[Christian Underwood]

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First RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Saturday 06/20/2015
England: 04:59am Sunday 06/21/2015  

[Christian Underwood]

 The first RP period has passed.

All RPs posted now will be counted towards the second RP period.

Second RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Friday 06/26/2015
England: 04:59am Saturday 06/27/2015

[Amanda Cortez]

 Now everything seems to be completely different. Since her come back to SCW Amanda has been pretty arrogant, aggressive and not very nice and even though she was the nicest one of the Mean Girls, she still acted like a complete heel. She even had done a few backstage attacks and the last time she had tried to injure her former friend and team mate Delia.

But now everything seems to be different. She has just pinned her opponent and former Mean Girl member Mercedes and now she is more than happy. She jumps around and laughs and giggles like a little school girl and it’s almost impossible to stop her. Her wife Rose has watched the match too and now she’s with Amanda backstage, but it’s impossible to calm Amanda down. The cute little diva is too excited.

“Yay …me won …me won …”

She jumps up and down again and then she hops into Rose’s arms, hugging and kissing her again and again.

“I’m so fucking happy …It’s like a dream …”

Rose is happy and proud too, but she is the more quiet one and doesn’t exactly know how to react. She has Amanda still in her arms, but it’s a bit hard for her to breath, but she also doesn’t want to shove Amanda back. But then Amanda loosens her grip and stands right in front of Rose, still with a huge smile in her face.

Normally Amanda wears really high highheels, but now she doesn’t and without her shoes everybody can see how small and petite she is. Nobody would expect that such a tiny girl can be so vicious in the ring, but this she mostly uses for her advantage, because many of her opponents underestimate her. If they haven’t faced her before or watched her matches, they only see the bubbly little girl in her, who loves it to get huddled and tickled, but they don’t take her serious as an opponent and that can be a deadly mistake.

But this week it had been different. Mercedes knows her really good, but Amanda could still take the win and so she is more than happy. She’s so proud and almost can’t believe it and now she is also confident, that she will manage it to get the tag titles back in two weeks, when she and her partner Vero will have to faca Delia and Mercedes again.

Now Rose thinks that Amanda is a bit more quiet again and that they can take a cab back to the hotel, but she should be wrong. After another kiss the bubbly little diva storms out of the locker room, back into the direction of the stage. The show is almost over, but the fans are still there and before they can leave, Amanda comes to the stage and blows kisses to them. They are a bit puzzled, but Amanda looks so cute and sexy in her skimpy ring gear, barefoot, with her small tattered shorts and her short top, so that they begin to cheer at her. Amanda waves at them and storms down to the ring. She slides into the ring, and there she dances around and poses for the fans, which brings her more applause. Then she runs to the corner, jumps on the ropes and raises her arms in victory.

“Yay …me won …me won …me won …”

The fans still cheer at her and repeat her words, but then she makes them a sign so that it becomes more quiet, so that she can speak. She hops down from the ropes and takes a micro.

“Ok ladies and gentlemen, at first I wanted to thank you all for your support and I’m happy and proud that I didn’t disappoint you tonight and that I could take the win over my former team mate and now enemy Mercedes.”

Again she raises her arms and the cheering begins again. This tough little diva really is so cute and sexy, so that it’s hard not to like her.

“I didn’t come back here to talk bad about my opponent, but there are some things that really should be said. At first I wanna say, that it has been a great match and that also Mercedes did really good. It hasn’t been easy for me to take the win and there have been times where I thought that I couldn’t manage it to pin her and where I almost gave up, but I didn’t.
Yes, I did what I always do, I fought back and at the end I had success and took the win in this match.”

For a moment she pauses and looks around. She hopes that her speech won’t become too boring for the fans, but they are still listening to her and waiting for what comes next.

“Yes, I fought back and it brought me the win. But now you might wanna know, why I’m so excited  because of this win, even though it hasn’t been a main event or even a title match. Well, that’s easy to explain. I think you all have seen my last match against Delia and you still remember how it ended. She humiliated me here in public by tickling me and at the end she pinned me. Damn …that really wasn’t nice and I was so unsettled …”

But it seems that the fans see this a bit different and that they liked the last show and so the cheering begins again and now one of Amanda’s old nicknames cab be heard.

“Ticklecutie … Ticklecutie … Ticklecutie …”

For a moment Amanda is a bit shocked and blushes, but it’s only a very short moment and she smiles again in her cute way. It has been a bit embarrassing, but she knows how sexy and cute she looks when she laughs and giggles and so she understands, that the fans love it to see her in distress.

“Ok, Ok, I got it ….You love to see me laugh myself almost to death and that’s ok. If you love it, then I’ll promise to give you more like this …But please lemme have a few last words about my match.”

Again the cheering begins.

“Ticklecutie … Ticklecutie … Ticklecutie …”

But after a while it becomes a bit more quiet in the arena and Amanda can continue with her speech. She almost has forgotten what she wanted to say, but thanks god she remembers it and now she continues.

“Ok, where did I stop? Wait, I remember it. I just said, that Delia pinned me and that I felt so insecure and the worst thing has been that Delia and Mercedes managed it to defeat us in a title match. Well, a loss never feels good, but losing a title hurts even more, especially if it’s your enemies who have defeated you.
So I really wasn’t happy, no, I was frustrated and sad and after these losses I really doubted it, whether I’ll be able to get these titles back.”

For a moment she looks to the ground in a really sad way and even a tear runs down her cheek, but then she raises her head and smiles again.

“But now it is different. I won against one half of the new tag team champions and now I know that I can still do it. Yes, I can take the win in a normal match and I also can take the win in a titles match and all this without cheating or any help.”

Again she pauses and for a moment she is a bit lost in thoughts, but then she continues.

“Yes, I can do it without any help and that’s really important for me and I will tell you why. Since I came back to SCW, I have been a member of the Mean Girls, and there cheating was commonly used.  I never liked it very much, even though I must admit that I’m a lazy person and that I also used it to take an easy win. But now I see this different. I hate the feeling that nobody believes that I can take the win in a match alone, but I saw no way to change this. I talked with my partner Vero about it and there we have completely different opinions. So I even thought of giving up the whole tag team stuff and doing my own stuff, but that’s not so easy too. I want these titles back and I also wanna prove that we can do it in an almost fair match.
Well, so this match tonight was a good beginning to show that the Mean Girls are great wrestlers too. Some of you might call us arrogant, but you all must admit that I did a great match tonight and also that Vero did pretty good.”

The fans cheer at Amanda again, but as they hear the name Vero, they start with a booing, so Amanda makes a sign to stop it.

“Ok, I got it, you don’t like my partner. And …to be honest, I also don’t like her too much too, but in a tag match I need a partner and if I wanna get these titles back, then I need her. She might be a bit …lemme say …strange, but she’s still good for holding my back. I know that I can defeat Mercedes again and I also know that I can win against Delia too, but not in handicap match. So we all have to live with the fact that I will team up again with Vero, if we like it or not.
But don’t worry, if we should fail, what I don’t believe, then I will break up this partnership and focus on other goals, then I will go for singles gold.”

In some way Amanda likes this thought, but she also wants the tag titles back, so the whole thing isn’t easy for her.

“But at the moment let us not think about a loss. Let’s celebrate my victory and let’s look forward to another great win at the PPV. Yes, me and Vero will bring back the titles home and there’s nothing and nobody who will be able to stop us, no Delia and no Mercedes.”

The fans begin to cheer again and Amanda blows another kiss into their direction.

“And now lemme say some last things about Mercedes. I already mentioned, that she did a good job in her match and that she really got me pretty bad, but it hasn’t been enough. No, against me, the Goddess, it needs a bit more than to be a good wrestler. If you wanna defeat me, then you must be like a God.
But anyway, you insulted me on Twitter and you said that it will be easy for you to pin me, but I proved you wrong. So what do you say now? Haha …nothing. And after we are done with you at the PPV you will be even more quiet, cuz then you won’t even have the titles anymore. Then everybody will see that you’re only a bloody loser and nothing more.”

Amanda flips the bird and for a moment it seems like she is going to leave the ring, but again she raises her hand with the micro.

“But now it’s enough with the talking about these morons, they aren’t worth my time. Lemme thank you again for the great support and I really wish that you’ll all come to the PPV and that you’ll cheer at me again. I love you …I love you all.”

Now everybody applauds and Amanda drops the micro. Slowly she climbs out of the ring and goes back to the backstage area, where Rose still waits for her. She takes Mandy by her hand and smiles lovingly.

“Wow, that was really a great little speech and I think the fans slowly begin to love you.”

Amanda nods.

“I really hope so. I have enough of this damn Mean Girls stuff. From now on I’m the Goddess …”

Now Rose winks at her wife.

“True, and a really cute little Goddess, who deserves a wonderful reward after her great win.”

Playfully she tickles Mandy’s tummy and the petite young woman squirms and giggles. She loves it and smiles lovingly at her wife.

“Hehe …so let’s go back to the hotel and celebrate this great win. Our flight back home is tomorrow, so we really have enough time for a lil party.”

And exactly that’s what they do. Rose already has the bag with Amanda’s stuff and so they only have to call a taxi. It takes a while and it so the couple has to wait a bit outsides the arena. Amanda is still dressed in her skimpy outfit and so the people stare at her. Amanda doesn’t care much and she likes the attention, she gets, but Rose is a bit worried.

“Damn, hopefully this cab comes soon, I really don’t wanna get arrested. I don’t know what they will do with you if the police sees you like this.”

But Amanda only shrugs. She really doesn’t worry, but then the two see two cops coming down the street. Rose becomes more nervous and now also Amanda doesn’t feel too good anymore, but thanks God their cap arrives and they jump insides.

“Oh shit …this was really narrow. I really shouldn’t run around half naked in such countries.”

But now they are safe and both girls laugh in a cheery way. It’s pretty crowded in the streets and so the taxi takes a while till it arrives at their hotel. So they have the chance to see a bit of the city and it’s really interesting, but Amanda doesn’t like countries where woman have to cover themselves.

“Nice city, but I don’t wanna live here. They might be rich, but what does it bring you if you can’t live in freedom?”

Rose winks at her wife and pokes her into the side, so that Mandy shrieks.

“So for you freedom means running around almost naked?”

Violently Amanda shakes her head.

“No, I don’t mean running around naked, but in these countries women are kept under and that sucks completely. Ok, it shouldn’t be my problem and I’m no feminist, but still sucks. I hate injustice and so I don’t like it here, even though I must admit that the citz is cool and the people are really nice. But I still wish that this tour ends soon and that we will have our next matches in the USA or in Europe again.”

Rose knows what Amanda means and nods. She puts her hand on Mandy’s leg and lightly caresses it.

“You’re right, western countries are better, at least for us and our way of life. I’m not sure about what they would say here if they would see us in bed together.”

Now Amanda has to laugh. It’s not allowed to run around half naked, so having sex with another woman would be even worse.

“Oh shit, I think they would whip us to death or stone us …”

She shivers a bit and really doesn’t like this thought. Now she looks around whether anybody can see them and then she kisses Rose on the lips.

"But I think in our hotel room we should be safe, at least I hope so.”

Rose laughs a bit and winks at Mandy.

“Well, at least as long as nobody hears us. So I should gag you, so that you don’t become too noisy.”

Amanda’s eyes widen and she fakes to be shocked, but deep insides she loves this thought. It’s so temptingly to be all at Rose’s mercy.

“Damn, you’re so mean and sadistic …”

But Rose puts her finger on Mandy’s lips and whispers something into her ear.

“True, but I think that this is what you love …”

The little conversation goes on a bit longer and Amanda is already so excited, but then they arrive at the hotel and the car stops. Rose pays and they climb out of the cab, then they enter the hotel. They get the key of their room and enter the lift and as the door closes, Amanda kisses Rose again. This time it’s very passionately and she wraps her arms around her wife, but sadly the lift stops. Amanda breaks the kiss and waits for the doors to open, but they don’t.

“What the fuck is this?”

She tries it again and hammers on the buttons to open these doors, but again nothing happens.

“Seems we are stuck …Oh God, not this …”

She tries to open the doors manually, but that also doesn’t work and really frustrated Amanda presses the Alarm button, but this doesn’t work too.

“Fuck, not even the alarm works. We will die here ….”

It’s not a real phobia, but Amanda is a bit scared of narrow rooms, so getting stuck in a lift really isn’t nice for her. Rose knows this and tries to comfort her wife.

“Don’t worry, we won’t die. Really soon they’ll find out that the lift doesn’t work and then we get rescued.”

“Hopefully ….”

Besides waiting there is nothing much they can do and so they sit down on the ground, but Amanda becomes more and more nervous. This endless waiting drives her crazy and Rose tries to comfort her. She puts her arms around her wife and kisses her on the cheek.

“Don’t worry, they’ll come soon and then we get free again.”

But even this doesn’t help much and Amanda’s mood doesn’t become better. She even sniffles a bit.

“Prolly you’re right, but it’s still scary and I hate this feeling …it scares me.”

It’s not so easy and Rose also doesn’t know what to do. She still hugs Amanda, to make her feel better, but then she has an idea and smiles.

“Hey, there’s nothing we can do, but why should we worry? I mean there’s nothing that can happen and in a while they will rescue us, so why not use the time we have and have some fun?”

She winks at Amanda and now she spiders her fingers over Amanda’s beautiful long legs. Immediately Mandy begins to giggle and becomes goose bumps everywhere. It seems that she has forgotten that she was scared only a few minutes ago.

“Hehe, you’re right …”

And so Rose continues with what she does. She sits in front of Amanda and grabs Mandy by her ankles. Then she places Mandy’s feet in her lap and her fingers circle around Amanda’s petite ankles. The giggling becomes louder and it seems that Amanda loves this treatment so much.

“Hehe, yes ..please more …”

And this Rose does. Gently she rubs Amanda’s tiny feet, so that her wife begins to make cute noises. She rubs and tickles them and Mandy really is in heaven. Then Rose grabs her ankles again and lifts them up. With a smile in her fave she kisses Amanda’s cute toes and begins to suck, nibble and lick them and immediately Amanda purrs and giggles. The dark haired cutie begins to move her hips and she’s so aroused,but Rose doesn’t want to let cum so easily. So she stops it and Amanda sighs a bit frustrated.

“Please …don’t stop it …”

But Rose shakes her head. She loves it to tease and pleasure Amanda, but she’s also a bit sadistic.

“No way, not now …at first you’ll have to suffer a bit for me.”

A wicked smile comes into her face and really fast, before Mandy can do anything, she traps her ankles under her arm. Now she runs her sharp nails all over Amanda’s soft and sensitive foot bottoms, so that the pretty tattooed girl laughs and shrieks in such a cute way. Still with her sadistic smile Rose winks at Mandy.

“And maybe not only a bit …It can take hours till they free us.”

And Amanda’s eyes widen in shock. She still laughs and giggles, but she manages it to speak.

“Oh God, I’m doomed. You’re gonna kill me …”

But even though she begs for mercy, she still loves what Rose does to her. She curls her toes and wiggles her feet and as Rose runs her fingers under and in between her cute little toes, she becomes completely hysterical, but all her laughing is also mixed with some cute noises and Rose knows that Amanda is in heaven. So she has no intentions to stop this cute torture and continues to tease and tickle her love. Her fingers still run all over Amanda’s foot bottoms and then she begins to lick, nibble and suck Mandy’s toes, driving her completely insane. It goes on for a really long time and Mandy is more than ready to explode, but Rose doesn’t let her cum. Eventually she stops this sweet torture and crawls over her love, pinning her down. Amanda is so excited and wraps her arms and legs around Rose, rubbing her body against Rose’s. They kiss each other and touch each other everywhere and their moaning becomes louder and louder. Then they can’t hold back any longer and they explode.

But right after this huge climax, the lift moves again and they startle. Really fast they fix their clothes and then the door of the lift opens. Still with messy hair and a bit sweaty, but with a happy smile in their faces, they look at the hotel manager and a technician. The hotel manager has a huge grin in his face.

"I hope you ladies enjoyed your stay."

Not exactly knowing what he means, Amanda and Rose blush a bit.

“What do you mean?”

The grin doesn’t disappear out of his face and he looks at the two pretty girls while he answers.

“Well, we had had some problems with the lift and the alarm button didn’t work properly, but the security cameras were still working. Well, you two did a really hot show …Haha, our staff really liked your kinky little performance.”

As the hear this, they blush even more and Rose almost gets a heart attack.

“Oh shit …”

But the hotel manager smiles at them.

“Don’t worry about it, it was really awesome.”

Ok, the whole situation is really so embarrassing, but Amanda manages it to smile back. In some way she likes the thought that the people were enjoying her show, but she still wants to get away here. She takes Rose by her hand and the two hurry to their room. Eventually the door is locked and they sit down on the bed. They look at each other and then they burst out laughing.

“Fuck, this was so fucking embarrassing, but I doubt that any of them will ever forget this lil show.”

Rose nods and kisses her wife.

“That’s true …Haha, and now they have blue balls.”

They laugh again and now their mood couldn’t be better. Amanda takes her phone and orders them a bottle of champagne and now the real party begins. Still turned on they sit on the bed and laugh, talk and drink and so it’s a really wonderful night and a great win to celebrate Amanda’s win. But eventually they are tired and go to bed. Mandy switches off the lights and huddles against Rose and it doesn’t take very long and they fall asleep.

The next day they awake and it’s almost midday. Rose is the first one who climbs out of the bed. She yawns and stretches and then she gives Amanda a good morning kiss.

“Good morning my love. So how do you feel?”

Amanda giggles in her cute way and smiles.

“Well, besides the fact that I have sore muscles in my tummy from all this laughing, I feel really great. It has been a wonderful way to celebrate my win over Mercedes.”

They laugh and it seems that Mandy wants sex again, but it’s already pretty late. So they order a breakfast and Rose wants to get dressed, but Mandy drags her back to the bed.

“Please …let’s have breakfast in bed. I love it so much, please …”

Rose wanted to protest, but as she sees Amanda’s sad puppy look, she can’t resist anymore and agrees. So they stay in bed and have their breakfast there, but till it comes, Rose takes her phone and books them their flights to Dubai, where Amanda’s next match will be. At first they had planed to go home first, but Amanda’s son Jacobi and his girlfriend Kiara aren’t at home anyway, and so they changed their plans. Instead of going home, they book a flight to Dubai and thought of spending the next two weeks there.

So after their breakfast, the two pack their stuff and a few hours later they sit in the plane to Dubai. After the check out, they take a taxi again, but instead of bringing them to a hotel, the taxi driver stops at the harbor. Amanda isn’t so sure whether everything is ok, but Rose only puts her hand on her arm.

“Don’t worry, everything is fine. I just have a little surprise for you.”

They climb out of the car and the taxi leaves. Then Amanda takes her bags and looks at all the huge boats there, but she doesn’t know where to go. Rose takes her by her hand and leads her to a really huge and luxury boat. Then she smiles at Amanda.

“Ok, here we are …”

But Amanda still doesn’t know what Rose means and raises an eyebrow.

“Huh ..whatcha mean?”

Now Rose can’t hold back any longer and she kisses Amanda on her lips.

“Silly one …we live here for the next two weeks. I haven’t forgotten that you love boats so much and after this little event at the last hotel I thought that some privacy would be ok for us. I hope you’ll love this ship.”

And Amanda loves it. She is so choked that it drives the tears into her eyes. She kisses Rose again and again.

“Shit, yes, I do love it. It’s like a dream …”

They bring their luggage on board and now they explore everything. The boat is so big and luxury. It has a few  huge bed rooms, a big bath room and even a small pool. It’s really awesome and for Amanda it is like a dream. She almost acts like a little child in a toy shop and she’s more than happy.

The exploring of the boat takes a while, but eventually they have seen everything and now they sit down on a deck chair, enjoying the sun and the nice weather. Amanda lights a cigarette and Rose gets them some drinks.

“I’m glad that you like it here. I thought it would be nice and here you can do what you love most, running around naked all day and nobody will interrupt us. By the way, it is also really fast, so that it will be so much fun to explore the coast. Oh, and we can go diving too.”

That’s really exactly what Amanda loves and so she smiles happily. She takes a sip of her drink and looks at Rose.

“Awesome. I think I already love Dubai. And eventually we have some time for us alone. I mean till my match it’s almost two weeks, I’m in a good shape, so no training is necessary, so we really have a wonderful lil vacation. Yay, diving, surfing, sight seeing and ….making love all night. It’s so damn romantic. If we wouldn’t already been married, I’d marry you again.”

Now Rose blushes. She leans forward and kisses Amanda lovingly on the lips.

“Aww, you’re so cute …”

So after some more drinks they are both a bit tired and sleep a bit in the sun, but then it’s time for some more action. They start with a nice bath in the pool and then they get dressed for some sight seeing in the city. It’s awesome and they really have their fun. The next days are almost the same, but they also explore the coast with their boat and kill the time with diving and swimming. Amanda also goes a bit surfing and she really loves their stay in Dubai. But sadly everything comes to an end and Amanda’s match comes closer. After this little vacation Amanda really isn’t in the mood for wrestling, but she wants to win this title back and so she has no choice.

A bit sad she calls a taxi that will drive them to the arena, but they already know that they will come back to this boat and continue their vacation for a bit longer. If Amanda wins the titles back, it will be a great way to celebrate her victory and if she loses again, well, then it will comfort her to stay another week here with Rose. So Amanda still isn’t happy to leave, but she climbs into the taxi and half an hour later they arrive at the arena. As they enter Amanda’s locker room, she growls.

“Damn, I’d really prefer our boat. But anyway, let’s bring this here to an end and then we return back to paradise.”

She winks at Rose and lights a cigarette. The locker room isn’t as luxury as their boat, but it’s still bid and they have everything they need. So for the last hours till her match it would be ok to stay here. But just as she wanted to sit down and relax a bit, Amanda remembers that she wanted to give an interview. The arena is really huge and she has no clue where to go. So she asks one of the stuff members and he describes her the way to the interviewing area.

Even though she has some time left, she already is dressed in her ring gear. Again she wears a tight and tattered jeans shorts, a short white top that shows more than it hides and some really high heeled sandals. She knows exactly how hot and sexy she looks and she has no problems with showing what she has. So she enters the interviewing area and the camera team is already there. Amanda poses a bit for the camera, making sure that they take from really hot pictures of her, then she sits down, crosses her pretty long legs and begins to dangle with her shoe. The interviewer looks at her, but most of the time he stares on her pretty legs, but eventually he manages it to talk.

“Ok Miss Cortez, it’s great that you’re here and have the time to answer some questions of the fans.”

But before he can continue, Amanda interrupts him.

“That’s ok, but you can call me Amanda or Mandy, all of my friends do so …”

He nods and looks again at her legs.

“Ok, Amanda. So let’s begin. We all know that you’re here tonight to win back your titles, but let’s first begin with something different. There are rumors that you are going to change your behavior completely. I mean that your stable is pretty mean and heelish, but you’re a nice young woman. So how does that fit together or does it mean that you will leave the Mean Girls soon.”

For a moment Amanda thinks about this question, then she takes a deep breath.

“Well, let me start with the very first beginning. I don’t know whether I act like a heel or not and I don’t like it to get forced into one direction. It’s true that I joined the stable called Mean Girls and it’s also true that these persons aren’t nice. But that doesn’t mean that I have to be mean too. I joined them, because for a newcomer it is always hard and I really needed their help. So their support was great for me and my career and as you see, Vero and me are a really good team. At least we held these titles for a really long time and soon we will hold them again.
But anyway, about this we can talk later.  To answer your first question, no, I won’t leave the Mean girls, at least not now.”

He looks at her and it seems that he doesn’t understand complete what she means.

“And what does that mean?”

“Well, I think that I already explained it in earlier interviews, but I will do it again. It means that we have a title match tonight and that I will fight at Vero’s side. I trust her and I know that she will give her best. So if we win this match, then we will stay as a team, but if we lose it, the team Mean Girls doesn’t exist anymore. Then I will go for singles gold.”

Before Amanda can continue, he interrupts her.

“Ok, I think I got it. But in some way everybody thinks that Vero only uses you. So wouldn’t it be better to stop fighting with her immediately?”

But Amanda shakes her head.

“No, I don’t think so. It’s true that people think she uses me and I think so too. Just look at her, she’s a model, but in the ring she isn’t that great. If I’m not at her side, she never wins a match. So your question makes some sense. Maybe it would be better for me to fight alone, but even though she isn’t the best wrestler, she still is a great help in a tag match and now that she holds my back and that I can trust her.
So I’ll give her a last chance and if she does good in our match, then I will stick with her, even though I still don’t like some of her actions.”

“What actions do you mean?”

Now Amanda laughs out.

“I mean this useless cheating. I don’t know whether she really needs it, but I don’t need it. I’m a great wrestler, prolly the best in the women’s division, and I can win my matches without such crap. I proved it last week as I defeated Mercedes and I will prove it again.
But anyway, besides the cheating she is a good partner and as long as we have success I will stay at her side. Even though I’m not sure whether we should still call ourselves the Mean Girls.
Look, a few weeks ago Delia and Mercy left us, so I would say that this stable is dead. I know that it won’t come back and so Vero and me should look for a new name for the case we stay together in a team. But I will talk about this later, after our win.”

“That sounds like a good idea. But what if you don’t win?”

Amanda still dangles with her shoe and now she looks up and is a bit annoyed.

“That won’t happen. But if it really happens, I’ll go for singles gold. Then I will defeat Mikah or Roxi and take the title from them. Haha, that really won’t be so hard cuz they are both not that good in the ring. I know that it will be easy for me to defeat them.”

“Ok, that’s true. Probably it won’t be too hard. But let us come back to your match tonight. For me it looks like you really hate your opponents, even though they have been your former friends and even though they have helped you in the past.”

For a moment Amanda thinks about this question. She looks to the ground and it seems that she is a bit sad.

“That’s true, now I hate them and it’s a bit sad. I have been so happy as I came here and met them the first time and I really thought that they were my friends, but it seems that I’ve been wrong. There have always been some tensions between Vero and Delia about who’s the real boss of our group, but I always tried to stay away from this trouble. But sadly then it escalates and they split. So I had to chose a side and I went with Vero, because at this time we held the titles. I know it sucks, but I had no other chance.
Anyway, at the beginning I thought that everything would become ok again, but sadly it didn’t. It escalated even more, especially after all these singles matches between the Mean Girls and the former Mean Girls started. As you know, Delia has first taken the win about Vero and then about me. But that’s not the worst thing. The worst thing has been that she started to run her mouth about me and that she humiliated me really bad during our last match ….”

Now the interviewer interrupts Mandy again.

“Why humiliate? I thought you like it to get tickled.”

“Haha, yes, I do, but only if it’s in a nice and friendly way and only if a friend does it to me, or a person whom I love, but not during a match and in public.”

He smiles at her and nods.

“I think I know what you mean, but I can tell you that the fans loved this little show.”

Now Amanda smiles.

“Ok, and that’s good that they are happy, but I still make sure that Delia will pay for this. In the ring I’m the Goddess and nobody has the right to treat me like this.”

“But you got her back as you have beaten her down the last week.”

Again Amanda nods, but she doesn’t seem to be happy with this action.

“Yeah, I got her back, but in some way I also feel a bit sorry for this attack. I mean she never had a chance and it’s possible that I even injured her and broke her hand. That’s not right. She’s a mean bitch, but that doesn’t give me the right to ruin her career. But anyway, I would say sorry, but she doesn’t talk to me and it also wouldn’t change anything. It’s too late.
But whatever, it has been a mistake, but defeating her in a normal match is no mistake and I promise that it will be a normal match, at least as long as she doesn’t try something. I’m willing not to cheat and I’m also willing not to use any weapons and I’ll also make sure that Vero won’t do anything illegal too. And if she does, well, then I will kick her ass too.”

“But that means that you won’t get the titles back.”

For a moment Amanda clenches her fists and she nods.

“Sadly that’s true, but I can’t change it. I wanna prove that the Mean Girls, or what is left from them, are really great wrestlers and if it means that I will have to beat up my own partner, then it’s ok for me. I don’t like it, but I can live with it. Then it will be like a handicap match and there I’ll prolly receive the beating up of my life.
But why think about such things? Vero knows how I think about all this cheating and she wants to have these title back too, I think even more than me, so I’m pretty sure that she will do her best too.”

“Right, so let’s hope that nothing bad will happen. So any last words to your opponents?”

This time Amanda doesn’t has to think about what to say and she answers immediately.

“Yeah, Mercy and Delia, listen to me. You two made the mistake of your life and now you’re gonna pay for it. The first mistake has been that you left our group and tuned against us. The second mistake has been that you began to run your mouth about Vero and me. You insulted us on Twitter and don’t think that you’ll get away with this. I’ll punish you and I’ll make sure that you’ll regret that you ever said anything bad about us.
But the third and the worst mistake has been that you took away something from us that belongs to us, these tag team titles.
Delia, you are a good wrestler, but you are no champion. Your time as a champion is over since the day you lost your title against Amy. And you know that these old times never will come back again. Since this day it seems that your good times are over. You got injured by Twisted sister, there have been others who have beaten you up in the ring and now it will be Vero and me who will beat you up again.
And now let’s come to Mercedes. She did a proper fight in her singles match against me, but it hasn’t been enough. I already told her too that her time as a champion is over and I’ll make sure that I was right with what I’ve said. So be sure that you will receive the beating up of your life. I don’t know whether I can pin Delia, but I know that I can pin you. I did it last week and I will do it again.
But anyway, you two aren’t worth my time. So lemme say one last thing. You might have managed it to defeat us once, but this won’t happen again. Your reign as the tag team champions will be very short, prolly the shortest one in SCW’s history. But don’t worry too much about it, because it will be a Goddess who destroys you and who takes the titles away from you. Yes, it will be mw, Amanda Cortez.”

Now it seems that she is finished and the interviewer looks at her. Then he and the rest of the crew applaud.

“That’s really a great message  and I hope you’ll have success. I think the whole wrestling universe wishes you luck and I do so too.
So thank you for your time and I hope you’ll have a few more words for us after your match.”

Now Amanda stands up and a last time she poses for the camera, then she leaves the interviewing area. It’s still a bit too early to go to the stage and she has some time left till the show starts. So she thinks about what to do. She’s not nervous, not after her long career and after so many wins she had during this long time, but she still is really excited. She needs this win and she is willing to do everything to win this match. But thinking about what could happen doesn’t bring her anything and so she thinks about a way to kill the time. She lights a cigarette, but then she throws it away. A smile comes into her pretty face and slowly she goes back to her locker room, where Rose is waiting for her.

Rose knows her for such a long time and she also knows what to do if Amanda is nervous or excited.. Gently she takes her wife by her hand and leads her to a massage table. Amanda lays down there, face down, and relaxes already and then Rose begins to massage and rub her back, so that Amanda closes her eyes and moans. Rose knows how much Amanda loves this and she loves it too. It’s so arousing to touch her wife everywhere and Rose would love to kiss her and also touch some other parts, but not right before an import match. And so she only Runs and Massagen her back, but she fang resist to tickle her from Time to Time so that Amanda pures and giggles.

“Hey ….whatcha doing? I have a really important match in a bit, so be carefully, so that I won't be too exhausted to fight.”

And Rose continues with what she does, but now it's less sensual than before.”

“I know and I take care. The fun comes later as a little reward if you win your match.”

Now Amanda looks up and glares at Rose for a short moment.

“What do you mean with ‘if you win’? There's absolutely no doubt that we will win. We will wipe the floor with these bitches.”

Rose has reaches Amanda's shoulders and massages them now.

“I know that you will one, but take care that she doesn't tickle you into submission again like in your last match against her. Hehe, you looked so cute and sexy, but sadly it cost you the win and this we really won't have again.”

For a moment Amanda becomes angry, cause she really hates losses, but then she laughs in her cheery way.

“Don't worry, it won't happen again. The only person who's allowed to do this with me is you. And now it's time to make Delia pay for her crimes.”

Amanda raises her head a bit so that she can see the clock and as she sees that there's still some time left till her match, she smiles. Now she's really relaxed and confident and as she lays her head back down on the table, she makes Rode a sign to continue her massage and then the scene fades to black.

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[Delia Darling]

 "Sometimes, you can say oh so much with the smallest of gestures.  After all, they do say that actions speak louder than words." -Delia, darling if you must...


S.C.E.N.E. O.N.E. -- Middle Finger Salute
LOCALE: Hamad bin Khalifa Stadium; Doha, Qatar


There is a loud whimpering heard coming from the medical center inside of the stadium where the latest Climax Control was being held.  After a moment, there is a slight pause in the whimpering, as the person in pain replaces their moans by hissing breaths inward.  After a moment of this, the whimpering slowly returns.  We pan around toward the door to see Delia Darling sitting on the medical bed while an unfamiliar face is seen sitting in a rolling chair next to the bed.  He is an older man, his hair slicked back, and a tastefully clean goatee.  We can assume that he is a medical professional based on the white coat and the stethescope dangling from his neck.  He gently reaches forward, motioning for Delia's hand, and she reluctantly extends it forward.

Delia:  Doctor Ford... I am fine, I assure, I-yyyyyeowwwwwwwwww!!!

Ford:  Did that hurt, Ms. Darling?

Delia nearly has tears in her eyes as she glares at him, almost angry as she jerks her hand back toward her body.  She holds it close to her, nursing it gently as she nearly hisses at him.

Delia: Nawwww... What z'e FUCK do you s'ink?!?

The doctor doesn't appear to be amused as he once again reaches forward for Delia's hand.  She rapidly shakes her head, causing him to sigh as he reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out a red sucker in a shiny wrapper.  He extends it out to her, and she scoffs at him.

Delia: What do I look like, a s'ree year old?

Ford:  Delia, come now.  I've treated you for numerous injuries this year. I've been on tour with you for months now.  You always ask for the sucker, and I've found that it keeps you from rupturing my ear drums during examinations, so would you please...?

Delia:  I... I do not... except z'at one time, but I was having low blood sugar because I was a Mean Girl, and I rarely ate, so...

He spins the sucker around between his fingers in an almost sarcastically tantalizing manner.  Delia glares at him for a second before snatching it out of his hand, whimpering in pain once more.  However, the look in her eye is that of a small joy, thanking him with a forced smile.  She sticks the plastic between her teeth and yanks the sucker back.  Spitting the plastic out onto the floor, she then places the sucker in her mouth, groaning in pain while moaning in pleasure.  While he has her distracted, Doctor Ford gently grabs her hand, feeling around slowly.  After a few seconds, he hits a painful spot as Delia groans loudly, pursing her lips around the sucker as a tear rolls down her cheek.

Delia:  Mmmohhhh ferrrrk! Ferk, ferk, ferk... Gr-at hurgts...

Ford:  How about this?

The doctor presses down on another finger, causing Delia to whimper lightly.  She nods her head as she looks away to see Mercedes standing in the doorway, watching her friend.  This adds a level of comfort to Delia as she sinks into the bed slightly.

Ford:  I've got good news for you, Ms. Darling.

Delia:  I... I told you I wers fine.

Delia sucks on the sucker, swallowing a bit as she pulls it out of her mouth.  She tilts her head to the side as she notices his expression doesn't seem to live up to the good news promised.

Ford:  Your middle finger is broken.  I'm going to need you to make a trip to the emergency room for casting.

Delia:  Ugh, z'at is supposed to be good news, Doc?

Ford:  Well, it is good news considering the force of two chairs smashing against your hand could have crushed it to dust.  I'd call that a win, Ms. Darling.  I'll be accompanying you so that we can get you seen immediately.

Delia groans as she places the sucker back in her mouth.  Doctor Ford looks over toward Mercedes, just now noticing she is there.

Ford:  Will you be accompanying us to the hospital Ms. Vargas?

Mercedes:  I didn't have any other plans for tonight, so why not spend it in a hospital?

Ford:  Great. I will get the car if you wouldn't mind helping Delia with her bags. She's likely got a hundred of them as usual, so...

The doctor snickers a little as he nudges Delia's good arm.  He rolls her eyes before shaking her head at his statement.  Mercedes sighs as she places her hands on her hips.

Mercedes:  That would be the understatement of the millenium.

Delia:  Hey!  I travel much lighter z'ese days, I assure. I only have about fifty bags...

Delia does a sarcastic sneer toward Mercedes who winks with a smile on her face.  She holds her hand out toward the door, motioning for Delia to lead the way.  Delia gingerly gets up from the bed, cradling her arm closely as she walks past Mercedes.  Doctor Ford pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and dials a number, placing it to his ear as the girls exit the room.  Delia watches the spectators, some of which smile at her misery, while a pleasing amount of people give her nods of condolence.  She crunches down on the remainder of the sucker in her mouth, throwing the stick away in a nearby trash can.  They walk over to the Bombshell Locker Room, and Mercedes opens the door, holding it so Delia can pass, and she quickly follows after.

Mercedes:  Do you care to explain, Deelz?

Delia stops, her eyes wandering around the surprisingly empty locker room as Mercedes' words resonate with her.  A look of confusion washes over her face as she titls her head to the side, waiting for an explanation.  However, Mercedes waits for an answer, almost looking impatient.

Delia:  What?  What are you talking about, Mercy?

Mercedes:  Don't play dumb, Delia.  We both know what I'm talking about.

Delia:  Ummm... no?

Delia raises an eyebrow, blinking her eyes slowly as she is genuinely confused.  Mercedes scoffs as she walks past Delia and toward the lockers.  She pulls open one door, as she begins to unload a few bags onto the bench in front of her.

Mercedes:  Those bitches attacked you, they broke your finger, and they tried to do so much more.  They tried to take you out.

Delia:  Obviously... and?

Mercedes:  You might have turned over a new leaf, but don't expect me to buy the fact that you are just going to roll over and take this.

Delia shrugs her shoulders as she reaches with her good hand and picks up two of the bags, slinging them over her shoulder, despite a silent protest from Mercedes.  Delia waits as Mercedes flings the remaining four bags behind her as they walk toward the door once more.

Mercedes:  Revenge?  I know that if I'm thinking it, you've got to be plotting something big in that pretty little head of yours.  You haven't changed THAT much.

Delia:  I don't know, Mercy.  I'm feeling sort of forgiving, actually.  Z'ey needed to make a statement, and unfortunately for me, it happened to be at my expense.

Delia shrugs her shoulders once more as she walks through the open door.  Mercedes follows after her, closing the door behind them as they walk in the opposite direction of where they came from.  Mercedes seems utterly shocked as she studies Delia's unwaivering expression.  After a moment of silence, Mercedes stops and turns to Delia, causing her to stop as well.  Mercedes seems almost disappointed as well as shocked.

Mercedes:  Are you being serious right now?  Not even a tiny prank?  A twitter bashing?  Nothing?  I know I said this already, but it bares repeating... Seriously?!

Delia:  Oh gawwwd no!  Z'ose bitches are going to get somes'ing special courtesy of Delia Darling Enterprises...

Delia winks, a bit of a wicked smile coming over her face once more.  Mercedes sighs in relief, and soon, an equally wicked smile comes over her face.  Delia looks directly to the camera following them, and she sets her bags down on the ground, getting closer to it so that she takes up most of the view.

Delia:  Tell Mandy and Ronnie z'at we...

Delia points from herself to Mercedes, back and forth rapidly a few times as she nods her head.

Delia:  ... we're coming for z'em in two weeks, and I've got a special message for z'em in z'e meantime...

Delia lifts up her injured hand, struggling as she hisses in pain.  She closes her fist slowly, groaning and gritting her teeth until only one finger is raised up.  She gently waves her broken middle finger back and forth across the screen, despite the very obvious amount of pain it causes her.  She centers the salute for a moment until the screen begins to go black.
[*Fade*]



"Sometimes, you can say oh so much with the smallest of gestures.  After all, they do say that action speak louder than words." -Delia, darling if you must...


S.C.E.N.E. T.W.O. -- A Heavy Reunion
LOCALE: Delia's Penthouse; Las Vegas, Nevada


"I Want You To Know" by Zedd featuring Selena Gomez begins playing over the speakers on the rooftop deck outside of Delia's penthouse suite.  The Vegas skyline is brightly lit against the dark night sky as the party guests dance the night away.  Some make their way into the pool, while others sit in deep conversation, or as deep as most models are capable of.  Sitting in the center of the action is Delia Darling.  She has a cocktail glass in her hand, but by the looks of the condensation, and completely melted ice, she hasn't even taken a small sip from it.  She cradles it in her good hand as she talks with her other hand, though her fingers don't move in the cast covering her arm.  She stops and laughs as one of her model friends says something humorous.  She waves her hand at the lovely Latina, sporting a ponytail that makes a fountain of caramel colored hair down her shoulders.  In a breathy Marilyn Monroe-esque voice, she speaks again.

Friend:  It might sound funny, but it was soooo unprofessional.  I mean, check a compact mirror or something, am I right-ugh?  Coke is so last decade, mamas...

Delia: She always did do vintage better, Fabiana, so...

Fabi:  Oh my gawd, Delia, you're such a bitch...

Fabi acts as if she is serious in her accusation, though her protruding tongue lets us know otherwise.  Delia shrugs her shoulders as she walks over to the edge of the pool, slipping her shoes off as she sits down on the side, dipping her feet inside.  She hikes up her dress just a bit to avoid it getting soaked by the water, and Fabi sits down next to her, giggling as she is starting to feel the effects of the alcohol.

Fabi:  So?  Where is this hot piece of man candy you've been telling me about?  What's his name?  Jimmy?

Delia:  Ugh, no... He's not a hillbilly.  His name is Johnny, and he's not *air quotes* man candy.  He's just a guy I've seen a couple of times...

Fabi:  Oh em gee, you slut!  

Fabi shoves Delia's arm as she howls with laughter, giving off the impression that she might be... well, and airhead... even by modeling standards.  Delia rolls her eyes as she scoffs.

Delia:  I never said I slept wi's him.  We went on a couple dates.  He's totally adorable, but I don't know... I mean, he's been so quiet lately. I mean, we've been busy I guess, what wi's z'e world tour and all, but... I don't know.

Fabi rubs Delia's arm gently as she makes a face that looks as if she'd witnessed a puppy getting kicked repeatedly for being too friendly.

Fabi:  Awwwwwwwwwwww!  I'm sure he'll come around. I mean, he'd be stupid not to, especially when you're so into him.  I mean, you obviously are. I haven't seen you so into a guy since...

Fabi's voice trails off as she looks down at the pool, hoping Delia hadn't figured out where she was going.  Delia bites onto her bottom lip, hoping to avoid the awkward direction of this conversation, until she just shrugs her shoulders.

Delia:  I am used to being let down by men. I don't hold any expectation of z'em any longer.  If it goes somewhere, great, but if not... I have never been one who needed a man to feel validated.

Fabi:  Oh, lucky you...  If Bryan doesn't call me when he says he will, I start thinking the worst.  It's like... "Ugh, I knew I shouldn't have eaten that Sno Ball. Now my ass is jiggling."  and it's just so sad...

Delia:  I am so glad I don't give a shit any longer.  I mean, I was always s'in, but I wonder if hanging around Veronica Taylor so long might have synchronized our hormones, and if I eat a cheeseburger, I'll gain a hundred pounds like her.  She did used to be fat as a kid.

Fabi: Nuh uh!  Shut up, mama!  Like, are we talking Jessica Simpson 2011 fat, or Kirstie Alley post-Cheers fat?

Delia thinks about it for a second, tapping her chin as she groans at the strain of this tough decision.  She then casually looks over to Fabi with a wicked grin on her face.

Delia:  Biggie Smalls fat...

Fabi howls in laughter, kicking her feet up and down rapidly as she nearly chokes on her own saliva.  She coughs as she leans into Delia, practically shrieking as she talks.

Fabi:  You are soooooooo bad!  Oh my gawwwd...

Delia:  I mean, we always were like Biggie and Tupac.  She was always second to me, and she couldn't take it, so she started beef wi's me.  Z'en, she sent her *air quotes* crew to assassinate me.  But, unlike Tupac, I'm not dead, and I'm very public.  Ugh, z'at bitch...

Fabi:  It's like so cool that you're a wrestler. I mean, I wish I could wrestle so I could smack Veronica around a little bit.  She's so annoying.  But, unlike you, I still have so much I want to accomplish in the modeling world. I can't ruin my face like...

Delia runs her finger across the mild scar on her forehead.  Despite it being covered up very well, she can still feel it, and the words of her good friend sting, even though they weren't meant to.  Delia sighs as she looks down to her watered down drink, tipping it back until she swallows it in just a matter of a few seconds.  She sets the glass down next to her as she gently kicks her feet around.

Fabi:  ... sorry...

Delia shrugs her shoulders again as her face sinks in disappointment.  She looks across the large crowd, spotting a girl she'd never seen before walking out onto the deck.  She Is wearing the most intriguing outfit.  She is in a lavander dress, corseted against her stomach, fitting loosely around her chest, and the straps tie behind her neck, and a pair of white strapped, open toed heels.  She is wearing an understated gold necklace with a small cross on it, but her crown of red, white, and blue roses is what draws the attention to her, from Delia at least.  Her make up is understated, except for the bold eyeliner and eyeshadow.  She looks as if she couldn't care less where she was, or the fact that no one was paying attention to her.  She didn't need it to feed her ego.  She casually scans the crowd before walking over toward the open bar.  Delia can't seem to take her eyes off of this woman, and she taps Fabi on the arm rapidly before pointing in the girl's direction.

Delia:  Fabi...?  Who is z'at?

Fabi:  Who?  Amber Rose?  Girl...

Delia:  Duh, no, not Amber Rose. Of Course I know Amber Rose.  I'm talking about z'e Queen of z'e County Fair over z'ere...

Fabi looks around for someone who wasn't dressed in the latest fashions.  This was like playing "Where Is Waldo" for her, until her eyes rest on the girl who leans against the bar, sipping on the thin red straw in her drink.  Fabi's eyes light up as she quickly stands up, flicking water at Delia, causing her to flinch and scoff as she tries to flick it all back off.

Fabi:  That's the girl I was telling you about.  Celeste North.  Hey, Celeste!  Over here!

Fabi shouts as she jumps and and down, waving her arms around in the air.  The girl catches sight of this, the corner of her mouth curling up into a smile  She casually walks up to Fabi, placing her lips to the side of her face, kissing the air, before repeating the same on the other side of her face.  Fabi does the same, and then skips all formalities, pulling her in for a tight hug as she squeals.  Celeste simply blinks as her eyes rest on Delia for a second, something piquing her own curiosity, though she's too cool for school, and won't admit it.

Celeste:  Fabi... it's great to see you.  I told you I wasn't doing the modeling thing anymore, so I don't know why you invited me to this Bulimia freak show.

Fabi:  Oh my gawd, Cece... You can't call my other friends a Bulimia freak show.  Especially in front of the hostess of the party.  Talk about rudeness...

Celeste looks over to Delia, and though her expression doesn't show any remorse, she offers an apology, one that hits too close to home for Delia's own comfort.

Celeste:  Sorry bout it...

Delia:  You know, every time someone says z'at, I get paid a dollar and ninety-six cents.  Seriously.

Celeste opens her mouth as if silently saying "ahhh" as she nods her head.  She runs her hand down her dress as she lets the red straw hang loosely from her lip.  She can't stop staring at Delia, though she chooses to ignore her as she speaks to Fabi.

Celeste:  Chad wants to hit the casinos while we're here, so I don't know how long I'm going to stay.  But, I said I'd be here so... here I am.  Lame...

Celeste begins to walk off slowly, as if waiting for Fabi to chase after her.  Fabi looks back to Delia with an apologetic glare.

Fabi:  I'm gonna go show her around the room a little bit, but I'll be right back, kay?

Fabi nods her head in reassurance.  Delia rolls her eyes a Fabi chases after her friend.  She leans in to talk to her as Celeste looks back over her shoulder.  She gives Delia one last glare, almost as if tempting her into some sort of game.  Delia catches a hint of this and it rubs her in a strange way.  She maintains eye contact for a moment until Celeste turns back to Fabi.  Delia looks around, seeing this enormous group of international models, and other aspects of fame, and she can't help but feel completely alone right now.  She stands up from the edge of the pool and she picks up her shoes, walking through the crowd toward the door.  As she makes it inside, "Blame" by Calvin Harris, featuring John Newman begins playing.  As much as she loves the artist, she just needs to retreat for a moment.  She walks straight to her room, pushing the door open, but as she does, she hears two men moaning.  Her mouth hangs open in shock as she shakes her head, rolling her eyes.  She leaves the door open, but the intimate pair doesn't seem to care.  Delia walks across the crowded open dining area to another bedroom.  She jiggles the handle and then jams her shoulder into the door, popping it open.  She closes it behind her as she leans against the door, sinking down to the ground.  Across the room is Delia's father, Christopher Darling.  He is watching an old noir film on the big screen television, but turns to see the intruder, seeing it to be his daughter.

Chris:  Ma petit, are you feeling alright?  Is it time for your medication?

Delia sighs as she brushes her chestnut hair out of her face, and tucks it behind her ears.  She just stares silently at her father for a few seconds as she tries to formulate the words to describe what she's feeling.

Delia:  No, I'm fine, it's just... I don't feel as z'ough I belong at my own party.  After z'e weeked I had, I felt I deserved a Wednesday night party wi's my model friends, but... it feels like I am someone's "plus one" instead of z'e hostess.

Chris:  Maybe you don't.  Did z'is ever occur to you?

Delia:  Um, no?  It's not like I'm so irrelevant troll.  I'm Delia Darling.

Chris stands up from the brown leather couch and walks over to Delia.  The fact that he is in his underpants and a Mean Girls t-shirt (with all members but Delia and Mercedes marked out with a black marker) is a bit disturbing to Delia, but not enough to go out there and face this crowd.  Chris sits down next to Delia on the floor as he tries to cradle her head against his chest, but this is just a little too much for her.  Chris shrugs and then retorts.

Chris:  You have been focusing a lot on your wrestling career over z'e last year or so.  You haven't done a photoshoot since Denmark, mon's ago.  You made a big enemy in z'e modeling world in Veronique.

Delia:  Ugh, not helping papa.

Chris:  It is z'e tru's.  I mean, I have barely seen you since January, so imagine your non-wrestling friends.  As time goes on, people change, and z'ey grow apart sometimes.

Delia sniffles a bit, thinking about this.  Her father was right.  As time goes on, she has grown distant to pretty much everyone, shy of Mercedes and Despayre.  They were the only people she spoke to on a regular basis.  She was always a social person, so this has been especially difficult.

Chris:  You are entitled to a break, darling.  It doesn't mean you have lost anys'ing, but you need time to take care of yourself.  You wanted to be a champion in wrestling, and now you are.  No one blames you for doing z'is.

Delia:  But, I... I miss my friends.  Is z'is really what I want?  I mean, it never mattered much because I had Veronica, Angelica, and Mercedes... and z'en Amanda.  I had Liz, Tessa, and Alex... I had so many friends on z'e road.

Chris:  And now instead of so many good friends, you have one best friend.  Someone who proved to you z'at z'ey aren't just looking to gain somes'ing from your friendship.  She gave up just as much as you when she sided wi's you.

Delia wants to argue this somewhat, because she couldn't bare the thought that Mercedes could possibly feel the same way she does right now.  The thought of Mercedes depending on Delia had just now sunk in.  Of course she knew she depended on Mercedes, but the mutuality of it sink in now, causing Delia to sniffle once more.  She reaches up with her good hand and wipes a tear from her eye.

Delia:  I know, papa... I just wonder if I am good enough.  I don't know if I am a good friend.  I mean, I push everyone away when I feel stressed.  I am too proud to ask for help.  I am so used to being independent.  I mean... I am so far out of my comfort zone, and I'm not sure I'm strong enough to keep going.

Chris doesn't give Delia a choice this time as he pulls her head against his chest.  He runs his fingers through her hair, knowing this soothes her.  She doesn't fight it this time.  He shushes her for a moment as she lets a few tears drop down her cheek and onto her arm.

Chris:  You are strong, my precious Cordelia.  You have done so much on your own.  It is unlike you to shrink back from a challenge.  You will do just fine against Veronique and Amanda.

Delia:  I haven't trained or sparred in like a mon's.  I'm not sure if I can actually handle it all, and wi's Angelica lurking around... I'm just not sure.

Chris:  Z'en train.  Spar wi's someone.  You can afford z'e best trainers on z'e planet, anyone you choose.  And if you don't win, z'en you have more options...

Delia nods her head, when suddenly a thought occurs to her.  She seems to calm down with this thought, and a sort of smile comes over her face, through her tear soaked cheeks.  Chris smiles at this as Delia leans up and kisses her father on the cheek.  She quickly stands up and opens the door, exiting quickly as Chris is left to wonder exactly what he did to fix the problem.  He shrugs her shoulders as he walks back over to the leather couch.
[*Fade*]



"The best choices in life are usually the most difficult.  There is no gain when there is no pain.  You have to face the difficulty in life if you wish to become stronger." -Delia, darling if you must...


S.C.E.N.E. T.H.R.E.E. -- All Apologies
LOCALE: Suburbs of Las Vegas, Nevada


"That was 'Last Friday' by Robert Scorpio, here on Now 104.3, and up next, we've got 'Blank Space' by... you got it!"

The familiar Taylor Swift song begins playing as the radio DJ continues on.  However, Delia can barely focus on that as she pulls into what appears to be a slightly upscale neighborhood somewhere in the suburbs of Las Vegas.  She slows down as the neighborhood kids run around, enjoying this summer day, using water guns on each other as they run through the neatly manicured lawns.  Delia looks out for her destination, though her mind is in about a thousand other places right now.  She turns onto the next street, following it down to the stop sign.  She waits for a group of elderly walkers to cross, waving to them as they do the same to her.  She smiles softly, before slowly turning the corner and pulling up to the curb.  She puts the car into park before turning it off.  However, she doesn't quite want to get out of the car yet.  She sits there for a moment, contemplating if this was even a good idea.  She places her fingers on the keys in the ignition, ready to turn it back on, when she stops.  She takes a deep breath, and then pulls the keys from the ignition, sliding them into her purse.  She opens the door and slowly gets out.  She is dressed much more casual than usual, her natural chestnut hair flowing in the light breeze.  She is wearing a pair of form fitting jean shorts and an SCW tank top with tasteful black high heel boots.  She clutches her purse against her as she closes the door to her car.  Taking a deep breath, she straightens out her shirt before turning to look at the house... the red brick home with black shutters... a house we've seen many times in the past, and have come to know it as the home of Spike Staggs!  Delia lowers her head as she walks up the walkway.  Her sunglasses are on as always, and dressed this way, she almost doesn't seem recognizable.  She walks onto the porch and then rings the doorbell.  She folds her arms together in front of herself as she waits.  Everything in her wants to turn around and run back to her car, but she's ready for this, or as ready as she will ever be.

The sound of a baby crying gets closer and closer as she hears footsteps approaching from within the house.  She leans up as the front door opens, and we see Vixen standing at the door with a baby boy in a St. Louis Cardinal's onesie and bib.  Vixen stares at Delia, almost not recognizing her.

Vixen:  Can I help you?

Delia:  Well, I, um... Is...

As soon as Delia speaks, Vixen's eyes narrow and she slams the door right in Delia's face.  Delia laughs nervously at this before giving it a second.  She then rings the doorbell once again, folding her arms in front of her politely once more.  A few seconds pass before Vixen opens the door, this time with force, and no baby in her arms.

Vixen:  Was I not clear enough before?  You're not welcome in my home, chienne.

Vixen's French-Canadian accent is thick as she spits venom at Delia in the form of French vulgarity.  Delia bows her head politely.

Delia:  I... I deserve z'at.

Vixen leans against the doorway.  Though she is angry, she keeps her voice low enough not to draw any attention from anyone inside of the house.

Vixen:  Oh, you deserve a lot more than that, Delia.

Delia:  Most definitely.  You deserve to snap me in two, right here, right now.  I was... horrible... to you.

Vixen chuckles, though there is sinister intent in her laugh.  She rolls her eyes and turns back to make sure that Spike isn't within earshot of any of this.  Once she's sure, she steps outside, gently closing the door behind her, but leaving it cracked ever so slightly in case she is needed inside.  She steps up to the taller Delia, looking deep into her eyes with fire in her own.

Vixen:  I'm a big girl, and I can take anything you dish out to me, and so much more.  But, do you know who was not a big girl?  Hm?  Eden.  That...

Vixen nearly shakes with anger at the mentioning of this.  She lets out a nervous laugh, afraid that she might be on the verge of losing it, but the laugh seems to aliviate the pressure somewhat so that she might continue.

Vixen:  ... that was unforgivable, Delia.  She's just a little girl, and you kidnapped her.

Delia:  Well... kidnapping might be a bit of a strong word, but...

Vixen:  I would say it's pretty accurate, actually.  It might even be an understatement.  You forced her to sit down with you while you trashed someone she looks up to, in the most vulgar way.  She had nightmares about that for weeks, and if she were here right now, I would call the cops to get rid of you.  But, since I hear you've turned over a new leaf, I'm going to ask you nicely, once more, to leave...

Delia looks back toward her car, contemplating leaving, but she turns back to Vixen, unfolding her arms as she puffs her chest out confidently.  She straightens her back up and sighs.

Delia:  I came here because I have some s'ings to say, and I feel I should say z'em before I leave.  Would you afford me z'e opportunity.

Vixen:  What?  No!

Vixen can't believe Delia's audacity as she laughs in response.  She steps up to Delia, but Delia takes a step back as well, holding her hands up in a sort of surrender.

Delia:  I didn't come here to be confrontational, but I want to apologize to you, Spike, and Tim for everys'ing I've done.  I feel genuinely sorry for all of it.  I guess I felt I had to impress z'at wicked bitch, Veronica, so I did... s'ings... I am not proud of, and my biggest regrets of all are s'ings done to z'is family.  I want you to know z'at I am so... so sorry.

Delia purses her lips together, sniffling a bit.  She reaches up and wipes at her eyes.  The tear are real as is evident by the watery mascara residue on her finger.  She adjusts her glasses, sniffling once more.  Before Vixen has the chance to enjoy this any further, the door opens up and Spike steps out onto the porch, looking a bit confused at this.  He has both twins in his arms as he studies the person and immediately, he gets what is going on.  Though, trying to remain calm with the babies in his arms, he looks to Vixen and speaks in a low tone.

Spike:  What is going on out here, ladies?

There is a silence as Vixen glares at Delia, almost as if having a silent conversation with Spike, who seems to be getting every bit of what she is saying with body language.  Spike hands Kit to Vixen, as he glares at Delia as well.

Spike:  It would probably be best if you left, Delia.

Delia:  Yes, I imagine it would.  But, as I was telling Vixen, I came here to apologize for everys'ing I've done to your family.  It has been quite a while, and I assumed while cooler heads prevail, I could express it to z'e bo's of you.  From z'e bottom of my heart, I am truly sorry for all of it.

Spike:  Yeah... *chuckles* I don't believe your charade.  Not even one bit.  Sell some more t-shirts, and feed off of the trusting, but ever so fickle fans, but don't expect me to believe you've changed.

Delia sighs, breaking her confident stance.  She looks back toward her car once more, feeling it pulling at her almost.  She bounces on her foot as she waves at her face from the effects of the hot sun flaring over the horizon.

Delia:  I would have expected you to be more reasonable, Spike.  You forgave people for a lot less, and z'ey weren't truly sorry as I am.

Spike:  Oh... you're sorry alright.  Look, I don't know what your motive is here, but I'm not in the mood for bullshit right now.  You did the one thing Mark Ward could never do, and you got rid of me and NXT.  You shoved me out the door completely.  Honestly, I should thank you, but you're too vile even for my sarcasm.

Delia:  You're right.  Trust me, I've beaten myself up over all of z'is for mon's now.  As a matter of fact, I've beaten myself up over z'is since it happened last year.  I don't know what else I can do besides apologize.

Spike seems to pick up on her sincerity, causing him to loosen up slightly, though he remains cold in his stance.  Delia takes her sunglasses off, tucking them into her shirt as she shows off her true vulnerability.  She shrugs her shoulders.

Delia:  I'm going to make you an offer, a one time deal.  If you afford me fifteen minutes of your time to discuss a possible business proposition, no more apologies, because I am not a broken record, I am Delia Darling...

Spike:  Business...?  I'm listening.

Vixen:  You can't be serious.

Spike looks to Vixen, shrugging his shoulders as they say a few more things to one another via body language.  This brings a glimmer of hope to Delia's eyes.

Delia:  I want you to train me, Spike.  You are z'e best trainer in z'e business as I understand.  You just need a student wi's z'e potential

Vixen:  No... no!

Spike:  What do I get in return.  You don't have anything to offer me besides money, and as I once told Mark Ward, I'm not for sale.

Delia holds her hands up, pointing a finger in the air, as if she were about to drop a bombshell of an offer on them.

Delia:  Wi's no reprecussions... if you allow me fifteen minutes to speak to you about z'is... I will stand by and allow Vixen to slap me as hard as she wants, for your enjoyment.

Spike smiles wickedly at the thought, but it fades quickly as he shakes his head.

Spike:  No... I don't think she would go for...

Before Spike can finish what he is saying, Vixen hands Kit back over to Spike, and in one fluid motion, she hauls off and slaps Delia so hard that Delia spins around, nearly falling off of the porch.  She is shocked, her eyes bugged out, as she clutches her cheek.  She scoffs, but doesn't protest it too much.  She shakes it off and then straightens her shirt out as she prepares to enter their home.  However, before she can take three steps, Vixen repeats the slap, this time, knocking Delia off of the porch and into the bushes.  Delia kicks her heels as she struggles to get back to her feet.

Delia:  What?!?  I said ONE!

Vixen shrugs her shoulders and winks at Spike, though she is clearly still hesitant.  Vixen takes the twins back in her arms as she walks into the house.  Spike laughs as he watches Delia struggle for a moment before shaking his head.  He walks over to the bush to help Delia back onto her feet.
[*Fade*]



"We are all creatures of destiny.  We can fight it all we want, but we will always come back around to what we were meant to do." -Delia, darling if you must...


S.C.E.N.E. F.O.U.R. -- Synchronicity
LOCALE: Sunset Boulevard; Beverly Hills, California


"Are you sure you really wanna do this, Deelz?"

The bright California sun shines down upon Delia and Mercedes as they walk across the neatly kept sidewalk, adjacent to Sunset Boulevard.  Delia passes a security guard, flashing a form of identification at him as he nods, pressing a button to cause a wrought iron gate to begin opening.  Delia holds her hands in front of her, clutching her purse against her body.  Her hair is done in a straight, blonde free-flowing style that gently waves in the breeze, and a fun sundress with Japanese Cherry Blossom print on it, with black pumps.  Mercedes has her usual hair style, but looks stunning in a form fitting aqua dress.  She blows a kiss to the security guard, waving at him as a blush comes over his cheeks.  Delia giggles and whispers to Mercedes, but Mercedes just shrugs and winks back at him.

Delia:  Look who learned to be flirty...

Mercedes:  He's cute... but how long do you think it will be until someone realizes we don't belong?

Delia waves off Mercedes' concerns as she tucks the identification back into her purse.  She lets the purse hang at her side as they approach a white brick building that seems to be much more well kept than the surrounding areas.  Delia waves kindly to the doorman as he opens the door for the pair.

Doorman:  Ms. Darling, Ms. Vargas.  Long time, no see.

Mercedes appears to be slightly nervous, which says a lot for the stoic Bombshell.  Delia gently nudges her with an elbow, smiling sweetly as she looks directly at the doorman, pausing for a brief pleasantry.

Delia:  Yes, Clint, it has been quite some time.  Sin City Wrestling has been on a World Tour, so we have not had time to stop by recently.

Doorman:  Well, it is great to see you both.  Where are Amanda, Angelica and Veronica?

A smile creeps across Delia's face as she simply chuckles, waving off the compliment as if she is surprised he would need to ask such a question.  Deep inside, however, she is relieved to hear that they are not here.

Delia:  Oh, you know Veronica... she can't resist a day of shopping.  I just wanted to come back and rest my hand.  Mercy and I have a big match coming up in a few days.

Clint:  I'll have to tune in.  Who are you facing?

Mercedes nearly stomps on Delia's foot, trying to urge her to move along, but Delia places a hand on Mercedes' shoulder, letting her know it is alright.  She flashes a polite smile at the older gentleman with the Midwest accent.

Delia:  Oh, just some basic, busted, ratchet whores... Business as usual, I assure...

Clint:  Well, good luck.  It has been months since I tuned in.

Mercedes:  Clearly...

Mercedes does a fake friendly laugh as she pulls Delia along.  Clint gives a suspicious look in their direction, though he simply raises a hand to wave at them.

Clint:  I'll be cheering for you...

Delia:  You better, bitch...

Delia blows him a kiss, flattering the gentleman as he returns to his post.  Mercedes drags Delia along toward the elevator rapidly punching the "up" button.  Delia scoffs as she turns Mercedes to face her.

Delia:  Five G's... Good Gawd Girl Get a Grip!  

Mercedes:  I'm sorry if almost getting caught ten times in ten seconds has be a little worried.  This is serious.

Delia:  If anys'ing, Clint hates Veronica as much as we do, so it's whatever.  But, could you have been any more obvious?

Mercedes goes to respond, but the elevator door opens, and Delia brushes past her.  Mercedes follows inside and Delia presses the number eight button.  The door closes behind them as they begin their journey.

Delia:  Look, it's going to be fine.  We're just here for a quick visit, z'at is all, darling.  

Mercedes:  Yeah, like I believe that.  Not even for a second.

Delia shrugs as they hit the eighth floor and the door opens.  The two exit from the elevator, making their way down the hallway, all the way to the end there they hit a second elevator door.  Delia pulls out the identification card once more, sliding it into a slot next to the door.  As she pulls it back, a green light and a pleasant tone pop up as the door opens.  They walk inside, and Mercedes seems to ease up some now, pressing the button to close the door.  They have a much shorter trip this time before the door opens, leading down a short hallway.  Delia nearly squeals with joy as she charges down the hallway.  Mercedes casually follows behind her until they reach the door.  Delia pulls a key ring out, opening the door just a crack.

Delia:  Are you ready?

Mercedes:  Ready as I'll ever be...

Mercedes brushes past Delia, opening the door all the way.  They walk inside, and stare around in amazement.  The walls are a deep salmon pink, with black and white furry seating in front of a large window.  They look around at the wall, showing off extra large posters of Veronica Taylor, Angelica, and Amanda Cortez.  This gives away the location to be the Mean Girls clubhouse.  Delia looks over a few paces to see the poster of Mercedes Vargas, painted up to look like a clown, with the phrase "uggo" written underneath.  Delia lets out a hearty chuckle, though Mercedes doesn't find the same charm to be involved.

Mercedes:  What maturity...

Delia:  Z'is is Veronica Taylor we're talking about.  Since she was a fat cow as a teenager, she is living out her adulthood as Regina George.

Delia studies the defaced poster of herself, bruises drawn onto her face, a couple of her teeth blacked out, and something that is supposed to be random French that spells out "I sont des cornichons sales"  Delia chuckles once more as she points to this.

Delia:  I "are" dirty pickles?  It's just sad really, but whatever helps z'em sleep at night, no?

Delia sets her purse down on the nearest black furry chair as she walks around, soaking in the beauty of the clubhouse.  It really had been too long since she had been here, so she was taking her time drinking it in.  She walks over to the large window overlooking Sunset Boulevard, sighing at the beauty of it all.  She turns around to see the defaced posters of Liz Smalls, Tessa Flannigan, and Mz. Holly Wood, giving her a brief memory of the old days, but it is a fleeting moment as Mercedes pulls out a bottle of champagne, popping the cork.  Without even looking for a glass, she takes a sip straight from the bottle.

Delia:  Ugh, rude much?

Delia scolds Mercedes who shrugs in response.  Delia shakes her head in disgust, before taking the bottle from Mercedes' hand.  She takes a large gulp, letting out a loud belch that almost startles Mercedes before making her laugh a bit.  Delia hands the bottle back as she covers her mouth in a faux showing of manners that is only momentary.

Delia:  Look, we didn't bring the camera with us for nos'ing.  Can we move z'is along, Mercy?

Mercedes:  Me?  You're the one procrastinating.

Delia:  Oh, whatever wi's you...

Delia turns to face the camera as she slowly backs up to the chair with her purse.  She collapses on the chair, making herself at home as she stretches out, finding the sweet spot in it.  Once satisfied, she brings her foot up onto the couch, letting the other dangle off of the side.

Delia:  Mean Girls clubhouse... it truly has been too long, darlings...  I wish I could say I love what you've done wi's z'e place, but unfortunately, Veronica Taylor lacks originality.  Z'at is what I brought to z'e Mean Girls.

Mercedes sits down in a nearby chair, taking another drink from the bottle before turning her attention to Delia.

Delia:  Wi'sout me, Mean Girls are just a hot mess.  Z'ey are nos'ing.  As I brought originality, Mercedes brought talent.  Somes'ing I learned greatly from.  Veronica brought ego, and Amanda brought... what did she bring?

Mercedes:  Besides the onslaught of the English language?

Delia:  Burn...

Delia licks her finger and reaches back toward Mercedes, making a sizzling sound with her mouth before slowly retracting it.

Delia:  Angelica brought... well, she brought z'e idea to rip off a movie z'at came out over ten years ago, and z'at is about all.  See, when z'e Mean Girls kicked Mercedes an myself out of z'e circle, z'ey lost anys'ing z'at set z'em apart from z'e stereotype.  Now, z'ey are just ditzy, bitchy models.  Nos'ing more.  Sales of Mean Girls merchandise took a serious nosedive while Jealous Janis merchandise spiked.  Do you see where I'm going wi's z'is?

Mercedes:  It's obvious.  People hate the Mean Girls.  They don't love to hate them, either.  They just generally despise them.

Delia:  Right?  We owe z'em s'anks, because z'ey basically rescued us from z'e sinking ship, no?

Delia waits for some kind of verbal response, while she can't see Mercedes nodding her head.  After a moment, Delia proceeds.

Delia:  Don't get me wrong.  Some habits die hard.  Z'ere is one s'ing I have missed most about being a Mean Girl.

Delia reaches into her purse, pulling out a pink bound book with ranson lettering on the cover, spelling out "Burn Book".  A wide, almost sadistic grin comes over her face as she waves the book around as if rubbing it in their faces.

Delia:  Z'at's right, bitches!  I took z'is wi's me when I was kicked out.  I looked at everys'ing I've put in z'is book since Angelica turned it over to me just over a year ago, and some of z'e s'ings I put in here are just... terrible.  I have been tempted to release my tensions into it, but no one seemed truly deserving of it.  Z'at is... until about a week and a half ago when s'ree cowards attacked me in z'e Bombshell Locker Room, breaking my middle finger.  Z'en, it became very clear what needed to be done.

Delia pulls out three photos from her purse, along with a pink sharpie marker and a purple glue stick.  She taps the photos on the Burn Book before lifting the first one up for the camera to see.

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She removes the cap from the glue stick and runs it across the back of the photo.  Using her one good hand, she gently presses the photo into the book before biting off the cap of the maker.  She spits it to her side as she begins scribbling next to the picture.  After a few seconds, she turns the book around to show the words "Dirty whore."

Delia:  Trust me, I know it is a basic insult, but she is a basic bitch, so she deserves no more.  And I mean, how fitting is it?  She sucked a dick to get me a contract wi's Sin City Wrestling.  She sucked a dick to get just about everys'ing she's ever gotten in SCW.  When I met her, she tried to sleep wi's me.  If anyone ever calls Amanda Cortez a whore, z'ey need to take a look at Angelica.  She sets z'e standard for whores across z'e world.  She likes to act like she is responsible for z'e Mean Girls being what z'ey were, but really, I made all of z'e important calls since I entered.  Angelica showed me a few basic moves, but it is only a small portion of what I learned during my time in wrestling.  I could beat her blindfolded, wi's bo's arms tied behind my back.  She is wors'less, so she is in like minded company.  While I could go on for hours about her, I won't bore everyone wi's minor details, which is her career in a nutshell.  I've got bigger fish to fry as z'ey say...

Delia looks to Mercedes who feigns a yawn, gently tapping at her lips before taking another sip from the champagne bottle.  Delia pulls up the next picture, slowly turning it around and waving it with a sweet smile on her face.

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Delia pastes it into the Burn Book slowly before picking the marker up once more.  She scribbles quickly onto the page before setting the marker down to turn the book around once more, revealing the word "Idiot" printed on the page.

Delia:  Amanda Cortez is a moron.  Z'is much is clear.  She says she is z'e best, and s'inks she can defeat me on any given day.  Hunty, I pinned you in z'e middle of z'e ring wi's more integrity z'an z'e majority of your matches since last December.  Z'e sad part is z'at Mercedes clobbered you wi's a chair before I pinned you.  Yet, it was still more honorable z'an any win you've gotten since joining z'e Mean Girls.

Mercedes:  She just couldn't stand the fact that you and I turned their tactics around on her, and it cost her the match.  Turnabout is fair play.

Delia:  Exactly, but you can't convince stupid.  Stupid believes what stupid is taught, and nos'ing can change it.  Amanda believes she is God's gift to wrestling, yet who has z'e Bombshell Tag Team Championships?  Is it her and Veronica?  No, it's Mercedes Vargas and Delia Darling.  Not because we had to cheat to win, but because we outwrestled you.  Z'at makes twice in two weeks, darling.  Call it a fluke win all you like, but facts are facts.

Delia props the book up against her chest as she leans back, almost seductively as if drifting off into thought.

Delia: See, a smart person would have followed me out of the Mean Girls locker room z'at day.  A smart person would have done what Mercedes did, because a smart person knows z'at Delia Darling...

Delia lifts one hand up high into the air, cupping her hand to show a plateau.

Delia:  ... is above...

Delia takes her hand that is in the cast, and she places it just a few inches above her stomach.

Delia:  ... Veronica Taylor.  It is as true as one plus one being equal to two.  Basic deduction should have told you z'at Veronica Taylor and her impulsive reactions would sink Mean Girls, and eventually cost you z'e tag titles.  But, z'e stupidity doesn't stop z'ere.  See, Mercedes and I decided to turn over a new leaf.  We decided we wanted to be better people, and we gave you a chance to walk away, and act as if us and Mean Girls had never been a s'ing.  What did you two do?  You came out and cost Mercedes her opportunity at z'e Bombshell Championship.  Z'e title z'at z'e watered down version of myself went on to win.  So, in essence, you cost her a Bombshell Championship reign.  You z'en went on to... *chuckles* to challenge me over Twitter.  Yeah, we saw how z'at turned out... but, we clearly stated z'at you could walk away from everys'ing wi's no reprecussions should you and Veronica play fair.  Of course, z'at was too much to ask, because you were flailing against me, and Veronica had no choice but to try to save you.  Too little, too late, I'm afraid.  But, z'e fact is z'at you ignored our second warning.

Delia looks down to her purse, trying to resist the opportunity to rub something into the faces of Veronica Taylor and Amanda Cortez, but she just can't.  She reaches into her purse and pulls out her half of the Bombshell Tag Team Championships, holding the leather strap up in the air for them to take in.

Delia:  We went on z'e very next week to take z'ese from you.  You were stupid enough to s'ink z'at we would not react.  You, of all people, should have known better, Mandy.  You have seen what I was capable of, and honestly, it was z'e only reason you joined Mean Girls to begin wi's.  You declared a war on us, and we responded in kind.  Sorry bout it...

Delia lets the belt linger in the bright sunlight for a moment longer before resting it on the arm of the chair, still very visible in the camera shot.  She takes the last photo, and anyone could guess who it is of.

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Delia quickly repeats the process of pasting the picture inside, and scribbling something into the book with the pink marker.  She holds it out for a second to admire her handiwork before smirking and turning the book around to show that she has written "Suffers from Narcissistic Personality Disorder... A Former Fatty".  Delia winks before setting the book down against her chest once more.  Mercedes snickers as she reads the message, and Delia continues on.

Delia:  Veronica Taylor is z'e first person to tell you what is wrong wi's you.  Unfortunately, she can't see her own flaws.  She goes on about how beautiful she is while putting os'ers down.  Z'ese are classic tell tale signs of Narcissistic Personality Disorder.  Since you are not smart enough to know what z'at means, Ronnie, allow me to explain.  Narcissistic Personality Disorder is characterized by a long-standing pattern of grandiosity, eis'er in fantasy or actual behavior, an overwhelming need for admiration, and usually a complete lack of empas'y toward os'ers. People wi's z'is disorder often believe z'ey are of primary importance in everybody’s life or to anyone z'ey meet.

Mercedes:  So, Veronica Taylor in a nutshell.  Cool, is her picture next to the definition?

Delia:  It is in z'e Burn Book...

Delia snickers as she reaches across to Mercedes, grabbing onto her hand in a showing of cohesiveness, and also to celebrate her small quip.  She returns her hand back to her lap as she continues on with her roast of Veronica Taylor.

Delia:  You see, Veronica... you like to believe z'e world revolves around you, because when you were younger, you were overweight.  You probably had pimples and coke bottle glasses, but since you burned all evidence of your ratchetness, z'is is merely speculation.  What has been confirmed is z'at you used to be a hefty girl, and were a victim of bullying in school.  See, normally I would feel sorry for someone who went s'rough such s'ings, but I do believe you have more z'an made up for z'is.  Z'ere is a reason nobody likes you, and it is because you have amplified what z'ose girls did to you in school by like... a million times.  As you liked to put it back when we were friends... You used to be ugly.  But now?  You're gorgeous, right?

Delia lets out a loud buzzing sound with her mouth, before shaking her head from side to side.  She gives a stern look to the camera as she continues on.

Delia:  Wrong, Ronnie.  You are z'e ugliest person I have ever met, honestly.  Don't get me wrong, you are pretty.  You have z'e most beautiful blue eyes.  Your skin is pretty flawless, somes'ing not even I can boast about since Twisted Sister ironed my face out like it was a pair of slacks.  You keep your hair looking on point, and sometimes I s'ink you wake up looking as if you've just come from a salon.  Your make up is perfection, always.  Your outfits... well, z'ey are no Delia Darling originals, but z'ey are always stylish and z'is season.  So, if all of z'is is true, z'en how can you be z'e ugliest person I've ever met.  Please, brace yourself, because I am about to drop an abstract concept on you, somes'ing you do not do well wi's...

Delia pauses, holding her arms out as if to help build the anticipation.  She gives a silent count down, nodding her head with each tick of the internal clock, until finally she drops her hands slowly as she proceeds.

Delia:  You are hideous on z'e inside.  You are a terrible person, and no amount of bullying or being raised by a mos'er who was just as terrible as you are could justify your actions.  Even when I was being a total bitch to anyone and everyone, I knew it was wrong, but for you?  It is like second nature to you.  You are disgusting, and you don't even know it.  Z'at is z'e only reason you have someone like Giani Di Luca, because he uses his own victim mentality to justify his douchebaggery.  You are a match made in heaven.

Delia pauses for a moment as she gets choked up on her words.  She doesn't want to go off on a tangent right now, so she stops herself, honing her train of thought and focusing on the timeline she has in her head.

Delia:  You know, when I decided to wrestle, it was because of you, Veronica.  You inspired me to learn to wrestle.  A little history lesson for people... I used to wrestle for New York Divas Wrestling.  It was z'e closest I could get to Sin City Wrestling wi's z'e roster cap at z'e time.  It was a short stint, and I wasn't nearly as good as I am now, but... I joined, because I wanted to tear Veronica Taylor down.  I wanted to destroy her bland modeling history in comparison to my own.  I wanted to take her down and rid z'e wrestling world of her.  It was really my one and only reason for joining wrestling.  But, after a sabbatical, and a few conversations wi's Angelica... s'ings turned out differently.  I built z'e dynasty known as z'e Mean Girls.  You can ask anyone, and z'ey will tell you z'e same s'ing.  I wanted to play nice so z'at we might continue our dominance, and soon, you just left my radar altoges'er

Delia lets her hand soar slowly through the air until it passes over her head and behind her.

Delia:  You were, and still are, nos'ing to me.  Nos'ing but a pest.  Mercy and I took your tag titles, z'e only s'ing keeping you important.  On Sunday, we're going to defeat you and keep z'em, so you will be forced to step it up and do somes'ing important, or you will fade into obscurity.  Z'at is not some arrogant, empty s'reat.  It is a fact z'at everyone knows.  Z'ere is no way in hell z'at you will defeat us.  Not wi's all of z'e chairs at ringside.  Not wi's all of z'e mirrors in z'e shiek's palace.  Not wi's every bottle of Veronica's Secret in z'e world.  We know your game better z'an anyone, and we will be prepared for all of it, and so much more.  So, do me a favor, Ronnie.  Get in z'at gym wi's Angelica, and train.  Train you little ass off.  Bring somes'ing we are not prepared for... an actual fight.  Z'en, and only z'en, will you two stand a chance against us and take back z'e titles.

Delia holds the title up one more.  She gently closes the Burn Book, setting it to the side.  She stands up from the chair, and she straightens out her dress prim and proper.  She ties the belt around her waist, giving a half twirl from left to right, and then right to left to show off the belt.  Mercedes puts her belt around her waist as the two raise their hands together, showing unity.  Delia picks up the Burn Book and her purse as they turn toward the door.  Delia stops, causing Mercedes to stop as well.  She slowly turns back to the camera, holding her finger up as if to say "and just one more thing..."

Delia:  ... If you need a little drive for your training, I s'ink I might be able to help you some...

Delia pulls the champagne bottle from Mercedes' hand, and she hurls it right at the poster of Veronica, causing it to warp a little, with shards of glass sticking out from it.  Mercedes gets a gleeful smile on her face.  However, Delia is not finished.  She walks over to the wall and rips Veronica and Amanda's posters off of the wall.  She crumbles them up and stomps viciously on them as she roars in fury.  Mercedes laughs almost maniacally as she knocks a vase off of a nearby table, shattering it.  Delia walks over to the memorial case of all of the Mean Girls accomplishments, and she dumps it over, causing it to shatter, spilling the contest over the floor.  Delia then grabs a large shard of glass from the ground and she walks over to the couches, stabbing them violently as she rips them apart.  Stuffing flies everywhere as Mercedes walks along the walls, knocking anything and everything in her path to the ground.  She comes to a table with an inactive champagne fountain, and she knocks it over, shattering all of the glasses in her wake.  Delia picks up a wooden chair and slams it into the wall, causing the legs to stick into it.  The chair hangs there, as Delia walks over to the trophy case on the ground.  She pulls the Burn Book out as well as a lighter.  She lights the Burn Book on fire and watches as it quickly catches flame.  She drops the book onto the broken trophy case.  Mercedes tosses something through the large glass door leading to the deck where there is a hot tub.  Delia walks to the remainder of the door, knocking it out as she walks through it.  She walks to the hot tub, and climbs the stairs.  Mercedes looks a little awkwardly at Delia, who drops her panties to the ground.

Mercedes:  I'm all for destruction, but...  Oh, god...

Delia:  Z'e posters!  Now!

Mercedes squints in confusion, but Delia's urgency prompts her to grab them.  She runs them out to Delia, still keeping her head turns.  Delia drops them into the inactive hot tub, squatting down as the camera quickly turns away.  However, the tickling sound that soon follows tells us exactly what she is doing.  It is a clear omen of what Delia plans to do to Veronica and Amanda at Into The Void IV.  As the tinkling tapers off, Mercedes shakes her head, pressing a button on the camera that causes the screen to slowly go black.
[*Fade*]

[Lament Broom]

  Well, well well I know its been quiet without me on twitter, I know all of you think its going to be such a happy thing like you are going to chase me out of this business? Hell I hate to break it to you but your not going to chase me anywhere. Your not scary enough, I mean your ugly enough but your not worth much. I mean I have been dealing with this type of jealousy for years since I started here in SCW I mean really lets think about it. Who came up with the Mean Girls idea that was me and Angelica, who came up with the marketing that made it powerful that would be me there. In fact without our brains there would be no Mean Girls, no Amanda Cortez who I adore, no Delia Darling because lets face it she owes her career to me, no Mercedes Vargas in SCW because really before she was a Mean Girl she was apart of that dark age of SCW Bombshells where no one was relevant.  No Tessa, No Liz Smalls, No Hollywood and none of the Jealous Janis there would be none of them.

I know what all of you are thinking how can you be so arrogant, you never won a singles title you lost your last match blah blah blah. Please shut it, ugly people should not be seen or heard from.  Like speaking of ugly Delia Darling, you somehow think your some big model star let me break this down from you? Italian Vogue been there done that, in fact I been on more magazine covers than you can think of.  However, tonight its not about that no tonights about ending the little pest known as Delia Darling.

See Delia, you act like you made the Mean Girls and you get all of these loser bombshells and people to agree with you? That does not make it true I mean you can get any moron to agree with you but really does it matter? No, because you have been chasing me for so damn long no matter how good you are or what in the end it has been and will always be all about me. All about Veronica Taylor. Your mad that my boyfriend looks better than the trolls you have dated and thats ok you have always been wanting to be me. And, my plan worked but if you think I am done with hurting you? No, I am far from done, very far indeed. Tonight you get another beating and there is nothing Mercedes can do about it. Because, she will get her turn tonight as well.

Sorry bout it

xoxo Veronica Taylor xoxox.

occ: had a rough two weeks with work and what not sorry about this rp.

[Mercedes Vargas]

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[REC•]

[Scene opens outside of the apartment of Mercedes Vargas in Queens, New York. Mercedes sits on the stoop of the entrance of her apartment, dressed down to shorts, an Argentine national team printed tank top on this summer day as she watches the biggest football tournament in South America, the Copa América, live from Chile, on her iPad. We see the national teams of Argentina and Uruguay in what was a tightly contested match up to this point, which shouldn't come as a surprise with these neighboring countries meeting for the 178th time. It's now minutes into the second half. Mercedes ran her hands through her hair and looks up at the camera.]

“I suppose Amanda Cortez and Veronica Taylor got a lot of mileage from their sneak attack on Delia and it's more than likely people want to know if I'm shocked that they pulled that stunt at Climax Control. Sure, at first I was but after a few moments I realized that you should never be surprised when people are afraid to confront someone face to face. I thought Veronica, Angelica and Amanda were better than that, but did they prove me wrong. I can understand why they did what they did and to be honest, I actually have to commend them. People will do just about anything to get noticed, even if two of the three were the founder of the brand and are now demoted to extras.”

[Mercedes glances down at her iPad and shakes her head at the lethargic performance of her team. With their head coach being sent off early in the first half after stepping on the field to argue a call, the expressions on the player's faces told the story as the game toiled on. This may not end well. Mercedes looks up at the camera

“Delia has dominated the Bombshells Division for over a year now, with an undefeated streak that will never be equaled or surpassed again, and only second to my 14-month unpinned streak. Let's also not forget, Delia, like myself, is also a longest reigning Bombshell singles champion and surpassed Gothika's reign to become the longest World Bombshell Champion. So I understand completely why Veronica and Amanda did what they did. It's a no-brainer.

[She looks up from the game and lowers her voice.]

“The funny thing is, Amanda and Veronica forgot an important lesson, and that is there is always consequences for their actions. Delia is not one to trifle with, and what those two are going to find out first hand is that their little crowning moment of awesome is going to end in a huge and embarrassing, even painful, disaster. Hold on one second.”

[Mercedes gestures with her index finger, looking down again. Argentina began their plan of attack. Quickly, they began to advance to the middle of the field and it wasn't long before Pablo Zabaleta found space on the right wing and delivered a cross which was met by a diving Sergio Aguero who steered the ball into the goal at the 56 minute mark. Mercedes pumps her fist in celebration.]

“YES!”

(Mercedes briefly pauses, looks skyward as she counts to herself then back to the camera)

“They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I hate that expression. What the hell does that even mean? Though I guess when you are Keira Fisher, I guess it kinda fits. Keira, Keira, Keira..."

[Mercedes waves a finger directly towards the camera, not in a super threatening manner, just enough to reinforce the person being addressed.]

“Don't think I've forgotten about you, pumpkin. I know you are just waiting to ruin someone's night at the supershow, ready to cash in that Queen of the Hill contract at a moment's notice, but you would be surprised to know that not a single Bombshell champion is afraid of you. In fact, they are double dog daring you to TRY and attempt that cash-in so they can rightfully embarrass you in front of the entire world. What have you got to lose?"

[She holds her hands out and looks at each one in turn to illustrate weighing her options.]

“Behind door number one is a World Bombshell Championship match. Then again, that's a little above your station. No, scratch that. That's WAAAAAY above your station. It really doesn't matter who walks out with the title, you're pretty much just begging to be made a laughingstock that night. So, uh, yeah, you might want to lower your expectations."

[As she says this, she measures her hand just above her head and promptly lowers it at the same time.]

“That leads us to door number two. The Bombshell Roulette Championship. It's a title I know pretty well. After all, I AM the longest reigning, and most defending, champion of all time. Only problem with this scenario is Crystal Hilton will be walking in champion and walking out STILL champion. And if she has to have two title matches in one night, I don't think she will have too much trouble putting you out on your ass either.

"Unless, of course, you want to try to see what's behind door number three. Oh, this one might hit a little close to home, but it really doesn't matter, right? You and Roxi Johnson in a match for the Bombshell Internet Championship. Now, that isn't to say that Amy Marshall might end up making history that night if she beats Roxi, but a match between a happily married couple? Wouldn't that equal ratings! Except, well, the last time you challenged Roxi for a title – and I happen to know this because we were all in the same company before we moved on to SCW – you fell flat on your face. Well, gee, that went really for you..."

[Mercedes shakes her head in mock pity. She didn't exactly know how Keira wounded up with that title shot in the first place in that promotion, but in the end, it didn't really matter. Mercedes sighs in content.]

“So, I guess that leaves us with door number four, and that's the World Bombshell Tag Team Championship. And I know that you have a permagrin right now. You could care less if Roxi leaves with her title or not, just as long as you cash in and get a hold of your first-ever tag team title reign. I could really see the logic here: I mean, Roxi pinned me, you also pinned me as well, so I guess that makes me kind of a target, right? Well, you keep thinking that, sweetheart. As a matter of fact, I'm not even going to act surprised if you do attempt to cash in. You'll fail, but at least you gave it the old college try.

"So, the takeaway here? You're practically screwed, no matter how you look at it, Keira. Maybe you should just stick to your little match with Traci Patterson and save yourself the trouble and that contract for another night, ESPECIALLY if you plan to ruin the World Bombshell Tag Team match."

[Mercedes shakes her head.]

“But when have you ever listened to reason, right? You defied the odds before - against the Mean Girls, at Mayhem in Morocco to win the that contract, against anyone who said you would amount to nothing in SCW. What could possibly go wrong? You've got a once in a million shot at being a champion, so I say go for it. Take a chance, the odds are better than you think. After all, what have you got to lose?"

[Mercedes doesn't even hide the genuine smile that appears on her face.]

“Everything."

[The word came out as a muffled whisper, dripping with disdain. She pauses and threads her fingers through her brunette hair. Was she trying to press her luck in getting Keira to cash in that contract. Maybe. It really didn't matter as Mercedes was dead set in walking out of Into the Void still champion, even if she had to pull double duty to do so.]

“Anyway, I think I'm going to enjoy these next two weeks. The Sheik won't be the only one celebrating birthday because I'll be having mine three days before the show, I'll be wrestling the 300th match of my career, and Delia and I are going to curbstomp The Mean Girls in Dubai. What more can I ask for?”

[With shrugged shoulders, Mercedes gives a half-turned smile at the camera before the scene fades on the image of her watching the rest of the game.]

[Fade]

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[The time is just after 1 P.M. in her New York apartment as a song by Miami Sound Machine plays from the stereo. Casually dressed in whitewash jeans and a tank top, Mercedes takes one last look at herself in the mirror, a confident smile reflected back at her. The buzz from her apartment intercom shakes her out of her reverie and she walks over to answer it].

"Hello?"

"Mercedes? May we come up?"

[Mercedes smiles as she recognizes the voice. She pressed the door release button and opened the door. There stood her parents with smiles on their faces. Fernando is an accountant married to a lounge singer named Estelle, who doesn't look a day over fifty.]

"Well, aren't you going to let us in?"

[Mercedes laughs nervously as she steps aside.]

"Sorry, mom. This is just, you know, unexpected."

"Mercedes, we visit you at least three times a year. Are you getting enough oxygen here?"

[Fernando and Estelle steps inside and look around the apartment as Mercedes kicks the door shut using her boot.]

"Sorry for the mess. If I had known guest were coming, I would have cleaned up sooner."

Fernando shakes his head at the luggage strewn across the living room.

"Let me guess?

[Fernando and Estelle are thinking the same idea.]

"World Tour?"

"Wow. You tow are good at this game."


LATER....MUCH LATER

“So, who are you facing this weekend?”

[Mercedes doesn't look up from the television, showing a highlight reel of matches.]

“Veronica Taylor and Amanda Cortez.”

“Who the hell are Veronica Taylor and Amanda Cortez?”

“The opponents my tag partner and I are defending the titles against at the supershow. With any luck you could probably pick them out of a lineup while blindfolded.”

[Mercedes grins back at her dad as she raises up from her comfortable position and now sits crossed legged on the living room couch, hugging a pillow.]

“From what I'm looking at the redhead looks pretty intimidating with all that ink.”

“You would think that, wouldn't you? Amanda is stronger than she looks. Smarter, too. Until she opens her mouth.”

“And the blonde?”

“I really can't pass judgment on her, because there isn't really much there, or up here.”

[Mercedes moves her arm up and points at her head as she looks back at the film.]

“Anyone dumb enough to underestimate her is smart enough to know not to make that same mistake twice, but whether she's pulling an act or if she truly is stupid, she's made a believer out of me. That is exactly why I cannot lose Sunday. Could you imagine if that happened? My reputation would be ruined. My street cred would be revoked. I'll have end-of-days depression!”

Fernando sits next to her as he speaks.]

"I wouldn't go that far. What did you find out so far about this Veronica?"

"Not much you can glean from someone who has only wrestled nine matches in four months before falling off the face of the earth. Then again, if you've seen one Veronica Taylor match, you've seen them all."

[Well, no, that wasn't quite accurate as Mercedes wasn't around when Veronica debuted in February 2012. Aside from the occasional backstage appearance with Angelica or as a member of “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward's stable at the time, Veronica would not be seen again following Into the Void for the rest of the year and all of 2013. Three months into 2014, Veronica made her triumphant onscreen return at Blaze of Glory III on March 30 – Mercedes was almost ten months into her SCW career and 20 matches in by that time - and promptly lost in her in-ring return on the first Climax Control following the supershow two weeks later. The rest, as they say, is history.]

“Why do I get the feeling that you're not going to take this match seriously, Mercedes?"

"The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak."

[Fernando raised a quizzical eyebrow in confusion.]

"What? I'm considering it at the moment, but they're really making this difficult. They may be cashing in their rematch, but they aren't going to be taking away the tag titles from Delia and I, because; well, because we ARE the tag team division. We're the gold standard in the company. No one even comes close."

"Showing a lot of confidence now, are we?"

"Confidence? Oh, no, I don't need confidence to know we've got this match in the bag. If they think for one second that they'll be walking out of that match as the new champions, they're going to be in for a disappointment.”

[Fernando stands to his feet. He looks off, thinking, smiling, then bursts into a laugh.

"So, I guess I'll leave you to your studies then, even though you won't need it."

"That's why you're the best."

Mercedes turns her attention back at the screen as she jots down notes in her notepad.

Fade

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[REC•]

“Oh my, what is there to say about the ”First Class Model”? So much, but we will keep it relatively short. She can do or say no wrong. Veronica is never to blame. It's always everyone's else's fault and she's too 'stupid' to know right from wrong. You'd be surprised that no one is fooled by this woman who is famous for being...well, for what exactly? Obviously, it's in the name: She's a model, duh! To hear others tell it, it's what she's good at it.  And honestly, she claims she's a “dumb blonde”, but I think she's just pretending. Well, she can play dumb all she wants, but people can see right through her.

"You know what's funny? I actually have a keepsake from when the Mean Girls used to be together, it's from the toddler line.”

Mercedes reveals what looks to be a "See N' Say". We see that it is a Mean Girls imprinted edition and we see that the faces of the Mean Girls. Mercedes pulls the lever.

Mean Girls See 'n Say: This is a dog:"BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK!"
(Mercedes pulls the lever again)

Mean Girls See 'n Say: Here is a duck: "QUACK! QUACK! QUACK! QUACK!"

Mercedes: It most certainly does not!
(She pulls the lever again)

Mean Girls See 'n Say: Do you hear the frog? "RIBBIT! RIBBIT!"

Mercedes: Where? Where does the rooster say that?
(pulls the cord again)

Mean Girls See 'n Say: The cow says "MOOOO!"

Mercedes:Oh, no, no, no! It does not!
(pulls the cord again)

Mean Girls See 'n Say: The Mean Girl goes "CONCUSHION!"

Mercedes: Oh, yeah, kinda.

Mean Girls See 'n Say: The Mean Girl goes "BASIC!"

Mercedes: Yeah, that, too

Mean Girls See 'n Say: The Mean Girl goes "IDIOT!"

Mercedes: So true.

[After this last spin, Mercedes looks up to the camera.]

“Yeah, OK. Camera Guy. I have so much fun with this thing. Can we cut this out? Because I've got nothing..."

[Fade.]

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[We open up with a close-up shot of Ms. Rocky Mountains facing a camera. In the background area of the shot and just to the right of the interviewer, we notice a dim table lamp, clewing us in that this setting is inside a living room.]

ROCKY MOUNTAINS:
«scw interviewer»
Good evening, SCW fans. Welcome to this exclusive sit-down interview for SCWrestling.com...

[A nameplate graphic appears on the screen to identify Ms. Rocky Mountains to fans watching at home.]

ROCKY MOUNTAINS:
«scw interviewer»
As we preview one of the hottest supercards on the SCW calender, Into the Void IV. My guest today, none other than one-half of the current SCW World Bombshell Tag Team Champions, Mercedes Vargas.

[As she said this, the camera pans back to frame both women then pans over to Mercedes, sitting in the chair opposite Rocky. She is wearing a yellow sundress and adorned with earrings. Like with Rocky, a name graphic appears on the screen to identify her guest to fans watching at home. Mercedes nods in appreciation as she was introduced. From here on out, the camera alternates between the two women throughout the duration of the interview.]

ROCKY MOUNTAINS:
«scw interviewer»
Mercedes, this Sunday, SCW is heads to Dubai for Into the Void 4, it's the first time this event will be held outside the United States, let alone North America. However, I suppose the rest of the SCW roster should be a little jealous because as I understand it, this isn't the first time you're visiting Dubai in your career.

MERCEDES VARGAS:
«argentine assassin»
That happens to be true. I'll be visiting Dubai for the second time and first in over four years. Unlike last time though, I don't think I have ever wrestled in a palace before, so of course I'm excited. Can you tell?

ROCKY MOUNTAINS:
«scw interviewer»
Tell us about your experience during your first visit back in 2011?

MERCEDES VARGAS:
«argentine assassin»
Well, I was in another promotion at the time and they, too, were also on a World Tour. My match took place at the DSC Indoor Arena on April Fool's Day and that night I was paired with Crystal Hilton in a tag team tournament to crown their secondary tag team champions. Eventually, we won the whole thing and the titles three weeks later, but you know, Rocky, I'll never forget the crowd that Friday night. It was fun. Definitely looking forward to returning to Dubai this Sunday, this time in front of royalty.

ROCKY MOUNTAINS:
«scw interviewer»
Speaking of Sunday. one of the sought after matches at Into the Void IV: Arabian Fights is the SCW World Bombshell Tag Team Championship match as you and Delia Darling defend the titles for the first time against the former champions, and Mean Girls stablemates, Amanda Cortez and Veronica Taylor. Did you ever think the Mean Girls would ever go down this road?

[Mercedes eases back in her chair and pauses to thinks about the question before she slowly shakes her head.]

MERCEDES VARGAS:
«argentine assassin»
I guess you can say the writing was on the wall and we just ignored it. No, I didn't think the breakup of the Mean Girls would lead to this. There are two camps on this issue. Some say Delia and I walked away, others say we were kicked out of the stable, but regardless, the most successful members of the Mean Girls are now successful once more because we have now have something that they want back.

[Mercedes points at the table and the camera cuts to the table between Mercedes and Rocky where Mercedes' set of the World Bombshell Tag Team Championship is displayed. After a five second delay, the camera cuts to Rocky.]

ROCKY MOUNTAINS:
«scw interviewer»
I want to take you back to what happened this past Sunday. Belinda Simone called it disgusting, the Mean Girls attack on Delia Darling at Climax Control 118.

[As Rocky continues her question, footage of Angelica, Veronica, and Amanda's brazen attack on Delia in the backstage area is shown and, safe to say, it was brutal to watch. Delia's frantic struggle to open the door was met with resistance as Veronica and Amanda put the boots to her.]

ROCKY MOUNTAINS:
«scw interviewer»
After what took place in Qatar, were you concerned that SCW officials did nothing to punish the Mean Girls for their actions?

MERCEDES VARGAS:
«argentine assassin»
You know, if I was still a Mean Girl, there is a pretty good chance I would say that, yes, the owners failed to do anything about that. Because, hey, we have to blame somebody, right? That's part of life. I've said on a number of occasions that there were incidents where the Mean Girls, before the split, were getting attacked for no reason or fined for situations that were beyond our control.

[The footage dissolves now to Veronica choking the life out of Delia using her own necklace while Amanda lays in several hard blows with a pair of brass knuckles. The audio quickly comes in as Amanda lands a fifth blow to her nose causes a crimson river to flow down her face as we hear Delia let loose with a few profanities. Delia sputters the blood out toward Amanda, who spits in Delia's face before nailing her on the forehead.]

MERCEDES VARGAS:
«argentine assassin»
The shenanigans that went down this past Sunday was inexcusable. Amanda, Veronica, and Angelica are desperately trying to make themselves relevant, so they went ahead and crossed the line. They had to do something crazy to get attention, and that's exactly what they did.

[The footage dissolves again to Veronica charging across the room, putting Delia's face through the vanity mirror. Delia falls backward, barely with it as blood pours down her face.]

MERCEDES VARGAS:
«argentine assassin»
The shenanigans that went down this past Sunday was inexcusable. Amanda, Veronica, and Angelica are desperately trying to make themselves relevant, they were desperate, so they took desperate measures. They went ahead and crossed the line. They had to do something crazy to get attention, and that's exactly what they did. Delia beat death, she woke up from Necra sending her into a coma, she survived being pinned under 9,000 pounds of steel inside a stretch limo. So, if they think a broken hand and nose is going to stop Delia from showing up Sunday, they got another coming.

[The footage dissolves again to Amanda with a second pink Mean Girls printed chair in her hand as we hear Mercedes yelling and banging on the door. Just as Mercedes finally gets the door, she is stands in horror as Amanda slams the chair on Delia's hand, causing her to scream in bloody murder. After Veronica's veiled threat to Mercedes and a hasty exit with Veronica and Amanda, the replay fades with Delia under agonizing pain while medical personnel arrive on the scene. We return to the interview and Mercedes, who is visibly shaken. She pauses, taking time to wipe away a strand of hair from her eyes. For some reason, she remains eerily calm, despite her voice raising slightly.]

MERCEDES VARGAS:
«argentine assassin»
Amanda and Veronica will get what they deserve. Call it payback, call it revenge, call it whatever you want. I call it karma, and what goes around comes around. The Mean Girls – specifically Amanda and Veronica – are no longer tag team champions, and Delia and I are going to keep it that way at Into the Void. Not because we want to, but because we have to.

ROCKY MOUNTAINS:
«scw interviewer»
Who do you see as more dangerous: Amanda or Veronica?

MERCEDES VARGAS:
«argentine assassin»
I think I'm more concerned with a certain someone who is just waiting to cash-in on me and Delia sometime during or after the match, Rocky. Yes, I know Amanda and Veronica will prove to be a challenge, but Keira Fisher will be looking to ruin the moment of whoever walks out of Dubai with the titles. Like Sean Jackson, everybody knows what title Keira is after and she's made no bones about it. She wants the World Bombshell Tag Titles, and she doesn't even care whether Roxi walks out of her own match with or without her title. That's another reason why Delia and I have to win on Sunday, because I don’t know about you, but I would hate to see the titles become irrelevant again.

ROCKY MOUNTAINS:
«scw interviewer»
Mercedes, there are some critics out there – fans, Superstars and Bombshells alike – who have been noted as saying that the breakup of the Mean Girls is all an act and no one is buying it, your thoughts?

MERCEDES VARGAS:
«argentine assassin»
Well, you know, Rocky, I've learned that people will believe what they want to believe and no matter what you do, they won't ever change. For me, it came to the point where I was getting fed up with being cussed and discussed, criticized, despised, ostracized, scrutinized, victimized and vilified. I was sick of receiving hate-mail and even death threats from strangers. Nights and weekends, I couldn't even sleep because I was too busy fearing for my own safety. That's how serious this became, so I had to do something. I had to take a stand and say “no more.” If people want to think this is all an act, let them. It doesn't change the fact that for the first time in nine months, I no longer have to put up with the drama we created when I was part of the Mean Girls.

ROCKY MOUNTAINS:
«scw interviewer»
Let's change the subject to your opponents. First, Amanda Cortez. Now, we just saw a grueling match between the two of you at the go-home show. Although you lost, there seemed to be a lot of animosity throughout the week between you two on social media. Do you think your defeat to Amanda Cortez gives her the slight edge in the tag title match for Into the Void?

MERCEDES VARGAS:
«argentine assassin»
Amanda feels that she beat me pretty easily, but that couldn't be further from the truth. In front of everybody, I gave her the fight of her life and she practically had to kill herself to beat me. She can downplay our match all she wants, but like I told her on Twitter, she may have won the match, but she didn't win the war. Any general, soldier or person can lose a battle, but it's the wars that count. And sweetheart, I haven't lost a war yet, and I don't plan to Sunday because it's a war that I plan to win.

ROCKY MOUNTAINS:
«scw interviewer»
Your other opponent is Veronica Taylor. Veronica has been, for the most part, the most outspoken, and she believes that the tag titles will be back around her and Amanda's waist at the end of the supershow. What do you plan to do to prove her wrong?

MERCEDES VARGAS:
«argentine assassin»
It's not about proving her wrong, Rocky. It's about Veronica proving me right. What does it say when you've had three different tag team partners in four months? More than you like to know. I bet most people like to know how she was voted 'SCW Most Improved of the Year. Maybe the selections really all weren't very good, then you look at who else was in the running: Big B, Andy Garcia and Steve Ramone, and Ramone is the only one still with the company. Sure, I guess being the most improved means something, but that does not mean she's a good wrestler, just a less bad one. It's hard to believe that Veronica's has been in SCW for a little over three years now this past February and she still isn't taken seriously. Well, she really has herself to blame for her own shortcomings and hiding her faults. A lot of people are saying that we're under a lot of pressure as the champions, but it's obviously on the challengers. Veronica has the most pressure out of everyone in the match. I can hold my own, so can Delia. Amanda, no explanation needed. You won't get that with Veronica Taylor.

ROCKY MOUNTAINS:
«scw interviewer»
Sunday will be your third appearance at Into the Void. Your pay-per-view debut actually happened at this event, in 2013, which you won. This year will also be the second year in a row you're walking into the supershow as one-half of the defending Bombshell Tag Team Champions. To that end, however, you and Traci lost in your first defense of the tag titles last year. What are you going to do differently to avoid history repeating itself?

MERCEDES VARGAS:
«argentine assassin»
That was a bitter pill, losing to Amy and Jessie. A lot of people will want to point at Traci, but there's no “I” in team, as they say. We entered that night as a team and we lost as a team and all you can really do is move on, and that's what we've both done in our careers. I know Traci has her match with Keira at the supershow and I wish her all the best, but I have to focus on Amanda and Veronica. I've been in enough matches with them so I kinda know what I'm getting myself into. Delia knows what she's getting herself into. So, we'll be prepared for whatever they have in store at Into the Void. Still leaving with the tag straps. Sorry not sorry.

[Rocky turns to the camera.]

ROCKY MOUNTAINS:
«scw interviewer»
Thanks again for joining us for this special exclusive interview with SCW's Mercedes Vargas. And don't forget, Into the Void IV: Arabian Fights happens this Sunday, July 28, from Dubai. The World Bombshell Tag Team Championship is one of many championship matches on course for Sunday ahead of an action-packed card. Mercedes, thanks for your time, and good luck to you and Delia on Sunday.

MERCEDES VARGAS:
«argentine assassin»
Thank you, Rocky, but we won't be needing it.

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