Mercedes closes her journal as she walks off and our scene fades.»

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«As the voice of Harry Belafonte's "Jump in the Line" echo across the beach from a radio left on the beach, our scene focuses on a the festivities this night. The sun casts an orange glow as it goes below the horizon. A line of people in single file performing the conga dance, to where we find Mercedes among them. She breaks the chain as the camera focuses on her.»

"I beat Jessie Salco last week, which wasn’t easy, but damn it, I prevailed yet again to remain undefeated in SCW. I almost feel bad for Little Miss Heavy Metal, but she’ll get over this, I’m sure. There’s nothing more soothing than the power ballad.

"This week, I'm in a good old fashion triple threat for the Bombshell Roulette Championship. Wow, did not see that coming. On my left is the current Bombshell Champion and the first-ever ACW Champion. On my right is the person who beat the first-ever ACW Women’s Champion and took the title. And then there’s little ole me, who has no title to claim for her own, but that could change this Sunday at Climax Control.

"I'll say this much, it won't be easy, but when I win..."

«She smiles, tossing her hair back.»

""It will be worth it.""

«Fade.»

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Climax Control Archives / No Guarantees Necessary
« on: August 30, 2013, 11:58:10 PM »
 
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ON CAMERA || Palm - Eagle Beach, Aruba || FRIDAY, AUGUST 30, 2013


«Stretches of whitewashed pebbled sand, shallow, calm waters, and a gentle breeze. Just about what you would expect paradise to look like. The beaches of Aruba could very well make that the case. Beyond the sea, only the daring and foolhardy attempted to master the oncoming waves as a few windsurfers are seen. A few are lucky to get a nice wave and start to showoff to the vacationers on the shore, as some take in a moment to watch before the surf breaks up and they're back treading water again.»

«To the north of the beach, a pavilion. The camera pulls back to reveal customers being served by the staff. A radio is playing in the background, and if one can really focus beyond the idle chatter and the laughter, and the camaraderie, they could pick up the steel drum intro of the popular Beach Boys hit, "Kokomo". Was the song selection intentional? Maybe, maybe not. Regardless, everyone is enjoying themselves and is welcoming the start to the weekend.»

«The camera pulls back slightly as Mercedes Vargas enters the shot. She is wearing a t-shirt and shorts with a fresh flower in her hair. As the wind picks up and carcasses her face, she unconsciously brushes away strands of her brunette hair from her eyes as she talks directly into the camera.»

"So, I hope all of you enjoyed your summer. I know I did, because almost three months of perfect weather is never enough. Anyway, summer is nearly over and we’re a week removed from the Summer XXXtreme pay-per-view, and if you haven’t seen it, shame on you. No, seriously, SHAME. ON. YOU. But, there is hope for you yet. I could forgive if you catch the encore presentation of Summer XXXtreme in all its glory airing all week long on pay-per-view."

«Gasp! Was that a plug of a SCW pay-per-view? Why, yes. Yes it was. Will it directly equal a raise in Mercedes' contract remain to be seen, but hey, it was worth the effort. Goodwill ambassador, yup, that was her.»

"So I wasn't able to win the coveted Bombshell Roulette Championship, but you know something? You take the bad with the good. We have a new Bombshell Roulette Champion, Necra’s reign is mercilessly over, and, yes, Emma Rose was able to make it aboard the Royal Monarch after all. See? All’s well that ends well."

«She smiles. A waitress walks by with a tray of drinks and Mercedes takes up a spritzer in passing. She nods and mouths the word "thank you" before the waitress moves along to the customers.»

"Speaking of Emma Rose, and our new champion, Nessa Wall, I found out that neither one was able to make the trip to weekend's Climax Control. Aww, well, that’s too bad. I bet they’re probably kicking themselves right now knowing that they could be enjoying the surf, sun, and sand here in Aruba instead of the cold, artic, tundra of Canada. But, hey, you have to do what you have to do, right? ACW, from what I found out on the internet – still debating on whether everything I read there should be taken at face value –is having a tour of their own throughout all of Canada. Yeah, that sounds like fun, alright. Not knocking on them or anything, but it has to be said: Emma and Nessa can do so much better. I mean, they could face Alexis Morrison and Traci Patterson any old time. They should be enjoying themselves, but what do I know?"

«Mercedes shrugs, adding a condescending smirk.»

"I’m just Mercedes Vargas."

«Mercedes shields her eyes from the glaring sun as she steps out from under the pavilion.»

"Now, I realize that Necra Kane has a mixed tag match teaming with Brother Grimm against Spike Staggs and the ACW Women’s Champion herself, Vixen, which does sound like a great match and everything, and I won’t question why it’s before the main event. All I will say is good luck to Necra. And I mean that, I do. No sarcasm here, all genuine.

“And then there’s my match against the one and only Jessie Salco. (throws up the horns) I think it’s fair to say that Jessica – Wait, can I call her Jessica? Because, you know, some people don’t like it when they’re called by the long version of their names – and I have never been in a one-on-one match before, and you know how I feel about these one-on-one encounters. I've been on pins and needles all day, waiting for our match, and we're not too far off. SCW's own Heavy Metal Bombshell versus the Argentine Assassin, opening the show, getting the crowd hyped up for a full night of action..."

«Mercedes begins to trail off, but then cuts herself off suddenly. Her expression is a perplexing one.»

"What, you aren't buying this? Fair enough. The truth is, for some reason this match doesn’t get my heart pumping, Jessie. I don’t know why, maybe you can figure it out. Hey, you did pretty well for yourself at Summer  XXXtreme, you held on to the very end, but unfortunately, like everyone else, you came up short. I didn’t think I did too badly, people thought I was going to be the first one out,  although something tells me when SCW management finally get a highlight reel, there’s a good chance this match will be set to music.

“I’m thinking the Benny Hill theme song and Chariots of Fire for the eliminations in slow-mo.”

«Not more then five yards away, a volleyball game is being played between two teams of five, guys vs girls. After a pause in play one of the female players gestures if she wanted to join, to which Mercedes responds with a later gesture.»

"What you should really get out of this, is that I’m still undefeated. I mean, there’s only so much you can prove to the world in a paddle on a pole or what was essentially a glorified pool party match. And the mixed tag with Kain against Necra and Max Burke, well, technically, I didn't really lose because I wasn’t pinned, so, yeah, undefeated still. Now, I’m not going to tell you why I’m going to beat you, I think we both know the outcome, but you’re welcome to try and end my streak. You’ll fail miserably, of course, but at least I’ll make you feel better about it.

"I guess I could be just another one of your run-of-the-mill opponents who dig up your past and throw it right back in your face, but I’m not going to do that. Not because I can’t do it or that I won’t do it, but that I respect you as an opponent. And honestly, what you’ve done in the past isn’t going to matter when we step in between those ropes. It’s great that your brother tags along with you and keeps you in line, so I hope he accompanies you to the ring because I want to see the look on his face when you are defeated.”

«Tossing off her sandals, Mercedes slings them across her shoulders. The dry, soft sand felt hot, almost as if she was walking on coals, as it slips up on her feet and even gets between her toes.»

"You know, people tend to think they know me. Some say that I’m nothing but hype. Others say that my title reigns and accomplishments were just figments of my imagination. And I wouldn’t be surprised if they went as far as to say that I got to where I am today by sleeping my way to the top or sucking up to the right people, or just being at the right at the right time. Well, it’s none of the above, I’ll say that much. I’ve practically started from the bottom, climbing the ladder, rung by rung, until I was able to reach the top of the ladder. Nothing was handed to me, nothing was given to me. I earned it. I took the ball and ran with it. And that is why I’m here. That is why I have achieved success in my career. That is why I’m listed in the top rankings of the best female wrestlers year after year. That is why, Jessie Salco, why I just can’t lose to you. Can you imagine the bad image that would send? Can you imagine how embarrassed I would be if that happened? I'll never hear the end of it!”

«More often that not, matches such as these came under three categories: She didn't want to win this match, she didn't need to win this match. She was supposed to win this match, anything short of that would be failure. Mercedes stops and looks down, smiling and shaking her head at the same time. When she looked up again, she let out a sigh. It was time to put the finishing touches to her opponent.»

"I've defeated three people in one night, I've defeated former Bombshell Roulette and Tag Team Champions. 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 forty-eight hours, Jessie, your words become null and void. A guarantee is only as good as the guarantor, and from where I'm standing, you're not THAT good, just pretty 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. I’m sorry, Jessie. I know you mean well, and you want to get back in the Bombshell Championship title hunt, and I don’t blame you, it’s a pretty long list right now, so I guess the loser of this match – which, again, won’t be me – will have to take their number and get in line.”

«Perhaps in her best attempt at looking solemn, she pouts her lips all the while offering the camera a forlorn expression. Mercedes looks off back where the volleyball game has finished. She turns back to the camera for her last few words.»

"I just want to remind you, and I'll let you off with these words. In life, you’re only guaranteed three things: (she raising a finger at each point) death, taxes, and, oh yeah, my hand being raised in victory and looking down at you in certain defeat.”

"No guarantees necessary."

«And with that, our scene fades on Mercedes running off, but not before offering a parting wave and we fade to black.»

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Character Building Roleplays / SCWrestling.net Exclusive
« on: August 19, 2013, 05:03:22 PM »
 
(SCW caught up with Mercedes Vargas after the events of the second annual Summer XXXtreme pay-per-view was finally in the books. Hear what the Argentine Assassin had to say about her match and her reaction from the pay-per-view in this exclusive interview aboard the Royal Monarch.)
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Ms. Rocky Mountains: Miss Rocky Mountains here at Summer XXXtreme II aboard the Royal Monarch and what a night it was. We witnessed several titles changed hands, feuds were settled, at least for now, and, yes, there was our X Rules Pool Party match where we witnessed Necra Kane’s title reign coming to an unexpected end. Joining me now is one of the Bombshells who participated in the match. Please welcome at this time, Mercedes Vargas.

(Mercedes Vargas enters the shot and dons a hooded sweatshirt worn over her bikini. She is still shivering and her hair sticks on her body.)

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Mercedes, you didn't exactly walk out of your match tonight with the title, but I'm sure you had fun nonetheless. What's going through your mind right now?

Mercedes Vargas: Well, as you can tell, I’m freezing.

(Ms. Rocky Mountains nods in understanding.)

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Yeah, I can see that.

Mercedes Vargas: But, you know, even though I wasn't successful tonight and even though I lost, I kinda feel like I won tonight, too, because at the end of the night, I can proudly say that Necra Octavian Kane isn’t the Bombshell Roulette Champion anymore. Of course, if there was anyone who was going to win this match, other than yours truly, it would be Nessa Wall. Give credit where credit is due to her. The force was strong in this one, and she proved to be the better woman tonight.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Take us back to before you were eliminated, Mercedes. What was going through your mind at the time?

Mercedes Vargas: Well for someone who has two first names, I think it’s clear that Emma Rose also has two left feet. I think it was during the brawl and I was near the pool and when Necra kicked Emma hard in the stomach and she stumbled into me. As I was losing my balance, I had to grab hold of something, and unfortunately it was Emma. Now, the jury is still out on whether it was intentional or not, but either way, I hope she finds it in her heart of hearts to forgive me.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: What did you think about the rest of the pay-per-view? Any matches caught your attention tonight?

Mercedes Vargas: There were a couple, a couple. Max Burke becoming the new Roulette Champion was quite unexpected. Kinda surprised he was able to defeat Kain, to be honest. The main event? All I can say is wow. Those guys put on a show, just an amazing match and everyone brought their A-game. And now there is a new SCW Champion. Seems as if no one can hold on to it for very long, huh? That’s the third title change in 16 weeks.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: You’ve been doing your homework.

Mercedes Vargas: Sure, OK.

(Mercedes laughs.)

Mercedes Vargas: I think one match that brought a chuckle was for the Bombshell Tag Team Championship match. If there was anyone who I thought deserve to be tag team champions right now, it’s Odette Ryder and Misty – or Milfy, as Ryder likes to call her. I think Misty being one-half of the tag team champions couldn’t have happened to a nicer person, especially after, you know, dropping the ball against Roxi and losing the Bombshell Championship. And speaking of Roxi, another successful title defense. Could we have been wrong about her all this time?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: I don't know, could be. But you did raise an excellent question. So what’s next for Mercedes Vargas? What do you have planned for the rest of the night?

Mercedes Vargas: I’m not really sure yet. I’m thinking of catching up on some movies, watching the Colts-Giants preseason game, or taking a stroll around the ship. But I can’t do any of that if I’m still here talking to you.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Haha, good point. Go warm up, please?

(Mercedes turns to the camera.)

Mercedes Vargas: Thank you, and good night.

(Mercedes excuses herself and takes her leave as Ms. Rocky Mountains turns back to the camera.)

Ms. Rocky Mountains: That was SCW Bombshell, Mercedes Vargas, one of the Bombshells here in Sin City Wrestling. Keep checking back for more bonus exclusive interviews with your favorite Bombshells and Superstars and backstage photos from Summer XXXtreme II you can only see right here on SCWrestling.net.

(Fade)

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Climax Control Archives / Warm Hands, Cold Heart
« on: July 27, 2013, 12:00:35 AM »
 
SEVEN DAYS BEFORE CLIMAX CONTROL IN RENO, NEVADA - NIGHT
OFF-CAMERA || DOWNTOWN DETROIT || SUNDAY, JULY 14, 2013


Comerica Park. It is here where set our scene as we find Mercedes Vargas leaving the venue after enduring the three-and-a-half hour affair. She wasn't too keen on being outfitted in a Tigers baseball cap and jersey, and was even apprehensive at times during certain parts of the game. Now that the game was mercilessly over, she took to the middle of the bleachers, forcing her way through the multitude.

When she finally gets enough clearance, she quickly removes her jersey, revealing Mets apparel underneath.

A few Rangers fans, already bummed about  how the Tigers embarrassed their team this night, were now just disgusted at this show of bravado  Tigers fans were bemused, but nonetheless not happy at this scene.

Before she even got to the safety of the food court, Mercedes is pelted with popcorn, dodged a can of half-finished beer, and is nearly piefaced from some fan’s Coney dog. What was supposed to be a night of enjoying a baseball game turned into a near riot.

Even now as Mercedes looks down at her plate of Belgium waffles, she shakes her head. It's amazing what length fans will go to when trying to prove a point.

So then what happened?

Cut to see Mercedes sitting at an IHOP. Sitting across from her is Jorge.

You know their mascot? They were still on the field, and he began chasing me all over the ballpark! I swear I must have tripped up at least three times.

Mercedes holds up her Mets jersey, unlaundered and soiled in both the front and back. The Mets logo can barely be seen as it’s covered with the remains of chili dogs. Jorge burst out laughing, which got her a little angry.

Stop it! This isn't funny!

"Yeah, I think it is. So, what have we learned?"

"Never to take any of your ideas seriously? (throws jersey at him) Thanks to you, I’ve been blacklisted at Tigers games and PAWS claims he knows where I live. This is why I avoid eating Frosted Flakes."

"You do realize we’re talking about two different mascots, right?"

Mercedes pushes herself up from off the table and grabs her jacket that was draped over the seat.

Hey, Merce. Before you go, do you you're a celebrity now?

Jorge takes out the sports page of the Detroit Free Press. The headline shows Mercedes being chased by the Tigers mascot with a baseball bat. Mercedes leaves the restaurant before turning back to her brother.

You're dead to me.

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FIVE DAYS AFTER CLIMAX CONTROL IN RENO, NEVADA - AFTERNOON
OFF-CAMERA || FLUSHING MEADOWS – CORONA PARK || QUEENS, NEW YORK || FRIDAY, JULY 26, 201
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"Climax Control is almost upon us, and I for one cannot wait for Sunday night."

«At this point, Mercedes Vargas steps into view as The Unisphere towers behind her..

"So, it looks like I’m opening up this special edition Climax Control this weekend, and I say why not. Those fans in Vegas need to be pumped up, excited, and ready for the stacked card, and you know what? I think I’m just the person to do it."

Nobody said she couldn't live up to keeping that promise. Mercedes rubs her hands expectantly for her next subject, that being her opponent Sunday night, one Necra Octavian Kane.

"Now, Necra, I don’t even know you, but already I don’t like you, and I find it challenging when I try to impress someone I really don’t like. But don’t you worry, sweetheart, I will show up for the showdown at Climax Control, because if there is one thing I know, it's that first impressions mean a lot. But make no mistake about, I'm not doing this because you asked for it. I'm doing it because anything less would go against everything I stand for.

Her mouth curved upward, the outer corners of her eyes crinkling.

I know how this will likely play out. You’re the veteran, I’m the newcomer, well, the newcomer to NCW anyway, and you’re going to more than likely toss me aside. You’re going to ignore me and focus on your quest for redemption from Amy Marshall and the other Bombshells. That’s cute and all, and I’m almost sure it would make a great bedtime story, but, really, ask yourself this: if you don't see yourself as evil, why do you feel the need to redeem yourself? I mean, it's not like you robbed a bank or stole some jewelry, or plan to blow up a few planets with some super weapon - for that you'll probably have Roxi Johnson to deal with, but I digress.

Mercedes begins walking along the pathway. She stops suddenly and turns in the direction of two kids playing a game of tag. They run past her and she looks on until they are out of sight.

Don't get me wrong, Necra, redemption is hard. Especially when people can see right through you and simply know that you're full of it. I want to believe you, Necra, I do. But then we would both be wrong. What was that saying again? The greatest lie the devil ever pulled was to convince the world he didn't exist. The greatest lie you ever pulled was to convince the roster that you're going to have a long reign as Bombshell Roulette Champion."

"For the last few months, you’ve been, oh, what's the word…moderately impressive That isn’t to say that I don’t respect you. I don’t respect you, but I want you to know that you time as Bombshell Roulette Champion is coming to an end. I was never one for funerals, so I tend to shy away from things about the afterlife. However, I can attest that you're going in for one on Sunday."

"I don't think I'll need to check in my closet, look under my bed, or close my bedroom door. Probably won't need to keep one open while I'm in bed. Maybe I can rest easy without the comfort of a stuffed toy, a flashlight and possibly leaving the nightlight."

She smiles, but the expression fades as she narrows her eyes and a serious tone sets into her voice.

"When we step into that ring Sunday, that look you see in my eyes, Necra, won't be fear, but growing anticipation for the moment I get to, well, prove you wrong.

And add your name to my checklist.

Fade to black.

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Climax Control Archives / Once Bitten...
« on: July 05, 2013, 11:59:01 PM »
 
Part 1: Talk of the Town


OFF-CAMERA ||MANDALAY BAY RESORT AND CASINO|| LAS VEGAS, NEVADA || FRIDAY, JULY 4, 2013


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Croupier: Round and round and round she goes, where she stops, nobody knows. Place your bets here, Place your bets!

Our scenes opens on a roulette wheel set in motion as a standing crowd looks on. The casino room inside the world renowned Mandalay Bay Resort was heavy with the usual tourists and patrons who frequent the establishment hopeful that this night Lady Luck was on their side. More often than not, it wasn’t the case, but that didn’t stop them from trying. The scene cuts away for a bit to show table games dotting the floor, and then a row of slot machine before we’re shown a display screen on one in full tilt mode. However, our unlucky player doesn’t get exactly get the correct combination of reels, as they land on a cherry symbol in between two seven’s. Back to the roulette table, we find a handful of people. 7 in all, 4 men and three women. Mercedes Vargas is in the middle of the pack. Excited, nervous, hopeful, players all. As the ball spins against the wheel, which clatters from red to black and black again, our smartly dressed croupier, runs his fingers through his short blonde hair as he calls the action.

Croupier: Round and round and round she goes, where she stops, nobody knows. Place your bets here, Place your bets! (as he acknowledges Mercedes placing her bet, and then waves his hand over the table refusing any more bets at the moment) Red, 19. Did I hear Red, 19?

All eyes follow the bouncing ball as the wheel begins to slow down.

Mercedes Vargas: Come on, come on...NO WHAMMY NO WHAMMY NO WHAMMY STOP!!!

Croupier: Red, 19. You're up. Double or nothing?

(It was a good question. Mercedes could press her luck as she has been for the last two hours now here at the casino, or quit while she was ahead. She looks around at the eager faces willing her on, before she turns to the dealer.

Mercedes Vargas: Oh, the hell with it. Put it all on red.


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A FEW HOURS LATER…


Mercedes in a secluded area of the casino. A few friends she just met sit along with her at a table.

Mercedes Vargas: I almost feel kind of guilty having won all this money (several stacks of hundreds are before her), but then I kinda don’t.

A man stops by, recognizing her from the casino game earlier as he takes up a chair from another table and sits next to her.

Male Roulette Player: Say, you were pretty good out there tonight. Have you always played roulette?

Mercedes Vargas: Roulette? (laughing) Hah! Never played a day in my life. I just like red, and 19 is my lucky number. Oh, but I did stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night.

Mercedes collects her winnings, says farewell to her friends, and then excuses herself from the table, leaving the onlooker staring after her as we fade to black.


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Part II: Once Bitten...


ON CAMERA ||HOLIDAY INN EXPRESS|| LAS VEGAS, NEVADA || FRIDAY, JULY 5, 2013 - Afternoon

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"At Into the Void, some people were able to beat one opponent. It’s been done before, but it doesn’t mean it was no less impressive. Some people were able to beat two people. Alright, that’s kind of impressive. Nothing wrong with that. But it’s a rare feat when someone is able to beat three people in the same night in a match. And just who was able to accomplish such a feat?

"This girl, right here!"

Mercedes points at herself, just in the event we were clueless on her moment of glory from the pay-per-view.

"Should any of you have been surprised that I came out of the Four Corners Roulette Rules First Blood match as the number contender? When you’re good, it’s hard to be humble, and I can see how some people would expect me to brag, only I don’t like to brag because my accomplishments does that for me. As far as Into the Void II is concerned, this pay-per-view would not have been a success without the willing contributions to your PBS station from viewers like you.

"Thank you."

Mercedes laughs and tosses her hair back.

"Oh, and as for my match, really, I can’t take all the credit. I would like to thank everyone who made this all possible – of course, I would be talking about myself, naich - but also to the three opponents who gave it their level best Sunday. Laura Jackson, Joanne Canelli, and the unfortunate victim that suffered a knockout punch which left her a complete and utter bloody mess – Ambrosia Grey.  Don’t worry, sweetheart, you were in need for some reconstructive surgery anyway. So, um, yeah, I want to thank them for making me the number one contender to the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship. And this is where our match comes into play. I can’t believe it myself. I’ve been here for all of five weeks and already I’m in my first Climax Control main event. I must be dreaming, only I’m not. Because this was expected.  I’m not stupid, though. As soon as I found out who I was up against this week, I knew I certainly would have my work cut out for me. Especially with this dream team-up."

With an innocent shrug, she continues on.

"Now, I know what you’re thinking, Kain. Here me out. You just won the Roulette Championship at Into the Void, congrats on that, by the way [applause] – and now not only do you find yourself in a tag team match, but you’re teaming with a woman!? Not only that, but you have to be forced to get along with some fresh-faced newcomer in Sin City Wrestling!?! Mind blown.  It’s the end of the world as we know it. Social media explodes. Volcanoes erupt. The skies turn dark. Planets all go out of alignment. Oh, the humanity!

"But we can fix this. We can definitely fix this. You need not worry, champ. I know my role in our little double date. While you handle the pipsqueak Max Burke, I’ll be in my little corner, I don’t know, filing my nails or something. Maybe checking out my timeline on the Twitter machine as I’m almost sure this match alone will be trending coast to coast and around the world."

[With a content sigh, she takes up her iPhone and, sure enough, they were already tweets talking about Climax Control's main event the world over. Yes, it was that important.]

"Now Max, Max Burke, it seems to me that you and my tag partner have a lot of issues to work out, and I'm glad that this match will take place so the two of you can iron out those differences. Some may call this a feud or a rivalry, but what good is a rivalry if you're always on the losing end?  Kaine claims to have beat you, like, 600 times already, and I don't know, I probably should take his word for it. I don't know if your ego can take much kicking, but I'm pretty sure Kaine is obligated to do so. So, that being said, I hope you enjoy eating the canvas again.

"And then there’s Necra Octavian Kane, who we’re supposed to believe is the daughter of Queen Cleopatra."

Mercedes burst out laughing, failing in her attempt to stop herself from doing so. When she gets control of herself again, her expression changes into a serious one. It was time to address the matter of the opponent that stood across her from her in a serious light.

"I'm sorry. It's hard to keep a straight face when someone expects to believe a story like that. Really now? I’m almost sure I didn't read that in history class. Do you expect me to buy that? If you do, then I have a pyramid to sell you. But just for the sake of argument, let’s go ahead and roll with this. I’m going to give it to you straight. If you think I’m going to simply roll over, then you are sadly mistaken. Unlike the other girls you push around, I push back. And when push comes to shove, I shove back. Hard.

"See, here’s the thing. In my short career, I’ve had to face many so-called “Queens.” Queens of Wrestling. Queens of Heart. Queen of This or That, and they all had the same thing in common – loyal subjects, complete obedience to their subservient, and, well, just being bitches, if I may. But you? You transcend all of that, Necra, because you’re the Queen of the Nile. I suppose that means something, right? Um, sorry, but maybe you should know a few things about me first. Number one, I don’t bow down to anyone – though I’m sure just like your mom, you have experience being down on your knees. Number two,  I’m sure with all that power it’s properly shared with all your brothers, but even with your powers combined whether you summon Captain Planet, Osiris, Ra, Anubis, Imhotep, or the Great Sphinx of Gaza, it still won’t be enough to beat me.

"So why don’t you write this down in your royal proclamation and have that stone tablet translated from hieroglyphics.  Don’t think that this is going to be some passion’s play, sweetheart, because I don’t plan on being anyone’s martyr this week."

A pause is met as she gathers her thoughts before raising her head again to finish her promo.

"Do you know how Cleopatra died? She was bitten by an asp, or a snake, whichever word you prefer. I guess your “mommy” wasn't much of a snake charmer now, was she?  And I guess history is about to repeat itself. Necra, I am that snake and when I strike, you will feel the bite of the Argentine Assassin as you end up as the next name on my checklist. At Into the Void, Misty lost the Bombshell Championship. And soon, you will be joining her as an ex-Bombshell Roulette Champion."

Fade.

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Climax Control Archives / And Now These Three Things Remain
« on: May 31, 2013, 11:33:59 PM »
 So here we are.

On June 2, a little more than 48 hours away, yours truly, the Argentine Assassin, Mercedes Vargas, will make her Climax Control debut for Sin City Wrestling.  Now, people have been asking me, “How do I feel about it?” “Who’s my opponent?” “How am I enjoying Vegas?” And to that I say, “Really?” These are the pointless and mundane questions you ask me? What does it matter? The same way I’m walking into my debut match is the same way I’m walking out, and that’s with my hand raised in victory and looking down at the poor soul who ended up on her back and whose shoulders I just pinned to the mat.

Which now brings me to my opponent, Faith. Cute name, by the way. Let me guess, you’re a fan of Buffy the Vampire Slayer? Cool show. I’ve got the entire series on DVD. Or maybe you’re a fan of Faith Hill? I think she’s kind of underrated as a country singer, but if there’s anything for inspiration, I’m sure that’s it. Personally, I’m not a huge fan of virtue names and I wouldn’t be surprised that you were probably mocked all your life because of it. Sure, it's not the worst name ever, and it doesn't roll of the tongue easily, but you should be proud of your name. I'm very proud of mine, though I'm not too peachy keen about the "like the car" comments, or the "stripper" comments, or the "ghetto" comments...Oh, you get the idea! Just bothers me for some reason. Another story for another day, perhaps.

Look, Faith, I know how much this match means to you. You’ve been on this downward spiral lately, and you’re probably thinking that a win, any win at all, will somehow turn your fortunes around. The important thing is at least you’re getting up. At least you’re not giving up. And this Sunday, maybe fortune will smile upon you because you’re not facing an opponent whose has been a part of this company. But make no mistake about it – I may be new to SCW as a competitor, the new girl on the block in the Bombshells Division, this may be a debut match on paper, and I may have gone to wrestling school, but the fact of the matter is, sweetheart, I didn’t just graduate from wrestling school just yesterday. I think I know the difference between a wristlock and a wristwatch, thank you very much.

I’m not a mind reader, but if I knew what you’re about to say, then I’m not too far off: “You think you’re so much better than me because of all your accomplishments. I’m the underdog and I’m going to beat you and prove to the entire world, blah, blah, blah…” Save it, OK? Some people have the idea that because I’m better than them that I may be, what’s the word, pretentious? Couldn’t be further from the truth.

I think we know you're not going to lay down, though you should take that offer into consideration, it would save you from being embarrassed. Or, even better, just forfeit the match.  It would save us from having to go through with this altogether. But knowing you, you’re all too willing to ignore my foolish advice. The only way you’re going to beat me is by divine intervention…

And even that might not be enough to save you…from me.

You may have taken a glance at my bio and realized that I didn’t become a multi-time champion just by sitting around and drinking piña coladas with little umbrellas, but here’s something else for you to chew on: I’ve only submitted twice in my career and I’ve never lost a debut match for any company. In other words, yeah, I’m undefeated. 7-0. And I don’t see how that’s going to change in our match. I wouldn’t blame you if you’re feeling a little intimidated right about now, it's because you have every right to be. Now, I could sit here and tell you why I’m better than you, but where’s the fun in that? It wouldn’t be fair to you, and besides, I’m more of an action kind of girl and I’d rather show you this Sunday.  

I could tell you about all the trinkets and accolades I’ve won in my career, but let’s face it, nobody wants to hear that. This is a new playground and all my past accomplishments don’t matter here. So, I’m going to make new accomplishments in Sin City Wrestling. Supposedly, from what I’ve read, you’re a former Bombshell Roulette Champion – I guess that’s the equivalent to a Women’s World Championship here? – So you must be doing something right. My mind should be telling me that you’re kind of a big deal. Boy, I hope so, Faith. I really hope so, because if you’re the threat that you make yourself out to be, then the powers that be who booked this match so early in the card made a right decision. Are you capable of beating me? Sure. After all, this is wrestling – anybody can beat anybody on any given night, and where anything can and will happen.

I am so confident that you’ll ruin my debut that I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt, Faith. Unless, of course, you prove me wrong.  Unless you fail to silence the critics, the doubters and the naysayers from what they think about you. I’m not saying that it might happen, just that it could happen.

And these three things remain: Faith, hope, charity. But the greatest of these is charity. Well, I was taught that it’s always better to give than to receive, and SCW? I am never one to refuse an act of charity, no matter how big or, in my opponent’s case, insignificant. Faith gives me hope that this act of charity will be all the more worth it come Sunday.

See how that works?

So, Faith, bring your A-game. As of matter of fact, bring your A+-game, do whatever you feel you need to, to give me a reason to hop on a plane and make this trip to Hayward, California worthwhile instead of just being a complete waste of my time, and especially yours, sweetheart, because I’m going to be more than ready to put whatever minuscule chance of you beating me to rest. But, hey, don’t be too hard on yourself, it’s not the end of the world. You tried at least. Look at it this way; at the end of the day there's always, well, “faith.” Keep having faith; I’ll just break it for you. Keep hope alive. At this point it may not be warranted, but keep having hope, I’ll just crush it for you. Dream big, I’ll just end those for you.

So, uh, yeah. Faith, I guess I’ll see you at Climax Control on Sunday.

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