Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 12 al 19 de junio de 2022

What a difference a month makes. Before I got on this winning streak I was struggling a bit, but I never gave up. As the saying goes, you win more from losses than victories. Better days should be just around the corner, if only because it's not like things can get much worse. Then I got better. I beat Ms. Jon at Into the Void. I beat Alicia Lukas two weeks ago at Climax Control. And now more than ever it’s important that I keep my foot on the gas pedal because looking ahead to this week, I’ve got another dragon to slay in Seleana Zdunich.

Yes, that Seleana Zdunich.

The Black Cat.

The bane of my existence in Sin City Wrestling, if my win-loss record against her is anything to go by, which nine times out of ten, it often does. So now we meet for the third time this year. The fact that Seleana failed to win the Bombshell Roulette Championship from Kat Jones three weeks ago left a nasty taste in her mouth - not that anyone doubted Kat would lose this early her reign when she just won the thing - so I’m pretty sure I’m getting a very motivated opponent this weekend. I know what she can do and I know she’s not above doing what needs to be done, and it’s my job to do everything in my power to stop her and leave her with an even more sour taste in her mouth.

On paper, this is a match I would win many times over. On paper, Seleana couldn’t even lace up my boots. On paper, Climax Control would have one less match on the card because, let’s be honest, a woman of my talent has no business sharing the ring much less breathing the same air as Seleana. This isn’t a contest. Certainly not a close one.

But last I checked, matches are decided in the ring, and the results against Seleana haven’t gone in my favor. That’s something I’m about to change this weekend in gaining momentum for the Ultimate X Over the Pool match for the Bombshell Roulette Championship at Summer XXXTreme next month. An opportunity I did in fact earn by beating a three-time World Bombshell Champion. Though what kind of person would I be if I didn't give Alicia Lukas the credit she deserves? She gave it her all, she took me to my very limit, and who knows? Maybe she would added another win to her record. I made sure that didn’t happen.

But let’s get this back to where it should be.

Depending on who you are, most people actually like Seleana Zdunich and have nothing but respect for her and she’s seen as one of the most underrated talents here, despite the fact she is a former World Bombshell and Bombshell Roulette Champion - your miles may vary on how she won the World Bombshell Championship and was given an opportunity at the Bombshell Roulette Championship, but history won’t remember those details because her name is in the history books. I’ve learned to never be jealous or envious of someone else’s success or accomplishments. It creates roadblocks in your mind, your heart, your work ethic, and your dreams.

Of course, I’ve had the far longer and more decorated career, but let’s not ruin a good thing. The difference here is there’s nothing Seleana’s done that I have a reason to be jealous nor could she accomplish even a third of what I've done in my career.

But Seleana also has courage that no other woman has. The fact that she has to live life week after week, month after month, day after day with someone as self-centered as Crystal Zdunich is a fate I wouldn’t wish on anybody. Well, that, and being the third wheel in her relationship - but that’s none of my business.

That aside, Seleana means well. She’s a marginal talent in SCW who has separated herself from the fringes of the women’s division and has just enough skill to avoid sitting backstage at catering every week.

One thing is for sure, two things are for certain, and I mean this with so much emphasis, I’m coming to Climax Control to humiliate Seleana Zdunich. I’m coming to put that winning streak she has over me on hold. That’s for damn sure. By now she knows what I’m all about. I don’t mess around when it comes to the ring. I’m all go, all the time. And in the event she’s probably reading this now, just because I know she’s likely to have something to say about it, I want Crystal to pay close attention. Because what I did to Alicia is small potatoes to what Seleana will be in for.

She’s got the best of me for far too long. Sunday is a new day, it’s a new fight, and one that I will 100% be ready for. Seleana Zdunich can count on that.

 


”It’s the worst feeling in the world. You know you have a match won, you have your opponent right where you want them. And suddenly, just like that, defeat from the jaws of victory.”

[Mercedes’ voice speaks via voice-over, removed from the moments shown the world starting with her getting some light aerobics in at a gym, seen jumping rope. This is an exclusive interview for SCWrestling.net. The Hall of Famer is in a pensive mood as she wonders what could have been more than a month following that defeat to Zdunich in a triple threat match, which also included newcomer Ms. Jon in only her fifth match at the time. Perhaps more crushing: her loss to Seleana and Crystal three weeks later.]

M E R C E D E S ♦ V A R G A S:
“They say that familiarity breeds contempt, right. Am I pissed off? Yes. I know I’m better than Seleana Zdunich and there’s no excuse losing to her. None. I’m better than that, I’m better than her, and I’m going to prove that come Sunday.”

[Mercedes moves on to doing lifting exercises. She’s crushing some kettlebell raises.]

M E R C E D E S ♦ V A R G A S:
“I don’t think anyone works harder than me. I’m one of the hardest working women out here. I’m working two brands. Tell me what other woman has done that? I took Winter Elemental under my wing and she’s now thriving in Sin City Underground as a two-time singles champion and the current Combat Champion about to reach 100 days in a few days.

“I can’t afford to sleep. I’ll sleep when I’m dead. Right now, mama’s got to work.”

[Mercedes is putting the work in on a exercise bike, towel draped around her neck, tunes in her ears from earbuds dialed into her favorite music from an iPod.]

M E R C E D E S ♦ V A R G A S
“How did it feel to finally beat Alicia Lukas for the first time in SCW? Like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders! I can die happy now.

“Any doubts anyone has about my competitive drive before Climax Control this weekend will have their answer. I’m coming for the throat and after the night, my boot will be on Seleana’s throat. I finally feel like I’m getting where I’m supposed to be. I’ve been here nine years. No one ever thought they’d see me last nine days much less nine months.

“I wasn’t born to fight. Wrestling wasn’t in my blood. I wasn’t lucky enough to be a second-gen or third-gen star. But to be known as the most decorated talent in the company as well as an entire division? Never saw that coming. Not me, not anyone.

“There isn’t a woman alive on this roster who can stop me from getting what I want. You see me as overrated, I see it as the result of hard work, dedication, and passion. People still question my desire these days between the ropes, say I should retire. I'm not dead yet. Those bitches aren't THAT lucky.

“And yet… here we are. The arrogant Latina from Buenos Aires with the feisty attitude and the stubbornness of a mule being the most celebrated talents in the company… rewriting the history books and making moments each and every night… winning championships… earning the respect and admiration by everyone who believes in me, and the hate and disgust of those who don’t. And that’s just all under a decade, kids.”
 
[Mercedes is seen now outdoors. She’s in a yoga pose, eyes closed.]

M E R C E D E S ♦ V A R G A S:
“Está enfadada? Bien. Ella va necesitar. Ella va a patearte trasero, que es incluso mejor. Porque adivina que, voy a patearte el trasero también. Y hay dos cosas que puede hacer al respecto, nada y le gusta.

[“She's angry? Good. She's going to need it. She's going to kick my ass, that's even better. Guess what? I'm going to kick her ass too. And there’s two things she can do about it, nothing and like it.]

“Seleana picked a bad night to have me across the ring from her at Climax Control because she’s going to be in for a long night. She’s not getting one over me again so she better hope and pray that she brings her best because she’s about to know the difference between reality and fantasy. The reality is I’m going to beat her ass. The fantasy is she thought she had a choice in the matter.

“I don’t need to get ready, I stay ready.”

“If The Black Cat wants to play, we’ll play.

“Ready or not, here I come.”

 

[Everybody loves singing along with their favorite songs, especially on the morning commute. Scene opens on Mercedes Vargas and her friends driving in Ricardo’s car. Ricardo and Mercedes are in the front row, Irma, Hugo and Tomas are in the back. Sharing the road with your fellow motorists is  a right of passage, but what was more punishing than the occasional obscenities most common with road rage was the in-car concert going on in a typical sports car  convertible that wasn’t the usual black or white but a rather pretty shade of orange.

Disney songs, show tunes, and the occasional Taylor Swift number were popular, even if the misheard song lyrics were better than the actual words. Thomas spoke more than he sung; Irma screamed her way through “Since U Been Gone” by Kelly Clarkson; Ricardo, Hugo, and Tomas bob their heads in unison to the song "What Is Love" by Haddaway, and Mercedes belts Whitney Houston’s greatest hits off key at one of the longer stoplights while a soccer mom next to them in a minivan helplessly stare.

Nothing beat out the duet songs from Grease.]

Ricardo: Let’s play a game.

Mercedes: OK.

Irma: What kind of game?

Ricardo: Mind Meld. You ever play Mind Meld?

Hugo: You count to three, you both say a word. 

Mercedes: Then we have to say what the two words have in common. Sounds like fun.

[Ricardo and Mercedes start off the game for their team, and neither are off to a good start in the early going. Hugo and Irma give it a go and they too are off to a rough start.]

Ricardo: One


Mercedes: Two


Ricardo and Mercedes: Three!


Ricardo (at the same time as Mercedes): France

Mercedes (at the same time as Ricardo): Monument



Hugo: One


Irma: Two


Hugo and Irma: Three!


Hugo (at the same time as Irma): Eiffel Tower


Irma (at the same time as Hugo): Eiffel Tower

[Hugo and Irma celebrate with high-fives. They go again.]

Irma: One


Hugo: Two


Irma and Hugo: Three!


Irma (at the same time as Hugo): Dollar!


Hugo (at the same time as Irma): Penny!

Mercedes: One


Ricardo: Two


Mercedes and Ricardo: Three!


Mercedes (at the same time as Ricardo): Money
!

Ricardo (at the same time as Mercedes): Money!

Tomas: One
 

Irma: Two


Tomas and Irma: Three!


Tomas (at the same time as Irma): Hammer!


Irma (at the same time as Tomas): Nail!

Mercedes: One

Hugo: Two

Mercedes and Hugo: Three!


Mercedes (at the same time as Hugo): Tools
!

Hugo (at the same time as Mercedes): Tools!

[Nothing beats the morning commute, where bad driving, stress levels, and questionable decisions rule the day. Music soothes the soul, but not everyone should be making a joyful noise.

Mercedes and friends singing Neil Diamond’s “Sweet Caroline” as our scene fades.]

 

Present Day ♦ S A N T A M O N I C A • C A L I F O R N I A

[REC•]

[Open on Mercedes Vargas sitting pretty on the steps of Micheltorena Stairs in Los Angeles. Rhe Argentine is dressed in a blouse paired with bootcut jeans, black boots and wearing a bucket hat. The camera pans on the Hall of Famer looking inside a near-empty bag of Frito-Lay potato chips, though the disappointment remains on her face: it was the last chip in the bag. As if on cue, she daintily eats the chip and places the bag next to her before turning to towards the camera.]

“We’re living in interesting times. Amber Ryan got put on the shelf, the Gemstones are about to be cancelled, Chloe Benton just wants to sign her deathwish wanting to face Masque de Lune and, I don’t know if you guys heard, but the match is on. At Summer XXXTreme X, three weeks from Sunday, it’s Crystal Zdunich vs Seleana Zdunich! I don’€™t remember how we got here. I vaguely remember who said what when. But this is the match we didn’t know we needed. Sound like fun? For the fans, maybe. I bet everyone is dying to find out if Crystal is going to be lying down for Seleana, or will Seleana be lying down for Crystal? We get enough of this intrigue whenever Roxi and Keira face off.”

[Be that as it may, these matches rarely happened, so a match between Crystal and Seleana made this must-see TV. It could end up as a classic or a train wreck. Either way, Mercedes was all for it. But that was in three weeks. Right now, it was Mercedes and Seleana on Sunday.]

“You can’t talk about Seleana without mentioning Crystal. You can’t talk about Crystal without mentioning Seleana. They’re inseparable. And it’s that reason alone why people enjoy trashing either of them at any given time at any given show for any given reason. Like the fact that Seleana has already had three title matches this year - more than anybody on the current roster - and won a grand total of never.

“And yes, Seleana, seems like the joke is on you - again. I can now laugh to my heart’s content since you walked away from your match with Kat Jones with nothing to show for it.

“Just another reminder why there are disappointments in life and then there’s you and your family. You only need have to look at Brayden and Brittany to prove my point.”

[Mercedes smiles despite herself. She was always told never kick a person while they were down, but for Seleana she would make this exception.]

“You know, last time we faced each other, you defined what a legend was and I found that interesting. That’s funny you say that, Sel, because I can think of a few legends here in Sin City Wrestling. Crystal Zdunich is a legend. She also happens to be a Hall of Famer, and deservingly so. Do you think your wife is a shadow of what she used to be? Would you say that to her face, hmm? You know another legend that comes to mind? Roxi Johnson, also a Hall of Famer. You think maybe she’s lost a step or two? You think there’s doubts that she used to be good? To hear her tell it, she’s beat your ass in every match you two have been in rather convincingly - singles, tag team, multiwoman. I don’t think she’s lost a step at all. What about every woman in the Hall of Fame? Would you call them out for a match? Like yours truly, they also have talent, longevity, influence, and I can guarantee they would use your face to mop the canvas with your tears.”

[Maybe Seleana would stand a chance, but Mercedes knew it would be a minuscule one.]

“There’s a lot of things I could call you. Rude, stubborn, delusional, clueless, but a legend isn’t one of them. What would you know about being a legend anyway? The word shouldn’t even come out of your mealy mouth. What, because you’re married to one, is that it? Unlike your wife, you haven’t even begun to scratch the surface, Seleana, and at this stage of your career and with your Bombshell Roulette Championship reign as proof that this is as far as you’re going to go in this company, I highly doubt you will. Don’t fool yourself by trying way too hard to be something you’re not or ever will be.”

[Mercedes suddenly becomes quiet as she reaches for her glasses and slowly pulls them off, folding them in her hands and then placed them next to her.]

“It took the two of you to get your only Bombshell Championship reign. It took the two of you to arrange a Bombshell Roulette Championship match in the main event you fluked your way into winning. And yet the two of you aren’t even close to being half the woman I am. Here’s the thing. You and Crystal can bicker and fight and kiss and makeup all you want, but being a legend isn’t sexually transmitted. You have to work hard for that.”

[Mercedes suddenly stops herself, then shakes her head.]

“When I say I am the most decorated woman in SCW, that’s not a misquote or something I pulled from thin air, there’s no hype surrounding it. You don’t have to wonder if my title reigns are a figment of my imagination. The legends I share the Hall of Fame with, none of them have put in the work I have. I’m not hiding behind a legacy, mamita. I’m leaving behind a legacy. A legacy that was built before you got here and I know, without a doubt, will be remembered long after you’re gone, because my name is Mercedes Vargas and my legacy will never be tarnished, especially by someone like you.”

[She points at the camera.]

“You’ve beaten me twice this year, once in a triple threat, once in a tag match. The third time won’t be the charm. Just like I did to Alicia two weeks ago, your name, Seleana, will be on my checklist. In this case, it’s been a long time coming since I ruined your pay-per-view debut. You can only be lucky for so long.”

[Mercedes reaches over for her checklist and slowly, methodically, takes a red Sharpie and draws a line through Seleana’s name.]

"Estar preparado para lo peor, esperar lo mejor."
"Prepare for the worst, hope for the best."

[Mercedes fluffs and straightens out her hair and then slowly cross her arms. She pauses for effect, lowering her voice just above a whisper.]

"Y que la suerte está siempre en su favor.”
“And may the odds be ever in your favor."

***Fade***

.::MERCEDES::..
If there’s one thing I’m glad about Greece, is that I got to beat the crowd.

.::IRMA::..
Visiting Greece during the summer is a bad idea. I should know. I’ve done it. Nothing worse than waiting in long lines and getting to places. Did I mention that everything is expensive and the weather is brutally hot?

.::MERCEDES::..
Getting there is half the fun. What’s new?

.::IRMA::..
I was making sure you weren't dead, since you never call.

.::MERCEDES::..
I’m still getting used to international calling. It’s Greek to me. Anyway, I need a favor.

.::IRMA::..
The only time you talk to me is when you need something. Whatever you're going to ask, the answer is no.

.::MERCEDES::..
Why are you being so stubborn?

.::IRMA::..
I think I have a bit more experience with this thing than you do.

.::MERCEDES::..
OK.

.::IRMA::..
What? No witty remark? Nothing clever to say?

.::MERCEDES::..
Not in the mood. Anyway. I got three weeks left here and I kinda of need airfare to get back to the states. Think you can book a return trip for me?

.::IRMA::..
Sure.

[Mercedes gives Irma a stern look.]

.::IRMA::..
Oh, you mean now? It’s a bit to soon, isn’t? You seem to enjoy all these weeks before.

.::MERCEDES::..
I need to get out of here. As a group of people the Greek are loud, rude, and arrogant. All the men think they’re handsome - I can’t tell you the passes I get when I walk down the street - and the women think they are the most beautiful - which I deny completely.

.::IRMA::..
I’m glad you’re having a great time.

.::MERCEDES::..
I can’t stay another minute. Please. At least get Richie to do it. Hugo and Tomas has money, don’t they?

.::IRMA::..
Hmm, call back in three weeks, maybe I’ll change my mind. Until then, bye!

.::MERCEDES::..
Wait, wait! Did you just hang up on me?


Present Day ♦ L E S B O S, G R E E C E

[REC•]

[Few places are as satisfying to visit when traveling overseas. Italy has its Mediterranean culture and food. France has Paris. And then there’s Greece. While this country hasn’t had its recognition in films and the like, it does boasts plenty of scenic locations.

Open on Mercedes Vargas in Panagia Agia Sion lounging around an ancient village square. There‘a an old church, some souvenir shops and a cafe. Mercedes tries to keep everything in perspective as these last few weeks haven’t exactly made her trip here anymore enjoyable.]

“Usually, I would have a smile on my face and a pep in my step but that hasn’t been the cast these last few weeks. I don’t know how else to explain it, but it’s like that proverbial dark cloud over my head just won’t go away.

“Losing to Seleana Zdunich two weeks ago was bad. Getting jumped by Ms. Jon was worse. Now, I find out on media sociale that I have to team up with that monster against Seleana and Crystal? You’re kidding, right?

[Mercedes raises her index finger in a wait-a-minute gesture.]

“OK, you’re not kidding. You know how you are in a certain place and you just get a general vibe from everyone that you will never find a friendly face in the area? Apparently, that’s what I’m getting in Sin City Wrestling, and now I have a partner who would rather destroy me than ever reach out for a tag and facing the last two people I would dare step in the ring with in The Zdunichs.

“This is not fair, it’s not right, and I deserve better! I’m Mercedes Vargas! Two-time Hall of Famer, the most decorated talent of all time!”

[Mercedes throws her hands up in frustration. She can’t do anything about the card, might as well go with it.]

“You know what? Fine! I’ll team up with Jon, but that doesn’t mean I have to like you. I really don’t like Crystal and Seleana, not like anybody does.

Crystal, Seleana, I would be very careful this Sunday because the both of you are going to be in for a long night.

“My advice to you? Estar preparado para lo peor, esperar lo mejor."
"Prepare for the worst, hope for the best."

[Mercedes fluffs and straightens out her hair and then slowly cross her arms. She pauses for effect, lowering her voice just above a whisper.]

"Y que la suerte está siempre en su favor.”
“And may the odds be ever in your favor."

***Fade***

What is it about Blaze of Glory and Mercedes Vargas? Sure, she’s has a perfect attendance record, having made the card for the last eight events. That’s the best part.

She’s also only won once in all that time. That lone win was three years ago to the day. That’s the bad part. Three weeks ago, Mercedes was reminded of the terrors of this supercard and once again victory was stolen from the jaws of defeat.

This year’s obstacle was a six-woman gauntlet for a future title shot at Into the Void. That Mercedes faced a daunting task as it is wasn’t the issue than the fact her track record in contendership matches wasn’t all that great to start with, but all things considered it was better than her five opponents individually and collectively. It was staring down the barrel of another match that got away from her. It’s not that everything had to go right, it’s that the smallest mistake could make everything go wrong. She did everything humanly possible to survive, but the stars did not align that night in the City of Angels. Instead it came down to The WildKat and The Blossoming Rose, and all Mercedes could do was watch from afar before heading back to the locker room.

All in all, the gauntlet provided real stakes in a matchup she wasn’t sure if anyone really believed the outcome much less whether Mercedes would win, even though she did make the final three. It had the same feel against Alicia Lukas last year had, where everyone knew who was going to win. But it went without saying that Mercedes fought to the bitter end, it wouldn’t be her if she hadn’t.

Before the bell, it was all too common what Mercedes’ opponents were trying to do, from the dark horse to the underdog. At the same time, it was all too common what Mercedes was expected to do. Sunday was a battle of will and a test of skills.

It was always a battle on two fronts: not so much the caliber of her opponents than with herself.

Another year, another Blaze of Glory.

It was neither right, nor fair.

Mercedes has been here before.

Maybe one time too many.

 

Present Day ♦ G R E E C E

[REC•]

[Sometimes a change of scenery can help get you out of a particularly bad experience, kind of like Mercedes is doing now. The overseas tour of Greece came in at the right time, given how things went at Blaze of Glory, but a new show cycle ment turning a new page, and Mercedes was jumping at the chance to turn this year around, now a quarter of the way in.

Sunday’s Climax Control would be a great start.

It’s not everyday Mercedes Vargas gets to go overseas, but when she does, it’s an opportunity she couldn’t pass up, even if she really wanted to. Greece, like any other country she’s visited in her nearly-decade career in SCW, has its share of scenic and breathtaking landmarks, from domed churches and historical monuments to breathtaking Greek islands, and partaking in the food and chatting with the locals was always a bonus. The Greece Lightning Tour was, in all essence of the word, a dream getaway, and if she could just get by the next few weeks, it would be a success.

Open on Mercedes drinking coffee at a nearby crowded cafe while also witnessing strangers pass by on the street. She then turns towards the camera. Wind in her hair, worries behind her, and a smile on her face.]

“Let me first start off by congratulating Crystal Zdunich for winning the gauntlet match at Blaze of Glory. No, seriously, she deserves it. So here’s that round of applause, here’s that bow.”

[Mercedes brings her hands together for a slow, lifeless showing followed by a bow that was just as cutting.]

“See, because if anything, if Crystal thinks she’s going to beat Masque de Lune for the Internet Championship much less Andrea Hernandez on this stupid hit list she’s got going on, then she just played herself. There’s a reason why Andrea owns her and why Masque will make Crystal regret taking her lightly. But that’s enough about Crystal. I’ve got bigger fish to fry Sunday. They say to pick your battles. Well, this match wasn’t my choice. But fighting is. Apparently, I find myself in a triple threat against Ms. Jon and Seleana Zdunich. Great way to spend a Sunday night, huh?

“They say you often find your destiny on the path taken to avoid it. Ms. Jon is quite the roadblock. She’s coming off her first loss in SCW, but that was against Tempest at the supercard. She still is perfect on Climax Control and beat Chloe Benton and Kaiju Rainbow pretty convincingly. Does that mean Seleana and I are going to have a long night? Yes. Will I enjoy seeing Ms. Jon pounce on Seleana while I stand in one corner of the ring filing my nails? Yes. While it will take teamwork to take down Ms. Jon, I’m all out of teamwork to give so I hope Seleana will forgive me. I work alone.

“Lets be clear, Seleana is a marginal wrestler at best, but the way she’s being portrayed like shes one the TOP Elite wrestlers out there is comical. Seleana just isn’t a top level talent. And there’s nothing wrong with that. Only reason why Seleana held the Bombshell Roulette Championship for so long is because everyone else was busy with the world title scene. That, and I’d be happy too if I was defending against Jessie Salco and Keira Fisher-Johnson every week.

“Seleana came in with buzz after she flukes her way to a world title win, which her wife helped her to win by the way, but that was definitely overhyped. And that’s probably what did her in. To much high expectation. For somebody who isnt that kind of star. Reality always sets in quickly.

“Sunday is where Seleana is about to learn the difference between fantasy and reality. The reality is she’s about to get beat on Sunday. The fantasy is that she thought she had any choice in the manner.”

[Mercedes shrugs matter-of-factly.]

“Women like me are destined for greatness any and everywhere they go. It’s why I was the first woman and still the only woman to win every championship this company had to offer. It’s why I am the only 14-time champion in history. It’s why I am a two-time, two-time, Hall of Famer in this company. Proud of it, not ashamed to say it.”

[Mercedes pauses for a long moment, her eyes closed, clenching her fist, emotions having caught up with her state of mind. Only when she opened her eyes again and looked up at the camera did the next words were spoken with conviction.]

“I’ve made a career of proving people wrong for the last nine years in SCW. Some of the names and some of the faces may have changed, but I’m still Mercedes Vargas. And whether you have a size and power advantage like Ms. Jon or you have gotten lucky against me a few times like Seleana, I should never be counted out.

“I’ve beaten similar size wrestlers like Bobbie Dahl and Tempest, and Seleana can tell you about the time I ruined her SCW pay-per-view debut. I remember like it was yesterday.”

[Mercedes raises her index finger in a wait-a-minute gesture.]

“I get I haven't been the hottest story this year. I get that I have kind of flown under the radar a bit, at least compared to some other women in the division. But against Ms. Jon and Seleana, I think it’s time I give a stern reminder to the rest of the division of just how good I really am.

“As far as I’m concerned, there’s only threat in this triple threat match, chickadees, and that’s me.”

[Mercedes points at herself.]

"Estar preparado para lo peor, esperar lo mejor."
"Prepare for the worst, hope for the best."

[Mercedes fluffs and straightens out her hair and then slowly cross her arms. She pauses for effect, lowering her voice just above a whisper.]

"Y que la suerte está siempre en su favor.”
“And may the odds be ever in your favor."

***Fade***

[Time flies when you're having fun. It wasn't so much that “fun” was doing PR for SCW and the like, but Mercedes Vargas knew the lingo by now. Being the consummate professional that she is in the promotion after all the success that came with it came with the territory, and she staked her claim as a bonafied legend in the company. Open to the confines or a radio studion. It's just after 8 AM and the Argentine is wrapping up a Q-and-A in downtown LA. Typical day, blue skies, and not a single cloud in the sky. The kind of weather you'd expect here in early February.

After the interview ended, Mercedes, relieved that her duty was complete, thanks the host before, exits the studio, walks down the orphaned hallways, and steps through the double doors of the building and into the balmy weather. She fishes through her purse and comes up with the car keys. As she is walking, she aims her car remote as two brief flashes from the headlights comes from a white corvette in parallel park.

She opens the door, climbs in and starts the engine. Adjusting her rearview mirror, she backs out of the garage into the street and drives off.

Reaching for the radio to drown out the silence, the dial glows with an eerily orange light. Rap. Classical. Rock. Her hand draws back as she settles on the tail end of a Gloria Estefan number, before a video call comes in.

Split screen. Mercedes is driving while Irma is on the phone from her house. Mercedes watched Irma with the dabs and strokes coming together into a nature scene. Irma continues adding paint on top of still-wet paint.]

Irma: Hey, how did your match go?

Mercedes: I didn't have a match this week.

Irma: No, but you had a match last week.

Mercedes: Wouldn't you like to know?

Irma: Uh, yeah, that's why I asked.

[She knew it may look like she was being a bitch, but that's only because she was acting like a bitch.]

Mercedes: I didn't leave my match like I hoped. No big deal.

Irma: Funny, because you were making a big deal out of it the moment the card was announced.

Mercedes: Even the best loses matches sometimes. Like I said, it's nothing to worry about. I’m sure I’ll be back in a title scene sooner than I think.

[Irma gives a long hard look at Mercedes. She wanted to say something, but decided to hold her tongue. Getting up, she mutes her TV playing The Joy of Painting.]

Mercedes: What are you up to?

Irma: Art exhibition this weekend and I got a few samples I want to show off. I think I’m getting this water color ice cold. How’s the memoir coming?

Mercedes: Slowly, but surely. Like my career.

Irma: I know this book was really hard for you. How are you dealing with everything?

Mercedes: I don’t know. I mean, there’s still so much to tell, so much to do. I’m coming up on my contract year, and, it’s like, I’m nearing the end of my rope. Just have to tie a knot and hang on.

Irma: We just show you how, but you make the decisions. When you have this much power, you make the decisions. There’s beauty in every tree and bush. Just take the time to look at them.

Mercedes: That was deep. I guess I never thought about it that way. Who told you that one?

Irma: The Joy of Painting. Bob Ross should be a philosopher.



Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 30 de enero al 6 de febrero de 2022

They say it’s lonely at the top. There's a reason they say that. It’s lonely at the top because the top is generally success. Other people come to you to get it, not because they like you and care for you, not because they respect you. At the top, there’s no real friends because they envy you, and your friends, who flatter you, are often plotting your downfall to elevate themselves. The top is a place full of fear, hate, insecurity, greed, domination, backstabbing. That’s just par for the course. And there’s no place where this happens more than this industry.

I know what success is like because I am the most decorated woman in Sin City Wrestling and the only one who can be seen working in two brands. At the end of the day, I’m pretty simple, I turn up, do my thing and get paid, sometimes even enjoy what I do but good Lord almighty it’s like being in the Hunger Games sometimes.

So what exactly keeps me getting up every weekend and continuing to perfect my legacy? What could possibly motivate a person to continue to go through that grind after already accomplishing so much and building quite the legacy along the way? I've practically accomplished everything there is to accomplish in Sin City Wrestling. I'm at or near the top of pretty much every statistical category in the women's division if not the company and I've broken numerous records since I joined the roster. Time and again, I've proven that I'm still a threat in the women's division. Before my prime, in my prime, past my prime, it doesn't matter.

Proving myself is justified.

The Wolf on the top of the hill is never as hungry as the wolves still climbing the hill. Imagine you're, say, a superhero. You're the strongest hero to ever exist. Any foe that you have is practically nothing when they fight with you. With one touch you throw them into oblivion.

They say it's lonely at the top, but I feel it's an acceptable burden for Amber Ryan because it is an honour to lead. Amber has never felt she’s too amazing to treat others like they don’t pose a threat, or those who put her on a pedestal. I’m not going to do that, wouldn’t be me if I did that. See, because unlike most of the Bombshells , I have zero fear of Amber Ryan. No, I’m not trying to psyche myself out for my match, I just never feared Amber when the ink dried on her contract, I never feared her when she was announced as the newest Bombshell to the roster on Twitter. Certainly didn’t fear her in our first go round. And that won’t change this weekend.

I put my ear to the ground and I hear the doubters and the critics and the naysayers. They don't think I can do it. And to the surprise of no one, there’s a lot of opinions on how Sunday’s main event is going to go. “Mercedes doesn’t stand a chance, Amber’s gonna kill you!” and so on and so forth. People seem to forget that I'm one of the few people who has never lost to Amber.

In less than forty-eight hours, the first round of the Blast From the Past Tournament begins in what will be a very tough field, it always is every year. The teams were chosen, the matches were made. Now it's time to get this show on the road. And I’m going to hit the ground running with a match I didn’t expect to be in.

The lethal lottery can be a cruel mistress sometimes. Some may hide their dismay for a partner they didn't want or a matchup against a team that is favored to win the tournament by outright. History hasn’t been kind to me with partners in the tournaments the last few go rounds. Now, granted, I can get along with just about anybody., and personally any of the Superstars would want someone as accomplished as I am as their partner, but I can only do so much. You can only do so much when you’re partner isn’t just a newcomer but also a rookie into the wrestling business. Did I mention he’s a YouTube star? I didn’t? Well, it bears repeating: he’s a YouTube star.

Great.

Conventional wisdom says that Shane Hawthorne and I are facing an uphill battle. Conventional wisdom says that
my last few appearances in the Blast From the Tournament haven’t been anything to write home about. Conventional wisdom says that my team could be one of the first to be eliminated early. Conventional wisdom says that Amber and Hitamashii are a shoo-in to at least get far in the tournament than any team.

Win or lose this week, I have a chance to make a statement by proving that I’m able to stand toe to toe with Amber, something that not many have accomplished. Amber is known by a lot of names. The Painted Hurricane. Then again, that bitch has piled up a lot of bodies in SCW. She’s defeated practically every woman in the company. She’s beaten Roxi, Crystal, Myra, and Jessie multiple times during her title reign. They might not like to hear it, but facts are facts. No wonder why Amber is bored. The only name NOT on that list is mine. You know your women's division is the best in the world when it takes two years to find somebody to finally shut her up. I’m very self-aware of her superior talent, and if it wasn't for her arrogance and tendency for showing off, she'd be unbeatable (instead of just mostly so).

As we all learned from The Matrix Reloaded, you never truly know someone until you fight them. There’s a reason Amber and I are fighting this weekend, it’s up to me to embrace it. It’s up to me to show everybody what Mercedes Vargas is truly capable of. I have an unquenchable fire. More specifically a fire inside of me that just wants to see me standing over someone and my hand raised in victory.

I'm not willing to bend or break for anybody. I sure as hell don't need to validate myself to the fans, this company, or the lockerroom, because theirs or anybody's expectations will never exceed mine. I mean that with so much emphasis.

If I had a middle name, history would be it. Last name Vargas, first name Mercedes. Prefaced by the most important thing.

New. Bombshell. Champion.

 

B E V E R L Y H I L L S • C A L I F O R N I A

[The stakes couldn't be any higher. This weekend's tag match was just the appetizer. Las Vegas were lucky to get to host the most important tournament at this point. Mercedes Vargas will have to be at her level best to win, especially this weekend.]

MERCEDES: What else you got?

RICARDO: Nothing as good as Statue Of Eternity. It’s brilliant.

MERCEDES: I’ve heard better. Change the title and send it back out.

RICARDO: That’s like me asking you to change your face Mercy. The title is everything.

[Ricardo is having a creative dry spell and meets Mercedes at the local restaurant.]

MERCEDES: What does Statue of Eternity even mean?

RICARDO: I’m just spitballing here, but it’s the next superhero movie. Think Wonder Woman meet Lady Liberty.

MERCEDES: So, an action movie, right?

RICARDO: Could be. A dark crime thriller works too.

MERCEDES: Richie, if anything this should be a comedy. The title and script is so bad.

RICARDO: Well, excuse me, princess. I’m trying to be original here, do something different, alright? That’s my problem, no one ever understands me. If they took the time to read my stuff, this would be box office gold.

MERCEDES: You’re not an artist. Let’s finish our drinks and get to the airport.

[Richie downs his beer.]

MERCEDES : Let’s go.

RICARDO: I still don’t see anything wrong with it? Come on,, it’s just a title!

MERCEDES: If someone sent me a script with a name like that, I wouldn’t read it.

RICARDO: Alright…let’s get out of here. Maybe you’re right.

MERCEDES: I like to think I always am, but thank you.

[Mercedes downs her pina colada. Ricardo puts money on counter, waves to the local bartender who waves back.]



Present Day ♦ S A N T A M O N I C A, C A L I F O R N I A

[REC•]

“¡Imbécil, enciende la maldita cámara!”
“Moron, turn the damn camera on!”

[Open up on an breezy late evening where we find Mercedes Vargas sitting outside the patio, a block from the Santa Monica Pier and 3rd Street Promenade, with fountains and metal sculptures overlooking the scenic views of the Pacific Ocean and of the Santa Monica Pier. The sun has sunken below the horizon and the low tide glittered invitingly. The usual crowd was here. The residents, the surfers, and the accidental tourist. All were welcome.

For someone who just suffered a tough loss recently, Mercedes is visibly upset. The Argentine stares back at us through the camera dressed in bootcut jeans and representing her Mean Girls pride, sporting a black t-shirt with the iconic Mean Girls logo, and the occasional baseball cap. She looks down a bit, waiting for the words to come to her. When she has the words at the tip of her tongue, she lets out a breath, then begins. Obviously, her upcoming match and the events of the past few weeks has really got her fired up.]

“The World Mixed Tag Team Championship are no longer with Goth and I after Inception, and I’ll take that. It’s my fault why we’re no longer champions. And I bet a lot of you out there are thinking now that Reckless Elite have the titles that Goth and I have largely fallen by the wayside. And you would be dead wrong. Because we have a rematch in our back pocket, and this damn sure isn’t over. Not by a long shot. So Kris and Mikah, if I were you, I wouldn’t plan on keeping those titles very long.”

[Though Mercedes and Goth gave Reckless Elite a respectable match at Inception, the result was no different than her previous matches or against Mikah for that matter. Mercedes pauses for a long moment, her eyes closed, clenching her fist, emotions having caught up with her state of mind. Only when she opened her eyes again and looked up at the camera did the next words were spoken with conviction.]

“No matter how good you are, no one is invincible. Whether you're the most decorated wrestler in the entire company, or one of the popular tandems in SCW. And even me being the most decorated talent by far here in Sin City Wrestling, I still don’t get the respect that I deserve. Regardless of what the other Bombshells say about me, I’ve worked for it. I’ve earned it. I damn well deserve it. Apparently, now you have people going on media sociale trying to become aspiring comedians subjected to making jokes at my expense, intended to amuse their little peanut gallery. Little do they know, the joke is on them. So who is headlining the first Climax Control after Inception? Who’s headlining the first Climax Control of 2022? Where’s the roastmaster? Didn’t even get a mention.”

[Mercedes raises her index finger in a wait-a-minute gesture.]

“You know who IS headlining the first Climax Control after Inception? Who’s headlining the first Climax Control of 2022?”

[Mercedes points at herself.]

“This girl right here! Even better? It’s the 10th annual Blast From the Past Tournament, which I just found my match also doubles as a World Bombshell Championship match against none other than Amber Ryan in the opening round.

“Sabes, la familiaridad genera menosprecio. Así como la familiaridad engendra desprecio, así también el éxito engendra autocomplacencia.”
You know, familiarity breeds contempt. And just as familiarity breeds contempt, success often spawns complacency.

“They say familiarity breeds contempt. I don’t know about that. I better get used to the fact that I'm not going to get any sleep this weekend, because apparently, familiarity is the least emotion I’m feeling right now. More like excited. I'm very excited to return to UNLV and the Cox Pavilion, I'm very excited to come down to Las Vegas , I'm very excited to see my fans. And I’m just as excited facing Amber again.Sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure it's all real.”

[Mercedes waves her hand in a dismissive gesture toward the camera. Fortune may favor the bold, but against Amber Ryan, it's going to take more than that to unseat her from her place on top of the division.]

“Inception V may not have gone the way that I wanted. A pair of losses may not have gone the way I wanted, but excuses aren’t going to cut it. I failed, that's just the way it is. But failure isn’t fatal. Sunday is about making a statement. It’s about sending a message that I take a backseat to no one, and Amber is going to learn that lesson the hard way.”

[Nodding her head, Mercedes allows her words to settle in and find their place in the hearts and minds of those watching. The indignant expression remains on her face as Mercedes crosses her arms.]

“Anyways, it’s been awhile since I crossed paths with Amber and I won’t be taking it lightly. I didn’t die last time we fought but I didn’t win or lose either. I almost wish we met in different circumstances with the title on the line. Amber don’t deserve to defend her title in a mixed tag match, especially in the Blast From the Past. But then again, I don’t book the matches. She’s actually have to kill me this time to keep that title.

“You woke up and chose violence today, didn’t you, Amber? I may have lost the last few times, but there's still a twinkle in my eye, a smile on my face, and a pep in my step. This is what confidence looks like. Because even in defeat, I cannot be dismissed. Let’s face it, Amber, Christian Underwood didn’t set this matchup this weekend as a another easy defense, he set it up to really push you.

“That being said, Amber, here’s your chance to accomplish that goal, to make your dream become a reality. But let’s get one thing perfectly clear: if there is anyone under pressure leading into this match, it's you. I’ve got nothing to lose, and everything to gain. You have everything to lose, and nothing to gain. And that's a scary thought. What’s scarier? You're gonna need to lose that title to understand what winning it and keeping it means. I don’t win by outlifting people or outrunning people…I win by outsmarting them.

That is what being a champion is all about. Whether I was a tag team champion, Bombshell Roulette champion, world champion...it didn't matter. When my feet was put to the fire, I walked on hot coals and survived. When I was put to the test, I passed with flying colors, and when there's an obstacle in my way, I remove it from my way. I'm not counting the days, Amber. Instead I'm going to make them count. I've done that for nine years now..

"You know, Amber, just between us, I just have to ask you: are you enjoying your title reign? See because over the last few title reigns, a lot of people were talking. When Alicia had her 2019 title run, people like Roxi Johnson said the title was in purgatory. I wonder if she’s saying that about you now? So, I'm not surprised that there's a target on your back and everyone wants at you for your title. You’re not getting those eight hours of sleep a night. Constantly wondering and worrying what new challenge awaits, who will be coming next to end your title reign, what Bombshell will be gunning for you. The expectations..."

[Mercedes raises a hand above her head.]

“...are that much higher."

[Her voice was scarcely more than a whisper, but just enough to still be heard.]

“So are the stakes."

[Mercedes makes her hands go limp as she crosses her arms in front of her.]

“See, I live for matches like these, Amber. Because no matter how high the stakes are, no matter what the odds are, no matter how intense the pressure, I always answer the bell. The question is, will you? Will you meet those expectations one more time? Because if you think that you will meet them at my expense, then you couldn't BE more wrong. Come Sunday, the world will be watching and waiting and wondering if you can pull off an encore performance. And at the end of the night, they will have their answer. You're going to let a lot of people down that night: your fans, your fellow Bombshells, your husband, but, more importantly, yourself.

“You're going to disappoint once again. Because when you and I meet in that ring, yeah, it will be very different than our last match two years ago, mamita. I also want you to think that this match is in your favor. Train to your little heart's content. I want you to look past me. Go ahead, do it. Kick back and relax a little. I dare you. I want you to be consumed with the notion that you will beat me, and then realize that while the crowd expects it, the outcome won’t be.

“As for you? All you'll be leaving with are bumps and bruises, stitches, your wounded pride, and a paycheck. Oh, and a lonely flight back to that third-rate shitty state you call New Jersey.”

[She smirks. and holds out her hands in a defiant manner.]

“The only caveat saving your title reign is me beating your ass in the middle of the ring. You better hope Hitamashii saves your title reign, or Shane Hawthorne defeats Hitamashii.”

[Mercedes swipes a hand over face. The once proud smile she had has transformed into a serious expression.]

“I guess what I'm really trying to say Amber, is while you seem to always have a chip on your shoulder, I’ll be more than welcome to take that chip off your shoulder, and that title off your waist. I'm going to make or break you at this Sunday.”

[In the end, there was only one person that was going to walk in and walk out of Climax Control with the win. In her own mind, she was the one. In her mind, she was the only one, and she knew it. In less than three days, her opponent would find out why. The thing is, she was going to find a way, not a way out.]

“Whether you love me, hate me or feel completely indifferent about me, there’s no denying one thing: when it comes to the all-time greats, when there’s a historic moment about to be made, when you talk about champion of champions? Nobody does it better.

“The crazy part is, I got my start in this company at 32. I’m still winning championships nine years later. And like fine wine, the older I get, the better I get. There’s not a damn woman on this roster who compares to me.”

[Mercedes fluffs and straightens out her hair and then slowly cross her arms.]

“There’s more to Mercedes Vargas than irrelevant facts and snippets of random trivia. Just so happens that I’m the only 14-time champion in history. But you know what’s better than being a 14-time champion?

“Being a 15-time champion.”

[Looking deadset into the camera lens, her voice drops to a whisper though her words hold conviction behind them.]

"Estar preparado para lo peor, esperar lo mejor."
"Prepare for the worst, hope for the best."

[She pauses for effect, lowering her voice just above a whisper.]

"Y que la suerte está siempre en su favor.”
“And may the odds be ever in your favor."

***Fade***

Madison Square Garden | N E W Y O R K• N E W Y O R K

[After the High Stakes pay-per-view broadcast went off the air, we fade backstage where we find Mercedes Vargas, still in her wrestling gear, walking with her back to the camera. A random cameraman finds her for an on-the-spot interview and calls out to her.]

Cameraman:
Mercedes Vargas! Mercedes, would you like to comment on what happened out there tonight?

[Mercedes turns around, which causes the cameraman to react in surprise.]

Cameraman:
Are you...Are you crying?

Mercedes: (sarcastically)
No, no, my sinuses are acting up again. Of course I’m crying, you idiot. But don’t be fooled, these are not tears of sadness, these are tears of joy.

[She wipes her eyes with the few pieces of crumpled tissue, before she runs a hand through her hair and looks up again at the cameraman.]

Mercedes:
You want to talk about the fact that I lost? Sure, I lost, okay? And it could have happened for any number of reasons: Maybe I came in a little unprepared, maybe I was a little over prepared, or maybe I may have underestimated the competition. The better team won tonight, and I’m happy for Austin and Tempest. I think they’re going to break the all-time singles record.”

Cameraman:
So, um, what’s next for Mercedes Vargas in SCW after tonight?

Mercedes:
What's next? That’s a good question. Maybe I’ll remain in the title picture, I don’t know. After tonight, I’ll just have to pick myself up, dust myself off and get ready for the next Climax Control.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to be alone."

[Mercedes pushes the cameraman out of the way and heads towards the lockerroom area as we fade to black.]

Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 21 al 28 de noviembre de 2021



Let’s not waste anymore time. Hats off to Austin and Tempest at High Stakes. The way they have been some dominant lately, it would have been easy for Goth and I to phone it in just like the other teams they’ve beaten. Instead, we gave Austin and Tempest a run for their money and the four of us went all in to create an exciting match. The fans knew it, the owners knew, Austin and Tempest knew it. Everybody wants to beat them and want their best game. Goth and I made them earn their recent title defense, which is more than I can say for the few months they’ve held the titles. So, it’s not lost on me that we’re going to have a return match this weekend. Not that I’m not appreciative, oh no, it's Thanksgiving week, which is a good excuse as any to reflect on what we’re grateful for. And I bet you’re all wondering is Mercedes Vargas thankful for anything? Turns out, I am. I’m more than thankful that Goth and I get a second chance to make a first impression.

An attitude of gratitude is always helpful, in my experience.

High Stakes was my first opportunity at the World Mixed Tag Team Championship since my second reign and the end of said reign two years ago. I still haven’t gotten over the loss three weeks ago, and I’m pretty sure Goth hasn’t either. High Stakes made us hungrier and dare I said it we’re out for a little revenge. Losses serve as a learning experience, and experience, as they say, is a great teacher. Goth and I pride ourselves in learning from our mistakes and this weekend will be no different. At Climax Control, we’re going to be walking out new World Mixed Tag Team Champions.

Last time we met, Austin and Tempest made this match about respect, and that’s the way it should be. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar, as the old saying goes. Most opponents tend to go for the cheap shots and zingers to drum up interest for the match, but not Austin and Tempest. Still, like I said at the supercard that night, playing the respect card can only get you so far, especially when it comes to the members of Wolfslair, who throws around respect only when it depends on whose is standing with their hand raised at the end. On the other hand, Tempest has lost the respect she once had for me and she didn't let up on how she really felt about that, but to be honest, I couldn’t care less what she says or thinks of me anymore.

I’ve been mocked over the claim that my title reigns define my career. The other Bombshells may think whatever they want, but it’s been both a blessing and a burden for me. It’s a testament that I know how to capitalize on my golden opportunities and display a resiliency that enables me to rebound from my mistakes along the way. It’s why I have a firmer place in Sin City Wrestling history and a deeper appreciation for my accolades and achievements, as everyone should have. It’s why I am a two-time Hall of Famer in this company. Proud of it, not ashamed to say it. I've been all around the world, a veteran of many tours in Japan and Europe and Canada. I've been mostly successful everywhere I've gone, including here in Sin City Wrestling.

It’s why I am the only 12-time champion in history. But you know what’s better than being a 12-time champion? Being a 13-time champion. It’s been two years out since my last title reign when I won the Mixed Tag Titles twice in 2019. No one should doubt that I will be ready for Climax Control given my track record. No one should think that I don't stand a chance in title matches. No one should have a doubt in their mind that I don’t have what it takes to once again have a championship around my waist.

Mark and Christian didn't have to give Goth and I this rematch. This match isn't something that I need to do to prove to the rest of the division that I'm that damn good. I've won that argument. I'll always win that argument. My legacy is still intact, my title reigns and accolades aren't on paper, it's in the record books, and I'm on the damn cover. I highly doubt none of the other Bombshells are capable of taking my spot on the roster until I'm ready to give it up.

The Bombshells should be thankful that yours truly is here to give them something to strive for. 

Sunday, I get to make history one more time.

It wouldn’t be me if I didn’t, now would it?

 

B E V E R L Y H I L L S • C A L I F O R N I A

[Dressed in a simple Reba Wool cowboy hat, blue jeans and a tank top, Mercedes Vargas is deep in thought seen holding playing cards which hides her face. She peaks her eyes through the cards, showing the intense stare of her dark brown eyes as the person sitting across from her throws their cards to the center of the table.

“Full House. Beat that."

[What was once a brief smile disappears into shock. Shaking her head, Mercedes glanced at the smug expression coming from Jorge, leaning back with hands laced behind his head. Knowing that this was the end, Mercedes peers down at her cards again before she set her cards on top of the pile.]

.::MERCEDES::..
Well, I don’t know. Will an Ace, King, Queen, Jack and a 10 do the job?

..::JORGE::..
Curses! Foiled again!

.::CARMEN::..
I told you we should have played Twister.

[Carmen, of course. She smiles as Jorge covers his face with one hand after being beaten with the Royal Flush.]

.::CARMEN::..
You bit off more than you can chew.

..::JORGE::..
I hate you...

.::MERCEDES::..
You can’t win them all. There's no shame in losing.

..::JORGE::..
Easy for you to say. You beat me twice.

[<Carmen looks up at a notepad, tapping a pen against it.]

.::CARMEN::..
Three times. But who’s counting?

..::JORGE::..
Shut up! You only won because...

.::MERCEDES::..
Because...?

..::JORGE::..
I let you win!

.::MERCEDES::..
Whatever helps you to sleep at night, that’s fine with me.

..::JORGE::..
Best three out of five?

.::MERCEDES::..
No.

..::JORGE::..
Four out of seven?

.::MERCEDES::..
OK.

..::JORGE::..
Really?

.::MERCEDES::..
No.

[Mercedes with a pencil at the ready starts on a crossword puzzle.]

CARMEN::..
At least you did something productive with your time.

.::MERCEDES::..
Its therapeutic.

.::CARMEN::..
Crosswords are crosswords. What's the difference?

.::MERCEDES::..
That depends on the day. It's all a matter of perspective, and how difficult I want my crossword to be.

.::CARMEN::..
I don't follow.

[I've seen that look before. It was the look that said, “I have no idea what you just said. Merce. Try to give am an illustration or something.” And so, I used an illustration to get my point across.]

.::MERCEDES::..
The New York Times gets more difficult during the week. Monday is the easiest. Saturday is next to impossible. Most papers are run by subscription service, but the Times is one of a very few that has good editor like Will Shortz.

.::CARMEN::..
Uh huh.

.::MERCEDES::..
And it's not really about the ease of the crossword, but the ease of finding the crossword. Also, the folding, the reading, the jotting. If I'm late for the bus, the crease has to be folded at just the right angle. By reading, I mean whether I have to squint to see everything or use my reading glasses, and jotting obviously whether there's enough space to scribbling next to clues themselves.

.::CARMEN::..
Because you write crosswords only in pen.

.::MERCEDES::..
Exactly. It's a blessing and a curse. You're on vacation and suddenly you know that tourist who always want to borrow a pen, only to forget to return it? That's the most frustrating part. Now, you're the one needing to borrow a pen and everyone is looking at you Ike you're the tourist.

.::JORGE::..
Sorry, sis. Kinda got plans for the evening.

.::MERCEDES::..
I have a flight to catch in about an hour. Where are you going that's so important?

.::JORGE::..
The movies.

.::MERCEDES::..
Again? That's the third Sunday in a row. Can't you go another night?

.::JORGE::..
Sorry, but I've got to see this movie. It's supposed to be a good.

.::MERCEDES::..
That's what you said about the movie you saw last week.

[Carmen moves to the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinet.]

.::CARMEN::..
Where are the crackers? Don't tell me you ate them all! Again!

.::JORGE::..
Yes, I did. I couldn't help it. They're were so good.

.::CARMEN::..
I thought you didn't like crackers?

.::JORGE::..
Well, I don't like graham crackers. But Wheat Thins are different. I love them to death.

.::MERCEDES::..
Huh, I didn't know that.

.::JORGE::..
Well, tell you what, Wheat Thins taste even better with a glass of cold milk, or beer, or apple juice.

[Returning to the room, Carmen leans against the door frame and has her arms crossed in front of her while shaking her head.

.::MERCEDES::..
This is why we can't have nice things, Jorge. And what about this movie anyway? I'm almost sure you said that about the last movie you saw?

.::JORGE::..
Eh, The Godmother was okay. Didn't really live up to the hype.

[Mercedes returns to her crossword.]

.::MERCEDES::..
Maybe it's because it was about, oh, I don't know, a godmother instead of a crime boss? Honestly, who writes this crap?

.::JORGE::..
I have no idea. The Hunt for Red September makes it all worth it.

.::MERCEDES::..
Don't you mean “The Hunt for Red October.”

.::JORGE::..
No, I mean The Hunt for Red September. It's the prequel.

.::MERCEDES::..
Riiiight. What will they think up next?

[She quickly jots in the spaces for said word as she prepares to leave.]

.::MERCEDES::..
It's late, and I got a flight to catch tomorrow. Can't help looking after the dog tonight.

..::JORGE::..
What? But you promised me over the phone!

.::MERCEDES::..
So, same time next week?

..::JORGE::..
You're going down next time!

..::CARMEN::..
Let's keep praying, huh?



Present Day ♦ N E W Y O R K C I T Y

[REC•]

"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."

[When our scene opens, we see a classic radio on a white sand beach with the sea and waves in the background. A single surfboard stuck in the sand. Not too far off, a lone female figure meditates as a glorious sunrise beckons. The ocean is calm. The woman slowly opens her eyes, observing the slight waves which roll in towards the shore. Looking out towards the sea, she shields her eyes. A few swimmers are lying in wait in hopes of catching an incoming wave. As Mercedes stifles a yawn, a slight breeze caresses her face and plays with her hair. Unconsciously brushing away strands of brown hair out of her face, she talks directly in the camera.]

“Well, ladies and gentlemen, it was an interesting night in New York City. If you watched High Stakes, you might have noticed that I didn’t win three weeks ago. Apparently, Austin got the pinfall on Goth, but that’s okay. Christian Underwood and Mark Ward thought we were good enough to get another shot at the champions, and here we are. Wrestling, much like in life, is so crazy sometimes. You know what? Even though Goth and I didn't win at the supercard, I'm not going to let this get to me. I already know what the peanut gallery is going to say, so save it. I’m once again in a title match I don’t deserve and Tempest and Austin are probably somewhere laughing after High Stakes and if they want to call that a victory, well, it’s a pretty weak one. The simple fact is they can't be celebrated for their win at High Stakes. They just can't. They didn’t beat Goth and I, they survived. There’s a big difference. They say you're never as good as everyone tells you when you win, and you're never as bad as they say when you lose. You're only as good as my your last match. Or, in this case, my next one.”

[Her eyes doesn't meet the camera as she looks down for a moment, gathering her thoughts as she brings her hands to her face. This wasn't something that she wanted to get herself into, but there was no turning back now. The match was on whether she liked it or not. A short sigh and she looks up again, a determined stance in her voice, a redemptive fire in her eyes.]

"Tempest, you wanted my best, you got my best. It wasn't enough, but the only thing that saved you and having those titles for another week was three seconds."

[Mercedes raises three fingers slowly, one at a time.]

”Three seconds."

You don't need to like me. You do not even need to respect me now because I will make sure that come Climax Control, the Argentine Assassin will beat the respect out of you. I've been all around the world, a veteran of many tours in Japan and Europe and Canada. I've been mostly successful everywhere I've gone, including here in Sin City Wrestling.”

[Mercedes suddenly becomes quiet as she reaches for her glasses and slowly pulls them off, folding them in her hands and then placed them next to her.]

“So I've been noted as being bitter, disgruntled and outspoken. I don’t think people appreciate me right now. They say you don't know what you got until it's gone. And when I’m gone, I will go down as the greatest ever, Superstar or Bombshell. I have accomplished everything there is in Sin City Wrestling. Basically, I'm in a class by myself. Some people say I'm entitled which to that I'll politely smile and say thank you because I've earned it. As for earning the right to be arrogant, I've earned that too. That's not what else I've earned, though. I've earned the professional jealousy of every past and present Bombshell and Superstar on the roster because what it took their entire careers to accomplish, it took me only five. I've earned the jealousy of every fan in the arena and watching at home because I'm 12 times the champion they'll ever be as they wake up to their nine-to-fives every morning, and some take advantage of my kindness so they can get an autograph and sell it online because they're too lazy to find a real job

“This match isn't something that I need to do to prove to the rest of the division that I'm that damn good. I've won that argument. I already won at this pay-per-view before too on two occasions. If I were to win this match again, I'd be very surprised. But even if I don't, would it matter? My legacy is still intact, my title reigns and accolades aren't on paper, it's in the record books, and I'm on the damn cover. I highly doubt none of the other Bombshells are capable of taking my spot on the roster until I'm ready to give it up. Goth has that same mindset. We will not go gently into that good night, that is until we capture the World Mixed Tag Team Championship.

"Tempest, I'll see you this Sunday."

Present Day ♦ L O S A N G E L E S • C A L I F O R N I A

[REC•]

Across from the El Rey Theatre, the Ace Gallery on Wilshire Boulevard is one of the hidden gems of Mid-City L.A. It made for a good selfie spot too, not to mention it was free and open to the public.

Mercedes Vargas, in leopard prints and bootcut jeans, stands in front of her favorite piece, a wall of neon pink circles. The camera pans back to frame the SCW Hall of Famer, her brunette hair styled in curls and hiding behind cat eye sunglasses, and with a look of aplomb.

"Another Sunday, another Climax Control and where do I find myself this weekend? Moving on to the semifinals of the Bombshell Internet Championship Tournament. And you know, it just feels right, like where I'm supposed to be. Was Johanna Krieger going to be easy to beat? Of course not. Out of the first round matches, I had the toughest draw. She gave me everything I could handle and made me work to beat her. But as good as Johanna is, at the end of the night, Johanna was just a speed bump on my way to the next round and hopefully getting my ticket to the tournament final. Johanna, just like other opponent I've defeated this year, fell to the Black Rose Overdrive, and it was all academic from there. One, two, three."

She holds up three fingers, one at a time, to emphasize this.

"Sorry to rain on your parade, but I think I have a little more pride in myself than to just curl up into a ball and die because I'm not getting the spotlight I deserve. It took me months - months! - to get back into title contention and you think I'm going to apologize for stringing a couple of wins together and feeling like on top of the world? No how, no way. I'm getting ready for the fight of my life pretty soon and every win counts. So, as I head into my match Sunday, I'm going to keep my eyes on the prize. And as much as I would love to pat myself on the back some more..."

Mercedes actually does so just because she can.

"I really don't have time to celebrate because whatever small victory I had last week pales in comparison to what's ahead this week. My next opponent in the semifinals could either be Dani Weston, it could be Bobbie Dahl or even Andrea Hernandez. Looks like I got the short end of the stick again because Bobbie is the exact opponent I'm facing. This news makes me excited and afraid.

But mostly excited.

Or should I be mostly afraid?"

Mercedes shrugs. In truth, no matter who Mercedes was up against in the semifinals, it was always a tough out. That's just how life is when you're in one of the toughest women's divisions in the world as no night is ever the same twice.

"In a moment, everything can change, and in a moment, one person can change everything. One year ago, I had a match against Bobbie Dahl and I thought my career ended right then and there. Simply because Bobbie was so rightly afraid of me that she had to lower herself to use a biker chain behind the referee's back to beat me. She was so threatened by someone supposedly past her prime that she had to use a weapon. Here's someone who outweigh most by over 100 pounds and should be throwing those girls around like ragdolls and building herself up as a force not to be messed with having to cheat to beat me. 

"That's just sad. That's just pathetic. That's just sad AND pathetic."

Mercedes holds up her index finger in a wait-a-minute gesture.

"And on top of that, I had to miss a month of shows due to the concussion. And I mean, I get it. Bobbie was upset, she was frustrated. She was tired of being a joke, laughed at, or generally underestimated. She was starting to become more aggressive to the point where she was outright injuring other Bombshells, like Alicia, like Candy. Bobbi didn't care. She was going to ride that gravy train straight to the top and either you stayed out of her way or you got ran over. And where did Bobbie's wanton of destruction lead her? Notoriety, racking up wins, finally capturing gold in the company? You would think that, but last year was anything but. A subpar win-loss record that year, failing to win the World Bombshell Championship, and earning the wrath of almost every female talent in the division is what really happened. The only thing notable about last year was that Alicia was able to get her revenge on Bobbie for putting her on the shelf for nearly half the year. 

"Five months is all Bobbie could handle before she went on another hiatus then showed up for a few matches this year and then another break. Just when I thought she was out, they bring her back in. I didn't think Bobbie would take part in this tournament and while it's not my place to say whether she's deserving or not, I have some unfinished business with Bobbie and you can bet that it will be settled this Sunday.

"I have everything you want in a wrestler. In-ring, mic, charisma, unmatched star power, gives everyone their best match, mainstream attention. I deserve to be treated like the star I know I am and not only put people over.
If there's anyone who deserves to be the next Bombshell Internet Champion, there's no question who it should be. Words alone won't do it, sadly. So, proving it is the way to go. And nobody does it better than yours truly. Seriously. That's not hyperbole, that's not exaggeration, that's not an opinion, that is a straight facts."

A brow raises above her sunglasses as if to say, "anyone wants to debate me on this".

"After beating Keira last week, seems like Bobbie hasn’t lost a step. That was her return match from beating Tempest three months ago at Into the Void, and she moved as smooth as she always did. I don't know why Bobbie is already doubting herself ahead of our match. Still, you have to think given her success against me the last two times we met, she should be more confident. If she were facing Andrea or Dani, maybe she would be a little concerned, but facing little old Mercy is just a waste of time. My name doesn't strike fear in the hearts of opponents. It doesn't take much for people to look up at Bobbie and see someone who is just as intimidating as Tempest, if not more so it doesn't make sense to me why she's hiding in her shell now when she's got the easiest path to the finals she can ever get.

"It's great that Amber is giving you words of encouragement and maybe she knows something I don't, Bobbie, but I know what you're trying to do. You're thinking I'm going to overestimate you and make me pay for it on Sunday. Nice try, mírame. I think I've been around long enough to know what happens when you're a little too sure of yourself so consider our match Sunday as me taking a little precaution as what could happen.

"You’re willing to put your reputation on the line, Bobbie, that’s great. But now you’re gonna have to step through the ropes, step into my ring, and prove that you belong here and this tournament."

Mercedes takes off her sunglasses and lets them hang from her blouse before returning her gaze to the camera.

"In forty-eight hours, four women battle for the right to advance to the tournament final at Violent Conduct. For some, it will be about survival; for others, their fates have already been sealed.

"Are you ready Bobbie? Maybe physically you are, are you ready mentally? Are you ready to sacrifice your return all the way to stop me from getting what I want? If the answer to all of those things is yes, than I expect the fans to get a real treat. But as for me, I can’t wait for my path to redemption. And after Johanna, you’re the next step.

"Long before you knew, and long after you'll remember."

With that, the scene fades on Mercedes' confident smirk before she offers a heart gesture with her hands before breaking it in two.

***Fade***

Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 13 al 20 de junio de 2021

A mosquito. How can something so small become so annoying and universally hated? This Sunday at Climax Control, for SCW's amusement, I'm facing Jesse Salco in a street fight.. Yes, you read right, a street fight.

Anyone who read the preview to our match would have expected a hard-fought match between two of the very best in the women's division. See, beating Jessie isn't about proving who the better wrestler is. We already know who that is, and it's not Jessie. This isn't a contest, certainly not a close one, no matter what the stipulation is. And while the result won't mean much of anything as far as momentum, I can't say I'm not looking forward to it either. I've been pissed off for a long time now, considering I've been losing far too many matches this year. Someone as talented as me can't stay winless forever.

There’s plenty of talent on the roster that struggle to make the card every month. Some talent might enjoy collecting a paycheck and sitting at home or in catering for six months off television, others probably don’t want to let their talents be wasted moving on for greener pastures. I don't have to worry about that. There isn't anyone who has been more loyal to Sin City Wrestling than me, there isn't anyone who deserve more respect in this company than me, and for what just happened to me over the last three days, in an act of jealousy, disdain, and disrespect, for Jessie and Andrea - An-dree-a, Ahn-dray-a. In all the time in SCW, I never asked her name, but does it really matter? - to attack me on social media should be a criminal offense. It's like they can't help themselves, getting in their little shots and playing their little passive-aggressive games that they think it's going to affect their careers. It's almost as if they want you to get the idea that the more they keep doubling down about one misstep is going to change anything about my career compared to theirs.

Some wrestlers were born for this sport, others not so much. I took a different path to get here and I'm not afraid to shamelessly admit that I was a late bloomer. And yet year after year, SCW signs all these new talent and only a few has managed to stick around. SCW has a roster that's capable of leading the company into the future and many new faces will eventually find their way to the company. So at this stage of my career, now over a decade in, nine years in SCW, fear, uncertainty and doubt seems to creep in. Well, not so much fear, but definitely the last two. I'm half-way out the door, always wondering when my time is up. Maybe I go out on my own terms in a blaze of glory or probably stayed around too long, it's a decision everyone goes through. I've had to work for everything I’ve gotten. There were days where I wondered if there was a light at the end. I think a lot of people have been saying that I don’t win where it matters, and they're not wrong. The fact that I can't close the deal is something that's bothered me in the last year to the point where I'm getting annoyed and maybe a little pissed off because I carry myself to a higher standard. Whether you support me, cheer me, boo me, like me or hate me, the fact remains that I will leave my mark and the future will be thankful for my accomplishments in due time.

I've accomplished a lot more than what people gave me credit for. I've carved out a legacy that will never be surpassed or equaled. There's a reason why I've gone on to have the career that I have, why I've been more successful than any other woman in this company, past, present or future. There's a reason why I am one of if not THE most decorated wrestler in SCW history. I've set the bar, now I AM the bar. The records, the titles, the accolades and accomplishments, the things that made me great... I’ll always have those, win or lose those memories will always be there, and nobody can touch them. Nobody can knock me off this pedestal that I’m on, nobody can destroy the legacy that I built..

As far as Jessie goes, in the humble words of Esther Azrov, listen here you little bitch. The day you talk down to me, or quite frankly anyone is the day you actually win the Bombshell Championship. J2H made you relevant in one night then any moment on your own in your career. It took one night for Christian Underwood finally lifting the supposedly indefinite title ban Mark Ward slapped on you for being an insufferable piece of shit. Almost as painful as your career is the criticism you get in your never-ending chase for the World Bombshell championship.

Let me remind you, Jessica, that every time you ran your mouth, more often than not, you end up regretting it. But being the glutton for punishment that you are, I bet you're going to love this weekend. Street fight, anything goes. And it will. There's no refs to save us, there's no rules to save us. Or should that be there will be no one to save you. It's no secret you've pissed off a lot of people over the years, Jessie. Not only do you have me to deal with, but Maki apparently has you in her tracks. So ask yourself, do you feel lucky? Well, do you?

You're not my rival, Jessie. You never were, you never have been, you never will be, not even in your wildest dreams or your worst fantasy. I've beat you twice as many times as you beat me. You take that win from five years ago but that was then, this is now. And right now, in this moment, it's the only decisive win that you'll have over me, sweetheart, as if it's supposed to mean you're better than me. You shouldn't be confident that you think you will beat me, you should be damn near terrified if you don't because the fact is while I may be the oldest woman on the roster, I'm living proof that age is nothing but a number. It's something I've embraced, not ran away from. You couldn't touch me even on my worst day much less before my prime, in my prime, or past my prime.  Better competition deserve that mantle of being my rival: Christina Rose, Samantha Marlowe, Alicia Lukas, Amber Ryan, Andrea Hernandez.  You're a joke, Jessie. You're nothing except a disappointment, a small insignificant thing. And this Sunday, nothing will give me more satisfaction when I get to squash my mosquito.

So when you tap out or go nighty-night, you will know the difference between reality and fantasy. The reality is you're getting your ass beat, the fantasy is you thought you had a choice in the matter.

I'd tell you to stay home, take the forfeit and spare yourself the embarrassment and humiliation coming your way, but when were you ever one to listen to good advice from anyone about anything?

That's okay. After Sunday, the only advice you'll be needing is a career change.

You should know better not to tempt fate.

 

Flashback - April 2009, Nagasaki, Japan

Un Sueño - Faded Glory

[If I were to tell you that my first year in wrestling was traveling to some 15 cities and five different countries, chances are you would say I was probably some rock star on tour or that I really love racking up those frequent flier miles.

Getting there is half the fun, the half is gett—

Oh. Jet lag. Hold on. 

Anyway, it's late February and what better way to spend winter than in Japan, the Land of the Rising Sun. I took a leap of faith joining my first wrestling promotion after a few years off doing the modeling and acting thing, even then the wrestling bug never went away. My first overseas trip, first tour of Asia, and my first visit to Japan was the trip I never knew I needed.

Come as you are, leave different than you came.

So I'm in Nagasaki for the first time. I've rented an apartment here in the city to which I can always come back to on a whim. In a lot of ways, living in a Japanese apartment was a lot like a real life version of The Sims, where everything was so small. I still drove through the city or walked, just to take in the sights. But that's not all I'll get to because I had my first tag match to get ready for. I was excited and afraid. But mostly excited.

Or maybe more afraid.]

"So you’re on your deathbed surrounded by family and friends. You’re old and you’ve lived a wonderful life. Your grandson hands you a smartphone and asks you to Tweet a final time. What do you tweet?"

Mercedes is eating from a bento box using a pair of chop sticks. There was something whimsical, challenging and visionary about mastering this technique, not that Mercedes was accomplishing this task very well. She would be just as comfortable eating with her fingers than cutlery if she could get away with it, but there was always that “when in Rome” golden rule in the back of her mind. At least now she has options.

.::MERCEDES::..
Tell Oprah I love kittens. No, wait. Can you hear me now? Good. No, that's not it. How about...This is a lot harder than I thought."

If I knew then what I know now, I would know a lot more sooner.]

.::MERCEDES::..
When are we going?

.::CARMEN::..
We've been over this? We're spending Easter with family.

.::MERCEDES::..
I don't know why we do this every year Carmen, it's annoying. Plus, I'm thousands of miles away. Looks like you're on your own. I almost feel bad for you. Almost.

.::CARMEN::..
Oh, get a grip, Mercy! It's really not as bad as you think. I thought it would be nice to surprise them this year.

.::MERCEDES::..
You could have gone by yourself. You didn't have to drag me along.

.::CARMEN::..
You seem surprised, I don't see why.

.::MERCEDES::..
Not really surprised. More like amused.

.::CARMEN::..
Are we in the end times?

.::MERCEDES::..
If I decided to go, can I be in charge of the Easter party?

.::CARMEN::..
No.

Why not?

.::CARMEN::..
I don't think anyone forgot how the Easter egg hunt went. Your idea of a fun Easter weekend? Advertising an Easter egg hunt and then not hide any. Watch people go nuts trying to find what's not there.

.::MERCEDES::..
Never going to live that down, am I?

.::CARMEN::..
Nope.

 

L A S V E G A S • N E V A D A

REC•]

[The scene opens up on a close up shot of the nameplate on the World Nightmare Championship draped over a chair. The silver design glistened in the light on the center plate and the nameplate that read MERCEDES VARGAS. Slowly, the camera pulls back to reveal said champion in the living room of her Los Angeles residence though she is not in the best of moods. She’s contemplative, a little somber and reflective in light of recent events as the Hall of Famer sits in a wicker chair and begins filing, sharpening, her nails with one fluid motion from side to center with a cerulean nail file.

Mercedes divides her attention between her filing and the camera.

"This show cycle has been a living hell. This week has been a living hell. Where do I start? Where do I begin? When will it end?

I'll tell you how it could have ended. You wouldn't be seeing me talking into a camera right now. No, see, after last Climax Control, you would be seeing me behind bars because I came thiiiiis close

Mercedes raises her thumb and forefinger in the "this close" gesture.

"to committing attempted murder."

i]Mercedes pauses.[/i]

"I still might, you know."

Mercedes goes back to filing.

"Look, I didn't expect to be put in a street fight, I usually get the week off following my match, and at first I wasn't too thrilled about it but as this match was announced, I started to come around. I tried really hard to keep my composure and even now, it's not getting any easier. Jessie Salco don't know how good she's got it. As pissed off as I am over what Bella did to me last week, Jessie seemingly thinks that she's going to pull off an upset against me. She very well could, but there's also the chance she falls at my feet. Again."   

Mercedes has a bemused "you can't be serious" look on her face. There are rivalries and there are one-sided rivalries. The rivalry between Mercedes and Jessie fit the second category as more often than not, she's gotten the better of SCW's resident Metalhead. Would this weekend be any different?

"But that's not what this is about now, is it? This is because I was one of the three woman who failed to send in a video submission for a match but at least spoke up about it because had it been Sam or Violet they would go back in their shell or get eaten alive.

"Pero a diferencia de ellos, no me voy a andar por las ramas."
"But unlike them, I'm not gonna mince words."

"Oh, I didn't send in a video submission? I've got two words for you, big deal. Shouldn't be surprised about you making the same taking points against me like everyone else because what else are you going to do, right? I’m giving you an E for Effort and a T for Nice Try.

"Mercedes, you didn't send in your video submission. Bad Mercy, bad!"

Mercedes swats the back of her hand with the filer the way a nun would correct a Catholic student for misbehavior.

"You mad, Jessie, hmm? Which is fine, I don't care. Were you and Andrea waiting to see if I was going to be submitting a video promotion this weekend? So, is this serious? Is this, is this a real thing? Are you going to name and shame any of the Superstars who don't promote matches this time on media sociale? Inquiring minds want to know."

Mercedes raises her hands in resignation as she stands to her feet.

"You know what, you and Andrea and whoever else can stay mad. It's not going to affect me, my career, or my legacy. I hope that all of this is going to mean something and not Andrea having to wait another few weeks before she gets another match or that you, Jessie, will have to wait a couple of months before you get another title match. Then again, you may not even see another match. You think what I did to Bella a few weeks back was bad? That was nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you this Sunday."

Mercedes stops momentarily as she takes up her championship and places it over her shoulder.

"Hope for the best, prepare for the worse and may the odds be ever in your favor."

***Fade***

Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 14 al 21 de febrero de 2021

In less than forty-eight hours, four teams will be after the same thing in the first round of the Blast From the Past Tournament in what will be a very tough field, it always is every year. For the other teams who already made to round one, they earned their stripes. Now it's up to me and Agostino to be one other other four teams to make it to round two. But that won't be a problem for the other teams because they're trying to do the same thing, because they want to be one step closer to booking their trip to the main event of Blaze of Glory. The teams were chosen, the matches were made. Now it's time to get this show on the road.

The lethal lottery can be a cruel mistress sometimes, and you just have to look at thrvpsutingd this year to see why. Some may hide their dismay for a partner they didn't want or a matchup against a team that is favored to win the tournament by outright. Not that I'm complaining because this year I'm teaming up with a champion as my partner. Personally, any of the Superstars would want someone as accomplished as I am as their partner, and Agostino Romano won the lottery. Even more, we face Coby Quik and Candy in the first round so it shouldn't be this hard.

Or should it?

Because conventional wisdom says that I've been in quite a rut lately. Conventional wisdom says that it's been four years since my last appearance in the Blast From the Tournament. Conventional wisdom says that my team could be one of the teams eliminated early. Conventional wisdom to says that Candy has had my number lately. Conventional wisdom also says Coby is a shoo-in to at least get far in the tournament pro that any team not named Despayre and Amber Ryan is a lock to win the tournament.

But just because millions of people believe a fooling thing, doesn't make it any less foolish.

This match goes beyond win-loss-draw-records and title wins, none of that matters in the Blast From the Past Tournament because I have held championships before he ahead of the tournament and it didn't get me anywhere. So what makes my first round match any different than any of the others this Sunday? It's a matter of if, not when, they will end up on my checklist.

Maybe it's me but the fact that Keira and Roxi facing each other and that I got Candy as my opponent is making me think more and more that this tournament isn't as random as people seem to think it is. Maybe I'm crazy, but what are the odds?

The last time Candy and I were in the same ring, she went on to beat me in her signature match and I walked out of High Stakes with nothing to show for it - and a whole lot of glitter in my hair.

She may not be the brightest penny in the piggy bank, but Candy's had her fair amount of upsets. Anyone dumb enough to underestimate her are smart enough to know not to make that same mistake. Perception is reality and all that. Now, granted, Candy hasn't exactly been in the win column, but don't tell her that, she's just here to have fun. Me, I just want to throw the gasoline onto that fire and watch her burn at the stake. Well, the last few weeks, she's been keeping your head above water. But how much longer is she going to gasp for air before she go under? Right now, she's in deep water. Sunday can mean any number of things, a consolation prize, a welcoming match, a step-up in competition. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and in my eyes this isn't a BFTP match, this is an exhibition match. Because Candy, isn't going to step into the ring with just anybody. She's not going to step into the ring with one of her wrestling school trainees, she's not going to step into the ring with someone who just graduated from wrestling school just yesterday, she's going to step into the ring with one of the most accomplished Bombshell on this roster or any other roster. She's standing across the ring and looking into the eyes of a proven veteran, someone who is more than capable of taking you to school and showing her what wrestling is all about. But when I look into her eyes? I don't see a worthy challenger. No, I see someone who's heart isn't in it anymore. Her losing streak has taken a heavy toll on her and it's clearly obvious that she's going to fold het tent, again, this Sunday. I'm not buying the pep talk, Candy. You don't care anymore. You're done.

That won't be me. I've got everything to gain and even more to lose in a match that has everything riding on a win. And I don't give a damn who I have to beat in that match or the reward. You can outpower me, you can outwrestle me, but you can't outsmart me and when it comes down to beating you in this match and taking away your opportunity to compete further in the tournament then I guess that's just what I'm going to do.

Make no mistake Candy, I'm walking into this BFTP the same way I'm walking out, and that's with my head held high and living to fight another night. Everything I've fought for in over is on the line, only one can leave with an opportunity of a lifetime.

One night. One match. One decision. That’s all it takes for me to turn my career around and that’s one of the many reasons why I will not be denied.

The matchup could possibly steal the show at Climax Control. Sunday will be filled with fireworks and this match will be one of them. Victory won't be easy, but it will be worth it.
.
And if I fail?

Then I guess I'll be going out in a blaze of glory.

 

L O S A N G E L E S • C A L I F O R N I A

Un Sueño - Faded Glory

Still fresh to the beat, Mercedes Vargss sits quietly with her coffee listening to the early morning bustle of the police station. The automatic doors slid open with a hiss as officers in tatical gear arrive and leave, not even going as far as saying greetings as they passed. Mercedes could use the distraction as the officer sitting across from her was boring her to tears.

OFFICER: So I was watching this old-school cop show from the late 20th century. It was called "21 Jump Street." It had a total of five seasons and I'm about halfway through.

MERCEDES: Um,, officer while I love sitting back and taking about TV shows, I'm here about my problem?

The officer blinks, then slowly comes to the realization as she looks down at the manilla folder.

OFFICER: Right, of course. Anyway, the acting and action was a little over the top, but I enjoyed it. There was gangs and robberies. And I always sang along to the theme.

The officer starts singing said theme. She could barely carry a tune. Mercedes covers her face.

MERCEDES: I filed a police report for months, now you're looking into it?

OFFICER: Ma'am, you realize these these things take time and -

MERCEDES: Someone broke into my house, ransacked the place, and you're telling me these things take time. My God, what do I pay you people for? Is my tax dollars going to waste cause I'm sure there's a Planned Parenthood out there that could really need the funds."

Fast forward to Mercedes' where she is recounting her story to Irma who divides her attention between the TV and a canvas set on an ease, a firm paintbrush in one hand. She's watching the Joy of Painting.

Irma: Did you ever file the police report?

Mercedes: I did, somewhere between Taxi and Elsewhere, but it wasn't easy. I have a healthy active lifestyle, so I don't get to watch a lot of TV?

Mercedes: Ever wonder how all colors come from just three basic colors?

Irma: Hm-mmm.

Mercedes: There's so many different colors, and what even is color anyway?

Irma: It's the absence of color that its reflecting. Don't question it, that's just the way it is.

Mercedes: I knew that, but doesn't make it any more crazy?
.[/i]

Mercedes: So what do you think?

Irma: About your autobiography? There's some good ones, but I think we got to find the best ones. Ricardo says he's still working on the first draft. We're going to need a lot of work on this one.

Mercedes: I didn't know writing an autobiography was going to be this hard. How come Bob Ross never had an autobiography?

Irma: Now that I think about it, I'm wondering the same thing.


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It's Not Whether You Win or Lose: Gatekeeper the 27th: Mentiras, Malditas Mentiras (Lies, Damned Lies..., Part XIII)

[REC•]

It's later in the day in Los Angeles, where Mercedes is staying over her cousin's house. Our scene fades in on a guest room as the camera settles on Mercedes sitting by the windowsill and looking at the camera.

"Did you get to finish your New Year's resolutions yet? I still haven't got around to mine, sadly It's just as well. I've already failed. See, because I was planning to change my life around by eating healthy this year. Unfortunately, SCW doesn't seem to think so considering who I have to face this Sunday – Candy.

"You know things are bad when you opponent is named after confection food. It can't be any worse than virtue names, right?"

Mercedes pauses as she sweeps back her hair from her face.

"In a moment, everything can change, and in a moment, one person can change everything. In one week, four teams battle for the right to advance in the Blast From the Past Tournament. For some, it will be about survival; For others, their fates have already been sealed."

Was this arrogance on the part of Mercedes? Hardly. But it was understandable that few would mistake that for confidence. Nonetheless, it never stopped her before, and it damn sure wasn't going to happen at Climax Control.

“You've had your fun, Candy and although I lost every one of our matches, here I am. Still here, still standing and, yes, still talking. The talking is easiest, backing it up, not so much."

Mercedes goes quiet for a moment as she lowers her head. She lets out a sigh before raising her head again.

"Close doesn't win matches in Sin City Wrestling. I would have twice as many victories if it did. Alicia said what she was going to do and did what she was supposed to do. That's all that mattered. Maybe I can't change what happened at Inception against Alicia, maybe I can't change what happened in our match..."

Mercedes holds an index finger in a wait-a-minute gesture.

"Well, maybe there is one thing. Try and make it right. It's the least I can do because while familiarity breeds contempt, that's the least emotion I'm feeling this weekend."

Mercedes shakes her head while mouthing the word “no.”

"More like redemption. That's why this match is one where I'll be showing up. That I get to visit an arena I've already been to four times is a moot point. At Climax Control, I'm reigniting that fire and focusing all my energy this tournament because it's about time I get back to the potential I know I have. 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 to take down whoever is in front of me, and I'm not too picky. Any Bombshell left in the tournament, I know that I'm still a threat. Sunday won't be a lesson, it will be a reminder. At Climax Control, I hope you're prepared Candy because I'm already prepared."

Looking deadset into the camera lens, her voice drops to a whisper though her words hold conviction behind them. She pauses, mostly for dramatic effect.

"It doesn't matter what any of the other teams have to say, because in the end, there is only (holds up her index finger) one team walking out as the number one contenders at Blaze of Glory...and it's gonna be me and Agostino.

"Long before you knew, and long after you'll remember."

The scene fades on Mercedes flashing a smile and waving back at the camera before we fade to black.

***Fade***

"Reunited and it feels so good."

Mercedes laughs as she signs an autograph book for a female fan while at the same time trying to engage in conversation.

Mercedes: You enjoyed the show?

Female Fan: Yeah, it was pretty good. You and Keira never missed a beat out there.

Male Fan: Mercedes, who did you vote for in the election?

Mercedes: I voted for…the candidate who would do the least harm to the country. It’s not like it can’t get any worse, right?

One or two people ask for their picture to be taken. A man stands next to Mercedes, holding up a camera phone and poses before the snapshot is taken. He trades spaces with three female fans, each wearing SCW t-shirts, as another shot is taken. With another stroke of a pen, her last autograph request is fulfilled and she is finally relieved. She parts through the crowd, pulling her tote bag behind her. She turns back and waves.

Mercedes: See you next year, we love ya!

As she heads for the arena parking lot. Mercedes jumps in the air while clicking her heels together, but lands awkwardly. She gets up and continues on as onlookers helplessly stare.



Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 3 al 10 de enero de 2021

My crystal ball isn't right all the time, but I have a good feeling there's going to be a new World Bombshell Champion in 2021. Call it a hunch, call it a premonition. The Era of Keira Fisher-Johnson is over, and not a moment too soon. Her reign is done. I guarantee it.

But just because I'm expecting a new champion to walk out in the new year doesn't mean the choices will revive the division. As of right now, Keira and whoever will be number one contender could be just about anybody. It could be Alicia looking to be a three-time champion, could be Andrea who's has had Keira's number in every one-on-one match they've been in. For all I know, Roxi might get another shot after everything that went down in her title match simply because she's Roxi, the embodiment of everything that is right and fair and true.

That we're suffering through a first reign of Keira is one thing but another Christina Rose title reign is like giving an assassin another bullet for their gun because they missed you the first time. If you survived the first four reigns of Christina Rose, sorry, but you're still aren't getting a lousy t-shirt. A fifth reign would be worse. And another Roxi reign or another Alicia reign isn't much better. That's a dumpster fire right there.

Whoever wins, we ALL lose.

Like I said before my match with Keira, that wasn't a real celebration when she beat Alicia for the Bombshell Title at High Stakes. All this talk about believing in yourself and never giving up and overcoming obstacles? All Keira really proved at High Stakes is that anybody can be World Bombshell Champion.

In a lot of ways, Keira should be kissing the ground Andrea walks on for saving her title reign - not that she really cared about her or her wife - because it would have ended either with Roxi laying down so she could pin her shoulders to the mat for the three-count or she would have gotten herself disqualified.

I always wondered how Keira became so popular. Not that she's World Bombshell Champion. Not that she retained by the skin of her teeth in her first defense. She got the attention of all those fickle fans who will sing your praises today and despise you tomorrow. If anyone think they're supposed to be intimidated by her, she's going to be sadly mistaken. Dreams may come true, but dreams can also shatter. Which is the reality she'll be waking up to when she's beaten and be the good little transitional champion she is, was, and always will be.

So I've been noted as being bitter, disgruntled and outspoken. Awesome. Look, I'm not in a position where I feel like I need to be pushed around and take whatever is given to me. If I don't like something I'm going to say something, and I don't give a damn who likes it. I don't care about the money, so they can fine me and take away bonuses all they want, but that isn't going to shut me up. Personally, the favorite to beat Keira in a future title match should be me, but I'm going to step aside and not be selfish for a moment.

SCW has a roster that's capable of leading the company into the future and many new faces will eventually find their way to the company, but it's going to take more than a mean streak to survive in the Bombshell Division. Year after year, SCW signs all these new talent and only a few has managed to stick around. Krystal and mystery girl from GRIME hiding behind a mask both mean well, but this is not Sin City Underground where they had it so good, this is Sin City Wrestling where the big kids play.

Alice, on the other hand, is nothing more than an underachiever, which is kind of shocking when you think she's been in SCW, on-and-off. But I need something explained to me: why is it that people like Alice get to come and go from SCW whenever she pleases? What makes her so special, huh? It’s no secret that she won’t have much to offer in this match. It's painfully obvious that she won’t even take this match seriously because honestly, by the same token, even after four years of holding a roster spot, she's still nothing but another fringe player on the Bombshells roster. How she Christian Underwood got her another contract is a miracle in and of itself.

Now, Johanna Krieger had a very strong first year, maybe the best in recent memory, I'm not going to deny that. Three championships in a single year, fastest two-time Bombshell Roulette Champion in history, one-half of the most defending Mixed Tag Team Champions in history. Like I said, a very strong year, but can she repeat that success, only time will tell. In the meantime, Johanna has her match with Mikah this weekend, and I wouldn't miss that for the world.

As far as Sunday, if Johanna had to pick who she wanted to defend her title against, I think she'd want to be find someone who would really push her. There is nothing as more unpredictable than a Roulette Rules match. You have all these unseen elements; you have to expect the unexpected. I've been in more Roulette Rules matches than anyone; Royal Purple and Krystal Wolfe has never had such a match until now while Alice has only been in one, and that was her SCW debut four years ago. Pretty sure this gives me an advantage, no?

Now, Royal Purple beat an accomplished performer in Candy. She did something I have yet to do, and it was on her first try, too. She beat a former Bombshell Roulette Champion who held that title for over five months in only her second match and when you're able to pull off something like that, it definitively means you're going places, and to be honest, I'm looking forward to being in the ring with Royal Purple. She probably won't feel the same about me, but I'll manage.

Maybe because Krystal has been trained by two of the best in the SCW that she thinks she can run figure-eights around the other girls on this roster, and you know, I wouldn't doubt it for a second. Don't get me wrong, she has a bright future, her SCU career notwithstanding, but Krystal is going to be in for a rude awakening the same way she got in her last match against her fellow OG alum, Tempest.

I may not be the most popular or being Mark Ward's favorite Bombshell or being voted number one on some stupid list, but I'm renowned for being the Champion of Champions, and now is my time to actually win some gold. If there is anyone who is bona fide, certified, and qualified to put a stop to Johanna's title reign at Inception - that is, if she's even champion by then - SCW management found the right one. If there is any Bombshell Johanna thinks she can intimidate, she found the wrong one, and if there is any Latina who is going to be the new champion in 2021, they got the best one.

I've accomplished so much in SCW already as a multi-champion, Grand Slam Champion, Hall of Famer - and the list goes on and on if you want to go to Wikipedia yourself - that it’s easy forget that it's been eight years since I debuted.

Next Sunday isn't an audition, it's a reminder. You don't have to be impressed with my accomplishments; I can sleep at night with my eyes closed and I don't have to wake up every day to impress none of you. You may not like that I am one of the top stars in the Bombshells Division, but you better learn to love it because I am a dynasty. This isn't a race, it's a marathon, and I don't think any of you can keep up.

The gloves are off, the war paint is on, and the checklist is always at hand. Hope springs eternal and it will only be a matter of time, a matter of when, not if, and a matter of who I'll have to go through to get another opportunity at championship gold. Like it or not, believe it or not, I'm walking out of the first Climax Control of 2021 with my hand raised and being one step closer to making history one more time.

So then the question isn't who's going to let me...

it's who's going to stop me?



L O S A N G E L E S • C A L I F O R N I A

Despite all of the unpredictable and, at times, improbable things that happened during the 2020 calendar year-- no wrestlers from Sin City Wrestling, Sin City Underground or GRIME lost to COVID-19, Teddy Warren-Steele's sudden crossdressing phase and nabbing an SCW Year-End Award, Violet Amelia Holt, Jessie Salco, and Keira Fisher-Johnson winning titles, to name a couple -- Mercedes Vargas finishing the year with only four wins and winning zero championships feels uniquely odd in a career conditioned by seven years of domination.

What have Mercedes learned in 2020? It was a good question. They say that in life, nothing ever stays the same, though she wondered if she could say the same for herself. Have she really changed at all last year? Did she manage to reach check off all the boxes over the past twelve months? Another good question.

She heard a fly buzz when she died...

A wreath of white flowers, roses and daises surrounds a closed white casket.

But she was pretty sure it was crying. Pretty sure...

Minister: We are gathered here today to mourn the sudden passing of a dear friend to all of us…

As the grief-stricken stand shoulder to shoulder at the burial grounds, we noticed that Mercedes Vargas is amongst them, dressed in a jacket, blouse and slacks. Ricardo, in a navy blue blazer and slacks, is with her.

Ricardo: She was so young. Of all people, why her? Why did she had to die?

Mercedes:: It.

Ricardo: What?

Mercedes: Why did it had to die.

Ricardo: I know you two weren't very close, but you will NOT refer to her as a thing!

A fellow griever from behind offers him a comforting pat on the shoulder.

Fellow Griever: It's alright, son, it's alright. He may be gone, but he won't be forgotten.

There was a poster of a salt-and-pepper Tervurens dog, named Friday. Mercedes never did interact with the K-9 that served in the Santa Monica police force but she did read stories of the dog in the local paper or heard from her cousin Carmen who works for the LAPD. The way people tell it, Friday was treated like a decorated war hero from the stories they retold. Nonetheless, Mercedes may not have been all there physically, in spirit, or mentally at the funeral. Maybe all three.

Mercedes: Sorry, I'm just taking it hard. I once was a little late for the funeral of the creature that named after me. My brother's parrot.

Fellow Griever: Yeah, and what did he die from?

Mercedes: I don't want to say, too embarrassing.

Fellow Griever: Can't be that bad.

Mercedes: Talking too much.

Come for the grieving, stay for the refreshments.


L O S A N G E L E S • C A L I F O R N I A

It's Not Whether You Win or Lose: Gatekeeper the 25th: Mentiras, Malditas Mentiras (Lies, Damned Lies..., Part X)

[REC•]

"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."

We fade in on Mercedes Vargas sitting in a director’s chair in front of the camera in front of a magenta backdrop. She is wearing a baby blue short dress that shows off her long and slender legs, one crossed over the other, and sandles.

"They say it's lonely at the top, and that couldn't be further from the truth. I was not the first to walk this trail, climb this mountain, or witness these views. Someday, one day, when I finally decide to hang up my wrestling boots and look back at my SCW career, I will realize that many will come after me. I'm just hopeful to leave my mark and, just as I'm thankful of those who came before, the future will be thankful for my accomplishments in time.

"If you want to talk about dedication, if you want to find one of the pillars of the women’s division, you don’t have to go very far. I’ve been on practically every show. Whether on Climax Control or at pay-per-view; whether I was featured in the opening match, the mid-card or main event, there was a good chance my name was on the card and a very good chance you would see me in the ring.

I'm too important in this company to ever be considered a stepping stone. I’ve reached milestones, shattered records, and dominated opponents since I joined the roster. With or without a title, I've proven without a doubt that I'm the most accomplished talent in the women's division and there is not a person alive on this roster that can say that I don’t have what it takes to become champion.

"Excuse me if I sound a little jaded. 2020 didn't go my way. What happened last year just added fuel to the fire and I'm coming back this year with a vengeance. Anyone who know me know I'm not one who needs extra motivation for any type of competition, let alone the first match of the new year. Requesting the 12-time champion is bold, but bold is not always wise."

Mercedes now speaks in Spanish, with her translation being highlighted.

"Ya sabes, meterse con el toro, coger los cuernos."
"You know, mess with the bull, get the horns."

She tosses her long, brown hair that is styled in ringlets which falls at the side of her face as she continues.

"I certainly wouldn’t want this to be all about me, but let’s face it, that’s what you’re going to get. Since we both know the results of who’s going to win, I guess we really don’t have much to talk about.

Or do we?

"Fortunately, I’m actually in a very good mood this week, and having you all as my opponents, even better. Don’t get the wrong idea, I‘m not out to hurt any of you. The least that could happen is you'll probably break a nail...

Probably.

"I’m just going to treat you all like any other opponent and be on my merry way. That’s all. No more, no less."

Mercedes slightly looks down shaking her head in disappointment before returning her gaze to the camera.

"We'll find out a lot of things come Sunday. Alice Knight loves to brawl and Royal Purple and Krystal Wolfe are like a cat in the ring, so agile and so impressive. Royal Purple especially thinks her agility will help her win Sunday, but she should also know that speed kills. At some point, she's going to tire herself out and that's when she's going to make a mistake. Against veterans like myself, we take advantage of those and make them pay. I like to think I have an excellent mat game and I am quick on my feet too, maybe not as I used to be, and I'm not afraid to take risks either. Now, they may be younger and think they're faster. I may be a little bit older, but I'm definitely smarter and wiser. Because for the first time ever, they're not in a match where they are the favorite. In other words, when Alice, Royal Purple, and Krystal step in the ring with this porteña, with this Latina, they're going to be in for a long night ahead.

"Oh, the mistakes of youth. Old enough to know better, young enough not to care. But that's not what this week is about, is it, chickadees? A roulette wheel decides what fun we're going to be having, and trust me, this is going to be as much fun for me as it will be for any of you."

She pauses for effect, lowering her voice just above a whisper.

"Estar preparado para lo peor, esperar lo mejor."
"Prepare for the worst, hope for the best."

"Y que la suerte está siempre en su favor.”
"And may the odds be ever in your favor."

Mercedes winks and blows a kiss at the camera, before returning to the coy, almost snobbish expression. She smiles again, and then waves and we fade to black.

***Fade***

L O S A N G E L E S, C A L I F O R N I A

T'was the night before Halloween, the spookiest night of the year. Four souls stumble blindy, under a moonlight clear. After what seemed like hours, it was a sad sight, four souls were sitting  in a pumpkin patch in the middle of the night.

Mercedes: 'Join us!', they said. 'It will be fun!', they said. I'd rather be trick-or-treating.

Irma: We've been here for hours. I'm beginning to think this wasn't such a great idea. Of all the nights, did you had to pick this one?

Hugo: They say if you're very quiet The Great Pumpkin rises out of the pumpkin patch and flies through the air. Relax, he'll come, I just know it.

Tomas: What he said.

Mercedes: We're doing this again? You're wasting your time. The Great Pumpkin isn't real.

While their ambition was noted, it proved to be no match, as they continued their search in a pumpkin patch. Their only sane reason, the reason they cared in hopes that The Great Pumpkin soon would be there.

Hugo: I'm telling you, when the Great Pumpkin rises out of the pumpkin patch, we'll be here to see him. We'll just sit here in this pumpkin patch and you'll see the Great Pumpkin with your own eyes.

As they waited, Irma tells him something.

Irma: We didn't see him last year, or the year before that. What makes it different?

Hugo: Because this is the most sincere pumpkin patch and he respects sincerity.

Mercedes: You sure you didn't read this review of Yelp?

They hear some rustling, which surprises them.

Irma: What was that?

Mercedes: I don't know.

Hugo: It's him! I HEAR THE GREAT PUMPKIN!

The rustling noise gets louder and louder, until a silhouette appears, which Hugo thinks is the Great Pumpkin

Hugo: There he is. There he is! It's the Great Pumpkin! He's rising up out of the pumpkin patch!

Hugo suddenly faints, but the dark silhouette just turns out to be Ricardo rising out of the pumpkin patch

After awhile, Hugo wakes up to everyone staring at him.

Hugo: What happened?

Mercedes starts to get mad at Hugo for what happened.

Hugo: Did I faint? What did he leave us? Did he leave us any toys?

Mercedes waves her fists in anger, and starts shouting

Mercedes: How could I have been so stupid!

Hugo gets up and Mercedes continues shouting over what happened.

Mercedes: I wasted the whole night waiting for the Great Pumpkin, when I could've been out for tricks or treats! You kept me up all night waiting for the Great Pumpkin, and all that came was a Ricardo.

Mercedes grabs Hugo by his shirt and shakes him angrily.

Mercedes: YOU OWE ME RESTITUTION!

Mercedes then walks angrily away from Hugo, as he gets shocked over what happened, and then he talks to Ricardo and Thomas.

Hugo: Like a woman scorned, huh?

Tomas: What he said.

Ricardo: This night can't get any better.


L O S A N G E L E S • C A L I F O R N I A

It's Not Whether You Win or Lose: Gatekeeper the 21st: Mentiras, Malditas Mentiras (Lies, Damned Lies..., Part VI)

[REC•]

The camera warms up on Mercedes sitting cross-legged on a beanbag chair, slightly pensive to the events of the past few weeks, and for the weeks to come.

"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.

"Usually, I like to start my promos off slow. I introduce myself to my opponent. Sometimes I offer a little interesting fact about them or a little history lesson that can be hit or miss. Could be a witty quote I overheard one day.

"But I don't think I'll need to do that with who I'm up against this week thanks to Candy. Bless her heart. We don't deserve her. No, see, with Roxi Johnson, there's a lot of history between us. We both debuted in Sin City Wrestling in the same year. We've won the world championship multiple times. We're both Hall of Famers, although in my case, this company seems to forget that part. Yeah, it grinds my gears a little, but if you're going to heap praise on my opponent, the very least you can afford to do is offer the same thing to me.

"Anyway, so me and Roxi. We've known each other for the better part of a decade, that's a long time. And even then, you can sense - literally, figuratively, emotionally - that there's a lot of tension. Not the sexual tension she and Amber seem to have when they're around each other. No, this tension is raw, unfiltered, unadulterated. We just plain don't like each other and if given the chance we'd probably avoid having to pass each other in the hallway altogether. Hi-and-bye won't cut it. Sometimes during shows depending on the venue, the Bombshells are cramped in one room designated as a dressing room. Putting us in the same room alone would likely see a double homicide CSI investigation.

"I guess where I'm going with this is a match like this has been a long time coming. No, I get that Roxi and I have crossed paths before, but in all that time, the seven, eight years we've been with this company, we have never gone one-on-one before.

Until now.

"A match like this, between two Hall of Famers who have combined to win 19 overall championships, five world championships, 11 year-end awards nominations, eight year-end award wins, and are one and two in most career wins in the company should be main-event worthy. Instead it's placed early in the show while someone not even contracted to the company gets to headline against someone who's going to embarrass and humiliate her just like she did to her mother. Tell me how does this make sense? In any event, I was snubbed.

"Seems to be a common theme with me lately. I'm one of the most winningest women in the company, but some only see what I've done lately. I mean, I get that this is a results-oriented business and all, I get that. If the typical fan  - as fickle as they are sometimes - just started watching SCW, they might see me as a jobber, which completely flies in the face of all the hard work I've done in my career.

If anything, I'm not a jobber, far from it. I'm a fucking legend goddammit and I should be treated as such.

"In a women's locker room that often sees competitors come and go within a couple years, if that, I've been the most stable presence. After all, 80 percent of success is showing up. Or, the best ability is availability. Same difference. How many people can say they've wrestled more than 100 matches and perform regularly on TV?  Answer: You can count them on one hand. I've been such a constant presence for the past seven, eight years now that it's almost easy to forget about my successes. I'm practically the Roger Dangerfield of the women's division, maybe even the entire company.

"I'm going to come out and say it. I'm not happy. I'm not happy about what happened in my last match. I'm not happy about this losing streak I'm on. I'm not happy how this year has gone. Maybe this is too on the nose, maybe there's some frustration in there, but it's the truth."

Nothing else needed to be said. The look on her face told the story. She divides her attention between the ground and the camera.

"Kudos to Kiera, she went out there and proved the critics wrong. Am I surprised that she won? I am. I'm not going to lie. Sometimes it's better to be lucky than good, and I'm sure Keira won't let me hear the end of it at the next show. Mark my words. But let's get this where it should be. I'm facing her better half and I already know I'm getting a focused Roxi this weekend and I wouldn't have it any other way. A focused Roxi is a dangerous Roxi.

"Well, I, too, like to live dangerously. Here I get a rare chance to cut loose without so much as worrying about the outcome."

Mercedes pauses, smirks a while. She knows where she was going with this.

"Roxi and I are headed on a collision course and I didn't even need to ask for this match. Thanks to Candy, I get Roxi all to myself, an opportunity I was robbed of some seven years in a promotion that you don't really need to know the name of, but these are the matches you circle the calendar for.

"No title on the line here, no off chance that SCW is going under just days before an event. Murphy's Law isn't going to mess this up for me because this is a match years in the making. With all that's been going on, you're probably thinking that I don't even care about my match, that my mind is elsewhere, that I'm distracted, but dot, dot, dot...you're wrong."

Mercedes produced a clipboard and turns it towards the camera where a check box next to, yup, you guessed it, Roxi's name is written in red marker. As her cellphone goes off, Mercedes' holds up her index finger in a wait a minute gesture, bringing the phone to her ear.

"Hello? Yes. Who is this? How did you get this number!? I told you I DON'T WANT ANYTHING FROM YOU! STOP STALKING ME!"

Closing her phone, Mercedes turns back to the camera, a pleasant smile on her face.

"Sorry, credit card companies. Can't live with them, can't live without them. Where was I? Oh, right. I've been counting them down, Roxi. The hours. The minutes. The seconds until the day we meet at Climax Control. You know you have your sights set on Amber at High Stakes, but before you get your hands on Red, you have to get through me first. Simple, right?"

Mercedes pauses, shaking her index finger at the camera.

"Not so simple, but you know what they say: what kills you make you stronger. And I like to play to my strengths. No hero puns this time, I'm not in the mood."

Mercedes offers an nonchalant shrug while mouthing the word "sorry" before continuing. The offer was non-negotiable.

"For me, where I am on the show has never mattered too much. I go out there and I give it everything I got every time I'm booked and week will be no different."

Mercedes swipes a hand over face. The once proud smile she had has transformed into a serious expression.

"The holiday season is just around the corner, but people like me know better because things really get going by the time Halloween rolls around. So now the pumpkins and the treasure trove of candy is already bought, the Thanksgiving turkeys are already in stock. And we can't about Christmas. Well, this match is Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas rolled up into the one.

"And it couldn't have happened to a nicer person."

For a moment the smile returns to her face while running her fingers through her hair.

"Hope for the best, prepare for the worse and may the odds be ever in your favor."

***Fade***