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WALTER PYRAMID (CALIFORNIA STATE UNIVERSITY, LONG BEACH)
LONG BEACH, CALIFORNIA
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el domingo por la noche, 25 de julio de 2017
Pacific Daylight Time
[Mercedes Vargas briskly heads down the parking lot as a camera crew struggles to keep up with the frustrated, agitated Grand Slam Champion. The SCW camera crew is hot on her heels, obsessed with showing the aftermath of what went down after tonight’s go-home show. Mercedes continues her pace, fishing for her car keys in her purse. She holds them up moments later then points in her general direction as two brief flashes of headlights navigates her to her parking spot. She eases into the space before turning back and seeing the cameraman wanting a quick interview.]
Cameraman: Mercedes…
[The question is cut off as she quiets it with a raised hand and crossed look.]
Mercedes: I’ve got nothing to say right now. Leave me alone.
[She says something else but this was unintelligible. This was one too many curveballs for Mercedes to handle in one night and the last few weeks haven’t been much better. Mercedes promptly opens the car door and eases inside without so much looking back at the cameraman. She slams the door still in her bad mood before starting up the engine. An orange hue illuminates the dashboard. A moment later, she holds up one hand in a wait a minute gesture and rolls down her window.]
Mercedes: Actually, on second thought, I do have something to say.
[The camera zooms in for a closeup. Mercedes unconsciously places one hand on the steering wheel while resting her opposite arm over the window.]
Mercedes: Tonight, I got nowhere closer to finding out who screwed me over in my match last week. And I guess we didn’t get anything from Hot Stuff either. Could be he was bluffing, I don’t know. That’s okay, though. That’s okay.
[She pauses, breaking contact with the camera while searching for her next thoughts. This lasts a moment before she looks up again.]
Mercedes: So Amy, after your fluke win and all, you want to start handing out advice? First of all, Celeste already beat you twice and would have done so again if it wasn’t for that small distraction that you took advantage of. Secondly, since we’re talking above advice here, maybe you need to watch the show. Delia Darling never “recruited†the Mean Girls; we kicked her out of the group. And if there is anyone who needs that little pep talk, sweetheart, it’s going to be you and Kate and Devona. Or did you forget the fact that you only have three victories over me in your entire SCW career or that you and Kate have yet to pin me in an SCW ring? You’re in way over your heads.
[A serious expression crosses her face as Mercedes continues.]
Mercedes: The thing about karma is eventually it will come back to bite you. If the person who pulled that cheap stunt on me last week doesn’t want to show their face, don’t worry. The only thing they have on their side is time. I’ll let karma do its job. But if it really was Jessie lying through her teeth and you and Kate were in on it all along, then I become karma, which means for the two of you, time…
[Mercedes points at her wrist.]
Mercedes: will be running out.
[Mercedes’ voice softens and she stares intently into the camera for her final words.]
Mercedes: And Devona? Luck will be running out for you.
[The roof panel of her Porsche opens and lifts and folds itself away before Mercedes drives off into the night. The camera pans back to see the car leave in a squeal of tires.]
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Just for a Thrill: The Thrill is Gone
[[If all you needed to get by in this world was a positive attitude and a “can do†spirit than I would be wearing a lot more title belts. The last few weeks have been brutal, to say the least, and I'm literally on my last nerve. Five months have gone since Celeste took over the Mean Girls and while we were off to a hot start, the charm has seemingly worn off to the point where we were good enough to be thrown out in yesterday's garbage. Maybe I was in over my head. Was it even worth it? Was this worth throwing a friendship away over? It was a question I could not answer. If I knew then what I knew now, I would know more now.]]
Veronica: Me gusta la nueva mirada. ¿Es aquel nuevo rÃmel? ¿Qué lo llaman?
I love the new look. Is that new mascara? What’s it called?
Mercedes: Insomia. No pegue ojo en todo la noche o ayer por la tarde. Bien, las tres semanas pasadas, realmente.
Insomia. I didn’t sleep a wink last night, or the night before that. Well, the past three weeks, really.
Veronica: Y tu que hiciste ayer?
Well, and what were you doing last night?
Mercedes: Oh, poca cosa
Oh, it’s nothing really.
[[Nothing really except trying to comb through all the doubts, the why me and what ifs to the regrets and remorse and wondering if I made a huge mistake. The sun shone brilliantly across a clear blue sky and the water in the pool glitters invitingly. A inflatable flamingo waddles by. On a beautiful day like this, I know I shouldn't be in a bad mood, but can you blame me? I never took Veronica to be very religious, but she surprised me the other day when she was reading the Bible. We're in her backyard. She's sitting at the edge of the pool kicking water while I'm sitting Indian style on one of the oversized deck chairs.]]
Mercedes: You're reading the Bible? I thought you were practicing Budda?
Veronica: I’m not Budda, I’m Christian.
[[I'm surprised by this.]]
Mercedes: When did you start?
Veronica: I’ve always been a big fan. I adore Christian. I love Christian.
Mercedes: I think you meant to say you love being a Christian. Do you know what a Christian is?
Veronica: Isn't he like a person? Everyone knows who Christian is. Hello, Christian Dior?
[[I'm not sure how I should answer. I tried to explain, but I'm lost for words on how to explain this. I put my hand over my face, the temptation was too strong.]]
Mercedes: Do you even know what the Trinity is?
Veronica: Gucci, Chanel and Prada, duh!
[[And I'm done. I can't even right now.. I slip on my shades. You can decide whether it was in protest of the sun or in protest of Veronica's lack of knowledge in world religions. Veronica puts down her Bible and settles for the exotic cocktail she picks up next to her. She stirs the little umbrella before taking a sip, then turns to me. Maybe it was time to change the subject to something she does know about.]]
Mercedes: Summer XXXtreme. We're in a tag match with Celeste against MPC and Devona.
Veronica: And?
Mercedes: And we need to get our shit together or we're going to lose another match. I tried calling Celeste over, but she's not returning my calls. We're the better team on paper and in the ring. We need to start acting like it.
Veronica: Um, hello? We're the Mean Girls! What makes you think those Jealous Janis stand a chance against us? Even if we lose, it won't matter anyway. We still run SCW.
Mercedes:¡Escúchame!
Now just you listen to me!
[[I slowly sit up. So much for the ennui that took over earlier. Now I was getting a little annoyed.]]
Mercedes: "Even if we lose"? You haven’t won a match since April, Celeste lost to Crystal and Amy, two opponents she practically embarrassed before, and I lost to a fluke rookie and a fraud of a Bombshell Internet Champion, Mikah, because someone thought it was cute to play mind games with me! You think I'm going to let that slide? No way!
[[Now I'm up on my feet. My hands balls into fists.]]
Mercedes: Now Celeste may have thrown in the towel in her career, and you? Most nights, it’s like you don't even want to be wrestling at all!
[[Veronica turns her face away, but I jerk it back towards me. She needed to hear this and I hope what I way saying was getting through to her.]]
Mercedes: But you have something that I don’t. I have never won at Summer XXXtreme while Celeste is making her debut. All I care about is winning this tag match and ending this losing streak I'm on, and if it comes down to one of you getting the decisive pinfall or submission or if I have to go at it alone, then so be it. But I re-fucking-fuse to leave that cruise ship next weekend without my hand raised in victory. Team player this Mean Girl is not. There won't be any “girls night out†or trust building exercises on this team because there’s no excuse why we should be losing to the Metal and Punk Connection, let alone their new BFF.
Veronica: Calm down.
Mercedes: I will not calm down because this has been getting out of hand. I don’t remember us being push overs in the division we dominated, and now the other Bombshells act like we don’t exist. And what the hell has Celeste done? Didn’t she wanted to take over Mean Girls? Was attacking Delia all for nothing?!
[[Veronica rolls her eyes. At this point, I didn’t care. I wasn’t planning on another “What I Did For Summer Vacation with another loss at the supercard.]]
Mercedes: You know what? That’s the attitude you want to have? I’m out of here. If you two are looking for me, I’ll be on the cruise ship ready to kick ass and take names next weekend. If you want to join me, fine. If not, that’s fine, too.
[[I throw up my hands in frustration and storm off, cursing in Spanish. I’m almost sure the neighbors kids next door learned a few new words to tell their friends on the playground. If Celeste and Veronica wanted to wave the white flag, I had no plans on going down with the ship. Maybe I was made from a different cloth than my teammates. I was born to be stubborn and a little outspoken. Taught to never give up, never give in and never back down from anything or anyone. But mostly I know have to fight for myself.
Summer XXXtreme may be one of those times.]]
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Postscript: This I Believe
30 de junio de 2 0 1 7
[REC•]
[The cameras warms up and we see Mercedes Vargas, sitting in front of her computer with her webcam recording. The Argentine is wearing black-rimmed glasses and eating a bag of Skittles while sitting rather comfortably outside on the balcony of her residence. As always, she is proudly wearing a Mean Girls t-shirt.]
“By now you’ve heard the podcast that aired this past Saturday night on SCW. What did I think of it? Well, if you follow me on Twitter than you already know that I expressed how I felt about the show in the form of a gif, but that’s neither here or there. Now what was said is something I could really sink my teeth into, and that, amongst other things, is kinda the point of this vlog today.â€
[A small pause as Mercedes interlaces her fingers together and leans forward in her seat.]
“I know a lot of you are happy as a box of clams that the quote-unquote “Mean Morons†are far away from the championship scene in Sin City Wrestling, but maybe that’s a good thing because every passing day is one more reason why the Mean Girls is, was, and forever will be the greatest collection of talent on this or any other roster. And why as champions, twenty times over might I add, we were the only reason why people tuned in to Climax Control or the supercard. We moved merchandise in one day than any one of you gets a paycheck for one wrestling match. Every title in the division was represented – whether booked or not. You don’t get that today.â€
“What was once the hottest, captivating, must-see women’s division on the planet has turned into - let’s be honest – a really bad Twilight Zone marathon that seemingly has no end in sight. Television ratings: nose-dived. Pay-per-view buyrates: downward spiral. Reactions of the live crowd: crickets and a snoozefest. And even if they had a pulse, it’s complete silence. And if they’re silent, then expect to see a firefly of cellphones around because no one cares enough to pay attention to who’s in the ring, outside of the Mean Girls, of course. These are facts, and I have to say, they’re pretty embarrassing.â€
[Mercedes nods.]
“And I’m embarrassed for them. Those poor fans shouldn’t have to use Google Maps to find out where their champions are at any given show or wonder why some titles are taken hostage or have to sit through painful segments like endorsing a soda brand I bet they don’t even drink when the cameras aren’t rolling. Stop it. Get some help.â€
[Mercedes shakes her head in disbelief.]
â€People have said all kinds of cruel, nasty and downright hurtful things about the Mean Girls, no matter how subtle or insignificant. They love getting creative with their little put-downs and insults that I wonder if they even spend all night to coming up with them. It’s so bad that they want to push us out the door. You know, I don’t think any other stable before us got this kind of reaction. It’s just as well. Remember when I said that new Johnny-come-lately stable wasn’t going to last long? Barely over a month and already they’re thinking about dropping one of their members, if you take their word as gospel. They should save themselves the trouble and cut their losses now. They’ll be better off for it. Maybe. Probably. Definitely.â€
[Mercedes shrugs. Of course, those who watched the Mikah and Kris Show knew that was a hint at Crystal Millar. Truthfully, if she was on the outs in the Black Sheep, this wouldn’t surprise Mercedes. As the only person who knew Crystal for most of her career, this wasn’t the first time her lack of drive, massive ego, or both saw her being shunned from a stable or tag team. Par for the course.]
“The Mean Girls were the best champions this company has ever had, that’s without question. But you don’t get that today. No, instead, you get a lazy Bombshell Champion wanting to play the victim card and surrounding herself with enablers because the reality is everyone knows she’s a god-awful excuse of a wrestler, a human being and world champion, and it’s not like the two champions before her were much better. That she has two title reigns to show for it is probably one of the greatest mysteries since “Who Shot J.R.?†At least we know the answer to that question. And, yes, we crowned new Bombshell Tag Team Champions but if that was received without any real fanfare and no one cared about the names holding them now, does that mean it actually happened?â€
[There’s a moment’s pause here, and Mercedes looks thoughtful.]
“Then we have the Bombshell Internet Champion, supposedly the baddest bitch in all of SCW if you believe the prattling she does, cheat her way to the title she now owns. We even have championships passed around like an offering plate on Sundays because mediocrity reigns supreme in SCW. When I point out that my records with the Bombshell Roulette Championship will never be broken anytime soon, some people want to get sassy and says no one really gives a shit. So it’s okay when J2H took a red pen and rewrote the history books on his way to having the most dominant World Heavyweight Championship reign of all time or that anyone wants to chase the records for the longest Roulette reign or World Bombshell or Bombshell Tag reign but no one gives a shit when it comes to my records? You know what, that’s fine. You want to know why no one gives a shit about my records, Amy Marshall? Because neither you nor anyone else is good enough to break it.
“My third reign alone is longer than your two reigns combined, and even then they don’t even touch three months. Alexis thought Chelsea was going to be THE ONE. I told her she was going to be a one-hit wonder. I’m probably the only one who knew she’d choke and wilt under pressure. With the likes of her, Jessie and you having your hands on it, it’s no wonder why you set the standard – and all of it is low, just like the Bombshell Roulette Title since I last held it.
“The Bombshell Roulette Championship match at Summer XXXtreme isn’t what I would call a five-star match, but I won’t be looking forward to who walks out of that cruise ship with the title. Jessie and Chelsea can’t even beat each other and Samantha Marlowe doesn’t exactly scream “dominant champion.†The girl is one match away between being irrelevant and people asking, “She still works here? Wow!’â€
[Mercedes suddenly becomes quiet as she reaches for her glasses and slowly pulls them off, folding them in her hands and then placed them next to her laptop.]
“So until then, guess what, Amy? I’m STILL the most defending, longest combined reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion of all time and no one will be breaking my record anytime soon. And I’m going to continue to say it over and over and over and over until someone actually does give a shit and do something about it.â€
[She brightens.]
“At least we can cross your name off as one who already failed.â€
[Mercedes holds up a clipboard that list the names of every Bombshell who has followed Mercedes’ title reign. As you might have guessed, the list has grown over that two year span. Mercedes taps a red-felt Sharpie marker on Amy’s name, the newest induction to the group, before drawing a line through it. She then smirks at the name above hers – Jessie Salco. Mercedes shakes her head. Having already crossed her name after failing to retain at Blaze of Glory, it was a foregone conclusion that despite having tied Necra and her record for most title reigns, Salco’s second reign would be short lived. It wasn’t a matter of if, but when.]
“In the meantime, I’ll be over here filing my nails and pointing and laughing while you look up and see the one name you all love to hate….
[Brushing away a few strands of hair that got in the way, Mercedes lowers her voice just above a whisper.]
“Mercedes Vargas.â€
[Mercedes looks up, then at the webcam, smirking all the while and waving before the screen blacks out.]
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Blog: #GreatExpectations
25 de junio del 2 de julio 2 0 1 7
The greatest expectation leads to the greatest falls. I mean, you should know what that’s like, right, Amy? Let’s take a moment here and go down memory lane. A little history lesson for the Punk Princess, or whatever cute, meaningless nickname you’ve picked out this week. Let me take you back three years ago during the build up to Violent Conduct II. You and Jessie were the Bombshell Tag Team Champions. And because you felt that the Mean Girls were the lowest form of scum on a molecular level, you convinced SCW management to ban the Mean Girls from their respective title matches.
And, well, outside of myself beating four other Bombshells and walking out a three-time Bombshell Roulette Champion and Delia beating Vixen in the main event to win the Bombshell Championship, you and your bestie lost those Bombshell Tag Titles to Veronica and Liz. And within a week, to the surprise of no one, Jessie goes on a Twitter tantrum, Vixen goes into hiding, Necra and Joanne goes into thoughts of retirement, and Misty goes into the fashion industry. Orange is the new black they say, and I’m sure she wore it well when she was escorted from the arena after ruining what was our greatest moment.
You decided to change the rules, Amy, but we played your game and still came out winners. And I remembered what I tweeted that week ahead of our matches that when we won, there would be no excuses. We got exactly that, but did we cater to your whims? No. We kept winning. We continued to sweep supershows and Climax Control shows and beat up on the Roxi Johnsons and Traci Pattersons of the world – rinse, wash, repeat - until we simply got bored. The cries of us holding you down and favoritism by Mark Ward in our was one thing, but you can’t deny those were the best years this division has ever had. Had it not been for Team Hero and Natalie and yourself, we probably would still be champions right now.
You didn’t win, we LET you win. We let you have your vanilla Bombshells Division and look what’s happened since. Vixen ran off to be a mommy. Team Hero hung up their capes for the last time. Misty retired. And then the endless parade of Bombshells who lasted less than a cup of coffee. Now, look what the division has become: a few Bombshells who came back to SCW only to relive their glory days, a cesspool of pathetic champions who lash out when they're being called on the carpet and called out on their BS, and the injustice given to the only group that worth a damn in this company. No, not the Metal and Punk Connection.
The Mean Girls.
The same Mean Girls that will be standing across from you next weekend at the supercard.
Amy, once again you face great expectations in a match that you think you’re going to win, but you won’t. Because just like what happened three years ago in Yuma, Arizona, just when you thought you had all the answers, we changed the questions. The only question you, Kate, and Devona need to ask yourselves is just how bad is it going to get?
Answer: A hell of a lot worse before it gets better.
Celeste, Veronica and I are going to walk straight through you next Sunday and this isn’t going to be a match. This is going to be a war, and the three of you are going to end up as casualties. Of course, by this point, I’m sure you’re going to blame somebody when all this blows over.
At Into the Void, you had Erik Staggs to thank.
At Summer XXXtreme, you can thank Kris Halc.
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#TheFloorIsMPC
Present Day ♦ L O S A N G E L E S, C A L I F O R N I A
[REC•]
Mercedes: After the last couple of weeks, the Mean Girls haven’t been winning much lately and it’s kinda hard for anyone not to notice. It’s become a running joke now that the only reason people see us is to lose. Can’t say we haven’t living up to promises lately, huh? We happen to be facing three overconfident opponents at Summer XXXtreme V and for what it’s worth, they’re probably thinking this match will be in the bag for them.
Veronica: Can you blame them?
Mercedes: Kate Steele, she of the ever-shifting hair color and endless theatrics, has never been the image of being taken seriously. Somewhere in your own little fantasy, you’re probably fixing to get revenge on me, but that’s not reality.
Veronica: In reality, I ended your Bombshell Roulette Title reign. You have to live with that.
Mercedes: In reality, you lost to me at Into the Void. You have to live with that. You have to live with the fact that you were outclassed, outmatched and outsmarted as I whipped your ass from pillar to post. You have to live with the fact that your parents made the smart choice by not coming to the arena because they probably wouldn’t make it back to the car after knowing you mailed it in.
The only thing you have going for you is beating my singles reign, but after that, what else is there? A pathetic Internet Title reign? Getting your ass kicked all across the country for an entire month? Losing everywhere from LAW to Honor to SCW? How about not winning a match in SCW for over three months? I could go on all day, but I want to save you from the embarrassment, at least until next weekend. You do a better job of that all by yourself.
While you may have been given a contendership match in your debut, I made a name for myself before you could make a statement.
[Mercedes points at the camera.]
Mercedes: Devona…Devona…Devona. So young, so stupid. Two things that seems to go hand-in-hand. And yet here you are in your first-ever SCW supercard. For a legend like me, this is business as usual. For you, it’s no-man’s-land. When you first got here to SCW, you got into your first fight. You know who started it?
[Mercedes points at the camera.]
Mercedes: That would be you. See, all Veronica wanted to do was welcome you to SCW and your nice little contract, but you took things way too far. There must be something in that Louisiana water because that mouth have made a few enemies and that same mouth has got you in more trouble than your worth. And the funny thing is, you’ve been barely here two months. Don't think that I'm not taking you seriously, Devona. Because beyond all of the training that Odette and Gabriel has given you, I know better than anyone what you’re capable of. I’m not saying you don’t show a lot of promise, Devona. I’m not saying you don’t have potential. I’m not even saying you don’t have heart. But heart can only take you so far, potential won’t stand a chance against the most dominant stable in SCW today, and promise isn’t going to save you from becoming the next name on my checklist. What I can promise you is that at Summer XXXtreme, you’re going to be in for the worst beating you’ll ever experienced in your upstart career.
[Mercedes turns to Veronica.]
Mercedes: As for Vero here, there’s a reason she’s called First Class, sweetheart. She’s a little more in demand, importance and quality.
Veronica: I have so much class, you might as well call me TEACHER. At Summer XXXtreme, school’s in session and I'll be more than welcome in teaching you what Gabriel or Odette failed to teach you. You’re about to learn a painful lesson why messing with me was a big mistake.
Mercedes: And as for you, Amy. In your mind, you’re probably thinking that we’re equals. That you and I are on the same skill level, the same playing field. Couldn’t be further from the truth. We may be two of the only three Bombshell Grand Slam Champions in history, and you may have tied my record for the most overall championships won in SCW. The only thing you can hang over my head is that you’re in the Hall of Fame. But that will be one more thing we have in common because there’s no doubt in my mind that I’ll be inducted this year.
Veronica: And, really, who else is there, hmm? The Fallen? Gothika and Raynin has “fallen†so down the Bombshells totem pole that I bet their wondering why they ever came back.
Mercedes: Odette Stevens? Last I checked she was gone for the better part of two years before she showed up at Inception. Despite everything she’s accomplished, her resume doesn’t quite stack up to mine.
Veronica: What about Kittie, Amanda Cortez or Necra Octavian Kane?
Mercedes: What about them? Well, Kittie’s wrestling career didn’t last very long, Amanda has been in and out of SCW so many times that it’s not even funny and I’ve accomplished something Necra never has in her entire wrestling career – win the Bombshell Championship. Or maybe this will be Jessie Salco’s year just yet. She made it to the final four of the Blast From the Past, she’s now a three-time Bombshell Roulette Champion and an overall seven-time champion in SCW. Hell, she’s the first and so far only wrestler on the roster to wrestle 100 matches.
Veronica: Well, if SCW had a Lifetime Achievement Award, she would easily win that.
Mercedes: If we want to talk about longevity alone, next to you and The Fallen she’d be a shoo-in. But not in the Hall of Fame. Not when she has the most losses in the entire company. Not when she’s never been a Triple Crown or Grand Slam Champion, and she only needs the one title to get her there. She’s never going to win it. Not when better talent is leagues and galaxies better than her. Two weeks from today will be her fifth-year anniversary since debuting in SCW, but I’ll tell you what. She can rent out every Motel 6 or attend every metal concert from here to Modor, she still won’t amount to what I’ve done in my career.
[Mercedes points at the camera.]
Mercedes: Amy, you think that we see eye to eye, but the truth is I still look down on you. This isn’t a rivalry, not when it’s become one-sided. Because if memory serves me correctly, you have not beaten me in over two years in SCW and it’s been five years since your only pinfall win over me, in a tag match - and that was in the promotion we were in before we came here. The one thing I at least respect you for is that unlike the other idiots on the roster, you don’t talk about the Mean Girls and act as if I need them to help me win matches. Trust me, you would rather have Angelica and Veronica beating on you than me.
“When it has come down to you and me, I’ve had your number. I shouldn’t have to prove that for the past six years, half of that in SCW, who the better wrestler is between us. Month after month, year after year, match after match, you are looked at as my doormat. At least now you’re the doormat for the entire division. When I said that you were the new welcoming committee for the new Bombshells coming in, I meant it. And the thing is, it’s not for lack of talent. You’re talented, Amy. I won’t deny that. You sure as hell wouldn’t be where you are today if you weren’t.
Veronica: So, no, Amy, last Sunday wasn’t the best you’ve seen from the Mean Girls.
Mercedes: And I know I haven't been at my best either. Then again, I don't have to. Because even at my worse, mija, you’re still not good enough to beat me. At Summer XXXtreme, you are going to lose, Amy. And that's not arrogance, that’s not a threat, that’s not a warning, that’s a #MercyFact and your immediate future.
Veronica: We’re the Mean Girls of Sin City Wrestling. We’re not a stable, we’re not a faction, we’re not a phony religion or era, we’re a movement. We’re still a thing. That will never change. So to all the girls in the division, go ahead and shed those tears…
[Mercedes takes her forefinger and traces it from her eye down to her cheek.]
Veronica: Go ahead and cry, cry cry…
[Veronica goes further by putting her hands to her face making a crybaby gesture]
Mercedes: Whine and bitch and complain some more that even with your non-existent title reigns, we’re still the best thing going in this company. We’re in your heads, and in your hearts. You say our names and instantly you just boil with rage and jealousy. Our confidence scares the living daylights out of you.
Veronica: And like a drug you can’t just get enough of us.
Mercedes: None of you can stand it that we've survived this far for this long while name after name has come and gone through those same doors, without incident. Make no mistake: the Mean Girls are not on the decline, we’re on the rise. And you better believe like the phoenix, we WILL rise again. And like the Empire, we WILL strike back.
Veronica: We’re the Mean Girls. Revered by some, hated by many, rivaled by few. We’re everything that you’re not…
Mercedes: Everything you claim to be…
Veronica: And everything you wish you could be.
Mercedes: We have forged a legacy that will be hard to match by any stable walking behind us, and that includes the Black Sheep. Mean Girls were here before them and we’ll still be here long after they’re forgotten. They may be on the fast track now, but no matter if they look back at the rear view mirror…
Veronica: or stay ahead of the game…
Mercedes: and Veronica: They’ll always chasing greatness.
[Fade.]