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In 48 hours, it's Violent Conduct and yours truly, Mercedes Vargas, will grace this supercard once again. Is that a scowl on your face or are all of you just glad to see me? I know you're all glad to see me. I know you're all looking forward to me being there.
I hope you can say the same Pandora because ready or not, here I come. You can't run or hide. I'm going to find you and when I do, when I get my hands on you, it's over for you, mamita.
I think it's time we have a talk, a “come to Jesus moment”, an intervention, whatever you want to call it. Some things are better left unsaid, but you can bet I'm going to say it anyway. Maybe you're unawares. Unaware that you never pose a threat to me. It's going to take a lot more than a mean streak and some fetish with Gen-X 90s counter culture to stop this momentum.
You don't understand. YOU ALL UNDERSTAND! I mean don't understand! WAAAAAHHHH!!!!
Ah, shut up, you big baby!
I am everything that you're not, everything you claim to be, and everything you wish you could be.
I’ve been called many things in my career, some not so pleasant. But one thing I am not is a shrinking violet. Alicia knows. It’s why she gets angry all the time whenever my name is at the tip of her tongue. Christina knows. If every opponents she's ever faced, I'm the only one who lives rent free in her head. It didn’t matter if I underestimated her, she underestimated me and thought I was going to roll over, but I was more than happy to change her mind.
As far as Pandora goes. Talk about right place, right time You're under the bright lights and performing on wrestling's biggest stage. Things couldn't be more perfect. This leads me now to some good news and some bad news. Are you ready?
The good news is this is your first pay-per-view match in your return to Sin City Wrestling. The bad news is this is your first pay-per-view match in your return to Sin City Wrestling…and you’re not going to walk out of our match with a victory. Believe it or not, Sunday night gives me a lot of confidence that I will be walking out with with my hand raised.
But don't be fooled, I know what you can do, Pandora. I've seen what you can do, but when it comes to me and you, you've haven't done enough to change my opinion. Could you beat me this weekend, sure. You have the desire, the drive, the determination, but it'll take more than that. You're going to need a little luck and a whole lot of talent to keep up with me. I don't see your A-game. Matter of fact, I don't see your B or C game either helping you in this one. What I do see is you failing to make the grade, because if your first stint in SCW is anything to go by, I'm afraid thing aren't going to be much better the second time around.
Doesn't mean I'm going to be intimidated by you, Pandora. I don't know if you get it, I don't know if my words are going through one ear and out the other. You don't intimidate me. Nothing about you intimidates me. I have faced bigger, badder, and better sweetheart, and they could practically wipe the floor with you without so much as staining their lip gloss. I don’t care what you do, say, think, or otherwise. You will never turn me away from this company. You can try, but you will fail. You can talk about me all you want until you're blue in the face, I will still be here on the roster. The day after Violent Conduct, the best part of waking up isn't Folgers, it's me still being a part of the Bombshells Division. Come Sunday, don't expect anything out of the ordinary, I will show up for our match.
At this point, I'm really running out of material when it comes to you. I'm out of options here. If you're already patting yourself on the back right now, I would stop what you're doing. Your fate is sealed, and I'm going to knock you out so hard, you're going to find yourself on a way-trip back to the UK. It's one thing that you're truly out of touch with reality, it's another that you think you have any kind of chance of beating me. That you even signed a contract with SCW is a miracle in and of itself.
You're just not up to my caliber. It's not an assumption, it's not a maybe. It's a fact. And you can't argue with facts, honey. The fact that you'll never beat me. Not in this life or the next to come. And you want to know why that is? Because I'm Mercedes Vargas. I'm the Gatekeeper. I claim nothing, I prove everything. I don't care if Christian Underwood put this match together, I don't care if you asked for this match. Because in the end, you will end up on my checklist.
So am I worried about my match with Pandora?
The better question is should I be.~~~
L O S A N G E L E S • C A L I F O R N I AIt's the weekend. You know what that means.You know, this whole COVID thing, you can practically get out of anything. Weddings, birthdays, funerals, anything. What to do. Where to turn. How to cope. It never fails.Oh for those halcyon days.Mercedes, Ricardo, and Irma begins walking along the pathway. They stop suddenly and turns in the direction of two kids playing a game of tag. They run past them and they look on until the kids are out of sight.Mercedes: How the script coming?
Ricardo: It's going great. And by great I mean I got nothing.
Irma: Writer's block again, huh?
Ricardo: I ended up tossing scenes that took me four hours to write, then rewriting entire scripts based on problems I should have spotted before I even started in the first place.
My wastebasket is overflowing and I can barely keep my eyes open.
Irma: Maybe you need a muse.
Ricardo: My imaginary friends won't even talk to me.
Mercedes: Hey, I know we were going to meet for drinks on Sunday night, but I have to cancel on you.
Irma: Oh, that sucks. What happened?
Mercedes: Apparently some idiot in my wine club was infected with COVID, so now we all have to to quarantine.
Ricardo: Wine club? I don't even know there was here.
Mercedes: You, that's a surprise. We get most of our recipes from that cookbook Martha Stewart wrote with Guy Fieri.
Irma: Seriously? I think I've actually read that. I love that book, just made the spinach empanadas last week.Every Christmas, my entire family gets together at my grandma's house and we all eat this huge meal with many courses. So naturally, the best thing to go with these many courses is many glasses of wine. Every Thanksgiving, my family always end up going through more wine bottles than soda, but it makes for the best laughs and memories.
Mercedes: All of my Thanksgivings this year are going to be socially distanced.
Ricardo: I feel bad for the poor chap who has to pass the gravy bowl.
Irma: Anyway, sad that we won't be able to hang out on Sunday night, Mercy. Maybe next week?
Mercedes checks her appointment calendar on her phone, that's it's free.Mercedes: Yup, next week sounds good.
Ricardo: You know, this whole COVID thing, you can practically get out of anything.
Mercedes: Did I mention that I'm wrestling that night?
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L O S A N G E L E S • C A L I F O R N I AIt's Not Whether You Win or Lose: Gatekeeper the Nineteenth: Mentiras, Malditas Mentiras (Lies, Damned Lies)..., Part IV: These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends: Dangerous by Design
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The camera warms up on Mercedes outside standing in front of the Paul Smith wall, the famous big pink wall where people post photos and selfies.As it did, we’re treated to black-and-white footage. Mercedes wears low-rise jeans paired with her “Mercedes” Sin City Wrestling authentic t-shirt. She’s hidden behind a pair of black Oakley's.
"Some things are better left unsaid, but you can bet I'm going to say it anyway. I can't help being who I am."
Mercedes takes a deep breath, brushes away a few strands of her hair from her eyes.
"During the week leading up to a supercard is where things get a little interesting. This is our last chance to get those last words in while we can, so everyone is going to take advantage of that.
Anyway, much has happened since we last saw you, Pandora. We rung in the New Year, celebrated the life and achievements of Martin Luther King on his birthday. Groundhog Day and the Super Bowl have come and gone, we sent our cards to that special someone on Valentine's Day, honored presidents past and present on President's Day, and got festive for Mardi Gras. We've prepared for the first day of Lent on Ash Wednesday, said hello to Daylight Savings Time, remembered the fate of the Jews on Purim, wore green on St. Patrick's Day, welcomed the first signs of Spring.
Played our best pranks on April's Fools, ushered in Palm Sunday and Passover, filed away our taxes on Tax Day, and then reflected on Good Friday and Easter Sunday. Honored our mothers on Mother's Day, remembered our fallen in uniform on Memorial Day, devoted a day to our dads on Father's Day, and just could not wait for those lazy hazy crazy days of Summer. Celebrated another birthday for America on Independence Day, honored working people on Labor Day, and watched the leaves turned brown as Fall swept in.
There's also that whole Covid thing, too. Don't want to get into that. Too depressing.
You missed quite a lot over the last 18 months, and it's sad to say that no one even noticed you were gone. But here you are again, three weeks since your return and looking for another run in SCW. So far, you beat Apple Coren. I mean, that's great and all, but then who hasn't beaten poor Apple, right? But, hey, a win is a win, that's a feather in your cap.
Now, things get a little interesting. You and me, me and you, one-on-one. There's nothing at stake save for pride a x perhaps the opportunity of saying you stepped in the ring with the most accomplished talent on this roster. Last time we met, it was about getting a golden briefcase in a multi-man ladder. This year, we're fighting for so much more. We'll at least you are. Because either you're one step closer to one day challenging for the top prize in the Bombshells Division and hopefully unseat whoever walks out of champion, or you will be left behind in the title hunt.
"Thing is, I'm just not sure that if you happen to beat me and then go on to lose if we'll ever see you again. Pandora.
Where, oh where, have you been for the last 18 months? Were you expecting and you wanted to keep it a surprise from everyone, is that it? No, wait. Were you injured? Maybe you decided to take a trip around the world in eighty days? (Well, in this case, you would probably need to do that more than twice, but you get the idea) Where were you when SCW's women's division was main eventing on television and pay-per-view almost weekly? Where were you, Pandora, when all these new girls were coming in at a clip at a time? The Blast From the Past Tournament could have used a few more people. Where were you, Pandy? Because I knew where I was. For over seven years, I've been busting my ass in this company week in and week out, night in and night out, competing in that ring. Since my in-ring debut, I've wrestled in over 150 matches. Hold your applause. You've wrestled all of five matches in 18 months. Five!
With you, Pandora, another run in SCW is a great way to waste a roster spot. I hear what you're saying, I love the sales pitch, but I'm not buying what you're selling. It's too bad this company doesn't see it the same way, but sooner or later, they're going to regret it.
"SCW has changed dramatically since I first joined and now at my age, I no longer have time on my side. I'm a veteran now and the oldest active competitor within the women’s division.
I've also 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.
"No one should doubt that I will be ready for Violent Conduct given my track record. No one should think that I don't stand a chance in singles contests. No one should worry that I'm going to break a hip or worse against you Pandora because I'm just as capable of ending your career as you are coming for mine.
"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.
"And right now, this isn't Mercedes Vargas talking to Pandora Barrett, this is Mercedes Alicia Vargas Castaños de Ortega talking to Mellie Bennett."
A pause is met as she gathers her thoughts before raising her head again to finish her promo.
"You bring your black baseball bat, you bring your badassery, you bring your absolutely best, but it won't be enough against me. You see me as an afterthought, and that's fine. After Sunday, the only thought that's gonna cross your mind is 'what the hell just happened'?
"Go ahead and hold on to that false confidence and your unfounded arrogance. Go ahead and puff out your chest a little more and make all the bold declarations you want to. While you're at it, go ahead and mock my accolades.
Unless, of course, you prove me wrong. I hope you can back up your words, sweetheart. I hope you beat me. Better yet, that's your homework for tonight: Beat me. Please, beat me. Shut me up. Put me in my place. I dare you."
***Fade***