Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 13 al 20 de marzo de 2022

Well, I guess we can get the particulars out of the way. Blaze of Glory is just around the corner and yours truly made the card. Shocking, I know, right? It’s not like I wasn’t part of every Blaze of Glory event for, oh, I don’t know, the past eight years. It’s not like I haven’t missed an SCW pay-per-view since the ink dried on my contract in that same timeframe, and there’s nobody even close to touching my PPV appearance streak. But let’s bring this back to where it should be. Come Sunday, I’ll be competing in a six-woman gauntlet match which earns the winner a title shot of her choosing at Into the Void in two months. Familiarity breeds contempt, and in this match there’s a few names I’m familiar with and there are some names I’ll be facing for the first time. For those of you who haven't heard of me, don't worry, you will soon enough. But for those of you who have, I think you already know what I bring to the table, and it's going to be fun seeing all your friendly faces again.

Chloe Benton, Kat Jones, and Levana Cade haven’t been around in SCW very long but they have each made their case on why they’re the future of this division. Levana made it pretty far in the Blast From the Past for someone making their first time in the tournament and Kat, despite already being an established name in most wrestling circles, is everything advertised, in the ring and on the microphone. Chloe is a cute upcoming girl in the wrestling business. She’s been trying her best to keep her head above water, but that’s to be expected when you’re competing in the toughest women’s division in the world. E for effort. T for nice try.

There’s a reason why I say no match is ever a night off. SCW has changed dramatically since I first joined and now at my age, I no longer have time on my side. I'm a veteran now and the oldest active competitor here. The women’s division is so deep, regardless who you face. You really have to show up now. There’s no longer matches that are going to be a sure walk-through.

And then there’s Crystal and Bella, two names I never thought I would hear from again. Two names who had their hand raised at the last two Summer XXXTreme events against me. My track record against them combined and individually isn’t anything to write home about, but it hasn’t stopped me before. Crystal has beat me in SCW more times than I care to admit, and she has absolutely every right to rub that fact in my face, but that’s irrelevant when I’ve had the better overall career, by and far. Discussion moot, argument ended. But let’s talk about the reason why Crystal has the reputation she has. No, not as a Hall of Famer and the only five-time world champion in history. I’m talking about being the most manipulative talent on the roster.

It just seems that she also has to put her two cents in whenever one of her so-called friends are under attack, which is pretty funny because she doesn’t even have friends, or at least, she shouldn’t. If anything, she’s a cautionary tale why she can’t be trusted and why you never turn your back on her because if there is a back, Crystal will stab it and twist that knife just for the enjoyment. And I’ll be over here saying I told you so.

When Bella beat me in that blindfold match two years ago, this wasn’t a victory, oh no, this was vindication for the hell I put her through and living in her head rent free. She vowed to even throw me overboard that night. Of course, that’s impossible when you can’t even see, but if she had the brief moment to take off that blindfold, she would have done it. Crystal hates me, Bella hates me, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Chloe, Levana, and Kat will join them, if they haven’t already, and I’m perfectly okay with that.

When you reach a certain level of success in any field, there will be critics. Let’s face it, people hate others who are successful, especially when they rub it in their face. The new Bombshell Roulette Champion loves holding up her shiny title over my head but the simple fact is I don’t need a tangible belt to show I’m a champion because I  know I am one. Her title reign will be temporary - maybe even ending at the supercard because that’s an easy $50 in my pocket - but I am the Champion of Champions, and that’s something I’ll hold over her head forever.

As far as Sunday goes, I understand what’s at stake, I know that it’s every woman for herself out there. Unlike my opponents though, there’s no pressure on me to win. What do I have left to prove, to myself, the fair-weather fans, or the women’s division? Nothing. I’m established enough and have enough high-profile wins, championships, and accolades that I’ll be fine without a title opportunity for a while. I certainly don’t have to outlast five other women to get one because when there another opportunity I’ll always be in the express line than having to wait forever.

I don’t go to parties, I start them. Every time I open my mouth or work my fingers on media sociale, most people believe that my words are falling on deaf ears, couldn’t be further from the truth. Turns out a lot of the Bombshells salivate waiting to hear what I have to say, especially when I find myself in the middle of some poor soul trying to come at me on Twitter before I shut that down with some cold hard truths. Some can’t handle it and go back in their shell, some can and curse my name under their breaths, others treat these discussions like a TV show and can’t wait to get home, grab their popcorn and put their feet up so they don’t miss the drama.

Some say I’m only trying to get attention. If actions speaks louder than words, then why are my words speaking volumes in so many lives?

Leave early the hero or stay too long and become the villain. I'm fine with that, I'm staying until they chase me out of town with torches.

Deal with it.

 

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

“Why are we here?”

“Sorry, but philosophical questions are not my expertise.”

“No, I mean...”

[The camera pulls back to show Mercedes and Irma at a St. Patrick's Day Parade. As with most festive occasions on this day, there’s also a drinking marathon, music performances, and pub crawls. After a lengthy absence, St. Patrick’s Day was back in green for the first time in two years as America celebrated the holiday as every city celebrated in their own way, from New York City and Chicago to Savannah, Georgia and here in Los Angeles.]

 MERCEDES::..
Why are we here, dressed like a sore thumb, on this day?

[Mercedes and Irma are both decked in green and looking their festive best. Both are wearing colorful face paint.]

.::IRMA::..
Did you forget you called me because you were bored? You’re here now. And can you at least look interested?

[Mercedes' heart isn't into it but she forces a fake smile, cheeks drawn up and lips slightly parted. In a very resigned tone and her left eye twitching repeatedly in disgust.]

.::MERCEDES::..
Better?

.::IRMA::..
That wasn’t so bad now, was it?

.::MERCEDES::..
St. Patrick’s Day is so overrated.

.::IRMA::..
St. Patrick's Day is a fun way to celebrate the Emerald Isle and its culture.

.::MERCEDES::..
It’s celebrating someone’s death so not as joyous as you might think. And St. Patrick wore blue and he was British, not Irish.

.::IRMA::..
Would you stop?

.::MERCEDES::..
It is overrated. Huge crowds, drunk individuals, and green-dyed everything. Look at that idiot over there in the shamrock morph suit? How many people have we ran into suddenly claiming to be Irish?

[Irma rolls her eyes. She settles into another pose.]

.::IRMA::..
Mercedes?

.::MERCEDES::..
Yes?

[Mercedes’ smile faded the moment she saw Irma’s murderous expression. Well, if things were supposed to be looking up this weekend, that was now out the window. Confession was three days away and she already had a laundry list of things that she’s committed over the week. Oh well. What's a few penances and Hail Mary's between eternal damnation and Purgatory?]

.::IRMA::..
How far is it from San Francisco?

.::MERCEDES::..
 Why? It was a four and a half-hour drive. You're not leaving already, are you? We just got here!

.::IRMA::..
Remind me never to go with you anywhere again.

.::MERCEDES::..
Wait, what?

.::IRMA::.. 
Estás muerta para mí.
"You’re dead to me."

[Irma walks off without saying another word, leaving Mercedes behind. Was it something she said, or had she said too much?]

.::MERCEDES::..
No serás capaz de odiarme para siempre. Recuerdo!
"You won’t be able to hate me forever. Remember that."

Fade.



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

[REC•]

[Opens on Mercedes standing in front of the “Made in L.A.” mural, just across the street from the iconic Paul Smith Wall. The SCW Hall of Famer, fresh off her most recent win over Bea Barnhart, is all smiles. It’s pay-per-view week. There’s never not a good time not to smile.]

“So, I guess it’s time for yours truly to share her thoughts ahead of this gauntlet match at Blaze of Glory this Sunday. Not that I’m not looking forward to it, because I am, it’s that I never expected to be put in a match like this against the toughest talent around in the women’s division, and Chloe.”

[Mercedes holds up her hands innocently.]

“I'm sure when SCW came up with this match and the competitors, I'm sure they have a good idea that some people have absolutely no business being in this match in the first place. But here in SCW, everyone is given an opportunity to shine. Still doesn't mean they're going to win. But at least they gave it the old college try, and that's what's important. Look, I like Chloe, I do. But she’s going to have her work cut out for her if she wants to prove herself to the SCW fans and the other challengers like me, for instance. Clearly, Chloe is scared. And she probably should be, given that if she were to face any of the other girls one-on-one, she would have been beaten in fairly short order. She lost to Bella twice already.”

[She holds up two fingers to emphasize this point.]

“Can Levana stand and deliver on the biggest stage? Sure. Do I think she'll do it? We’ll see. I’d have to say Kat or Crystal has a good chance of winning this. Does that mean any of these women is headed towards a championship run anytime soon? No. But the winner of this match will go a long way in determining who will be closer to picking up their first title win in the new year in the women’s division. Chloe has a few months in since her debut last year, Kat and Levana are still practically new here, and Bella and Crystal are still going through the motions since they both failed to beat Amber for the title last year.”

[Chances are Crystal was also secretly fuming that she got passed over for Roxi this year and that she’s not main eventing the supercard for the fourth straight year, but that was none of Mercedes’ business. She smiles smugly.]

“Now, it’s obvious who is the clear favorite to win Sunday, because in a bunch of fives a ten is in this match. Confidence isn’t walking into a room and thinking you’re better than everyone. It’s walking in and not having to compare yourself to anyone at all. Out of everyone, I have the most wins here at Blaze of Glory. Bella won at Blaze of Glory a grand total of never, Crystal hasn’t won at Blaze of Glory in three years, and Chloe, Levana, and Kat are wrestling at Blaze of Glory for the first time, not to mention Leva is also making her SCW pay-per-view debut. Talk about pressure, right?”

[Mercedes wipes the back of her hand against her forehead. Mercedes and Bella were in fact successful in their SCW pay-per-view debuts.]

“Everyone in this match are going to realize that I'm not in that ring with them, they're in that ring with me. There isn’t a match out there I haven't been in. So, what does that mean for Blaze of Glory and each and every one of you?”

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

“It means, chickadees, that Sunday can go one of three ways: One of you will go out with a bang, a few of you go will go out in a whimper, and a few of you will go out in a blaze of glory.”

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

“It proves that you have limits. And while the sky may be the limit for you…”

[Mercedes points at herself.]

 “I have no limits.”

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

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

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

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

***Fade***

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

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

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

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

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

Irma: Hey, how did your match go?

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

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

Mercedes: Wouldn't you like to know?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mercedes: What are you up to?

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

Mercedes: Slowly, but surely. Like my career.

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

Proving myself is justified.

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

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

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

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

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

Great.

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

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

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

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

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

New. Bombshell. Champion.

 

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

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

MERCEDES: What else you got?

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

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

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

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

MERCEDES: What does Statue of Eternity even mean?

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

MERCEDES: So, an action movie, right?

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

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

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

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

[Richie downs his beer.]

MERCEDES : Let’s go.

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

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

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

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

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



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

[REC•]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Mercedes points at herself.]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Mercedes raises a hand above her head.]

“...are that much higher."

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

“So are the stakes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Being a 15-time champion.”

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

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

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

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

***Fade***

[Only seven years ago, Mercedes Vargas stood triumphantly inside a SCW ring at the inaugural Inception event. In front of a packed house at National Indoor Arena in Birmingham, England, the Argentine pulled off a hard fought victory to retain the Bombshell Roulette Championship. Facing an Amazon like Traci Patterson was a tough task all its own but Mercedes was up for the challenge. Against the overwhelming odds and strength of Traci, Mercedes has proven over the years that she was very, very difficult to keep down. She made that clear in prevailing in this Roulette Rules Last Bombshell Standing match, and still was fortunate enough that her hair and makeup stayed roughly in place.

Five years ago, Delia Darling, Angelica and Veronica Taylor all entered the ring to celebrate in victory with Mercedes Vargas following her win over Celeste North in a lumberjill match, ending a months-long feud between North and the Mean Girls. Whatever happens in Vegas this night would not stay there as Mercedes and the rest of the stable are presented with a loud chorus of boos.

Three years ago, Mercedes was close to making history. But close doesn’t win wrestling matches, especially ladder matches. The field for the Golden Briefcase ladder match was already tough as it is. Mercedes Lewis, Kate Steele, Apple Coren, Trinity Jones, and Pandora Barrett. Like Mercedes, all were driven and had the same goal in mind, but there could only be one. And just like in Vegas, sometimes a little luck can help you along the way. Lady Luck smiled on Kate Steele as she grabbed the briefcase, earning herself a shot at any championship of her choosing. For Mercedes, her undefeated streak at Inception was no more.

One year ago, Mercedes Vargas and Alicia Lukas battled in a match that had the makings of an instant classic. It helps that these two were longtime rivals even before they met in Sin City Wrestling and plan on settling things under the bright lights of Vegas. Another chapter was written in this memorable encounter. Mercedes put up a hard and valiant effort but history was not on her side as Alicia prevailed again just as in their first singles encounter in SCW. It also didn’t help that Mercedes lost in Vegas and at Inception for the second event consecutively.

The memories are still vivid in her mind. Each moment from Inception, good and bad, still serves as an inspiration for Mercedes to create one more, to add one more to her already impressive Hall of Fame resume.]

 

Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 9 al 15 de enero de 2022

I used to think that I was a loner, that I never even had fans. As it turns out, I was very wrong. See, you learn eventually that haters are literally your biggest fans. They go out of their way. Without even following you, to see everything you do. Talk about you. Obsess over you. It’s a win either way, no?

For those of you who didn't see my last match of 2021, you missed one hell of a show. And if you missed my match, which I hope is very few of you, you definitely need to see it on replay. Match of the Year, people. I was taken to my very limits, and my opponent pulled off one of the greatest upsets in history by pinning my shoulders to the mat uno, dos, tres. I mean, it was unbelievable.

You want to know what's really unbelievable? It's that I actually took Krystal Wolfe seriously.

Am I disappointed that I lost my last match of 2021 to Krystal?

Yes.

Am I rightfully peeved about Ariana Angelos and Amy Santino sticking their nose in my business?

Emphatic yes.

Am I going to have a pity party and consider myself a failure?

No.

It’s about big picture. At the end of the day, I accomplished quite a lot in 2021, and I plan to keep it rolling in the new year. That said, a new year means everyone in SCW is looking to get off to a hot start and get that next title opportunity. And what better way for SCW kicking off 2022 in style than with Inception V in Reno. I’m all for it. Goth and I defend the titles for the first time since we won them from Austin and Tempest, which wasn’t easy. How do you think their reign lasted for almost six months?

So, after a well deserved break and looking forward to what this year has in store, it seems as if we have a problem here, SCW. Why did it take so long for management to find Goth and I challengers when you have a talented roster?
Why were we kept in the dark on who would be stepping up to us in Reno in two weeks. Inquiring minds want to know. I get being a champion in SCW has its perks and all. But it means that you are also a marked wrestler. You can never let your guard down, and I’m sure there’s no shortage of challengers that would love to be us right now.

I get that Crystal and Brayden wanted a title opportunity, but there’s a reason why after Goth and I won these titles why we would take on any team as long as that team didn’t include Crystal. She’s the name-brand version of Jessie - only more manipulative. Those who know Crystal knows that she never does anything because it’s the right, decent, honest, generous, or unselfish thing to do. She does it because it will either get her in the news, it will build her brand, or it will curry favor with SCW in getting some title opportunity of some sort (I present to you Exhibit A: Inception IV). Usually, it's two or more of those, and often, it's all three. The saying goes that it’s better to keep your mouth shut and appear stupid than open it and remove all doubt. It sure didn’t take long for Crystal and Brayden opening their mouths to prove why that is.

Its no secret Crystal wants to achieve the Grand Slam and she’s been gunning for the World Mixed Tag Team Championship ever since. She must have amnesia because she got the opportunity to achieve her dream at Violent Conduct, but she couldn’t get it done. Also, Crystal got pinned. Not to mention, but I’ll mention, that she was in a championship match in almost every pay-per-view last year, including each of the last two.

So if her argument wanting to face me seems flimsy - I’m sitting here trying to see things from her point of view but I can’t get my head that far up my ass - her son, Brayden’s, is a real head-scratcher. It’s laughable that Brayden and his wife continue to push this narrative about the so-called "unfair treatment" that Brayden has been receiving at the hands of the SCW powers-that-be, and a distinct lack of respect that he believes he is owed because of his name when he’s won only two matches, hasn’t won since Summer XXXTreme back in mid-July, and spent the better part of the year losing matches since then. Apparently, Crystal and Brayden’s argument was enough to convince Christian and Mark to get a future title opportunity.

You know what, fine. If Mark and Christian wants to give one of the most polarizing wrestlers in the company and her loser son a title opportunity, that’s on them. Because regardless of who walks out of Inception with the World Mixed Tag Team Championship, I guarantee you that Crystal won’t be getting that Grand Slam so she might as well settle on that sixth world title she’s been on about and Brayden can continue to run his mouth to anyone who give him the time of day, which is no one.

As for me, I can’t rest on my laurels, because the undefeated team of Kristopher Ryans and Mikah are next in line. I’ve got a title defense with Goth to look forward to next Sunday against a team that does matter. So with the odds against us, what do you think we’ll do to keep the World Mixed Tag Team Championship at Inception? When it comes to title defenses, I answer the bell. Why do you think I've been in over 60 championship matches in SCW? I react well under pressure and that's when I'm at my best. When I go into survival mode, I'm a tough challenge to any Bombshell on the roster and they know better never than to count me out, but you don't have to take my word for it.

I'm going to find a way to win this match, not a way out, at Inception.

There's a lot riding on this match.

If The Black Sheep both want what we have?

Well, now it's up to them to take it.

 

Flashback - 23 January 2011

Un Sueño - Faded Glory.

There’s no better feeling then ushering in the New Year, especially when you’re halfway across the world. London weather in January was a lot like the weather in New York, cold enough for you to dress in woolen socks all day, or having that glass of wine on a cold evening sitting by the fire and listening to your favorite music. Sure there’s the usual sights and the museums and markets but the best part about visiting London in January? It’s a great way to avoid the crowds at all the city’s attractions.

It’s my third year in professional wrestling and only my second time in London. Two years ago, fortune smiled on me when I won my debut. Tonight, I had a rematch for a championship I held for just short of an entire year. Some people called it an upset, some people called it dumb luck. Whatever you want to call it, I vowed that I would not go gentle into that good night.

The weather was bad enough.

[Mercedes looks unsure of herself as she removes her glasses, shakes her hair loose, and tightens her overcoat. If she wasn’t sure before, she was sure that she was lost, which was the last situation no one wanted to face, especially in a big city like London.]

STRANGER: It looks like you're in trouble there, miss? Can I help?

And just when I this close losing my faith in mankind.

MERCEDES: It is cold like death out here. How do you people survive?

STRANGER: Were you expecting sleds and a rescue team then?

This is the way most of my misadventures usually ended, or even started. I was still new to this globetrotter thing, but years later, when I upped my frequent flier miles, I learned that good help is really hard to find. The kindness of strangers.

STRANGER: Sounds like your lost.

MERCEDES: Really? How could you tell?

STRANGER: Let’s start with you’re holding your map there the wrong way.

MERCEDES: Very observant. Ehm, can you tell me the way to the Waterloo Station?

STRANGER: You’re actually here right in the middle of Greenwich Park.

MERCEDES: OK?

STRANGER: All you need to do is continue straight on through St James’
Park…

MERCEDES: Yes…

STRANGER: And then, when you get to the Houses of Parliament, turn left.

MERCEDES: Uh...

STRANGER: Then go across the bridge…

MERCEDES: Ok…

STRANGER: And then it’s first right and you’re there, that’s Waterloo Station.

MERCEDES: Great, ok, so…ehm. Through Hyde Park, and then turn left at the Houses of Parliament…

STRANGER: No, no, no, right at the Houses of Parliament!

MERCEDES: Right! Right at the Houses of Parliament. Ehm… Cross the bridge…

STRANGER: That’s it!

MERCEDES: And then first to the right?

STRANGER: First on the right!

MERCEDES: First on the right!

STRANGER: And that’s Waterloo Station!

MERCEDES: Fantastic! Thank you very much.

STRANGER: No problem, you’re welcome!

MERCEDES: Bye! 

Probably wasn’t my greatest moment, but it could have ended much, much worse. Whoever said getting there is half the fun probably didn’t have to walk in freezing temperatures in the middle of January.

Sometimes, all you need is a point in the direction.

 

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

[REC•]

"Some things are better left unsaid, but you can bet I'm going to say it anyway. I can't help being who I am."

[Mercedes Vargas smirks at the camera as the scene fades in on the Hall of Famer and one-half of the current World Mixed Tag Team Champions at home in her residence. It’s been over a month since the last Climax Control and SCW event of 2021, two months since the last pay-per-view, back at High Stakes. Mercedes leisurely sits in an arm chair.]

“After a one year hiatus, yours truly is champion in Sin City Wrestling once again. Were you surprised that I’m holding gold again in Sin City Wrestling? I wasn’t. When you’re as successful as I am, these things tend to be par for the course.

“To anyone that’s ever been told you can’t do it or won’t make it, well I’ve been told that my whole life and today I woke up a fucking CHAMPION. I’m entering the new year as a champion.”

[Mercedes briefly looks at the World Mixed Tag Team Championship displayed on her coffee table then back at the camera as she begins thinking.]

“How many titles is it now?”

[Mercedes begin counting on her fingers.]

“Eleven, thirteen, fourteen, twenty-five? Who gives a shit, right? It’s been said my title reigns have been inflated just for the sake of inflating my own ego. And while this couldn’t be further from the truth and because I love to tear down flimsy arguments like this, I can’t help but rub in the fact that while I had a rough couple of months to start the year, I was still able to have gold around my waist by the end of it - just like I said I would at the start of 2021 - and, of course, rewriting the history books as I wont to do. Yes, I love hearing the sound of my own voice and just as much love to relish of my achievements.”

[Mercedes pats herself on the back, which follows a self high-five.]

“Now, Goth and I get to face The Black Sheep, Kristopher Ryans and Mikah, at the supercard. The previews for this match couldn’t have said it better. Four Hall of Fame battling it out for the gold could very well mark this as one of the biggest matches in the history of the mixed tag team division. Kris and Mikah have been very successful as a team and in their solo careers, Goth and I have been just as successful in ours so it should come as no surprise why the four of us will fight from bell to bell for the World Mixed Tag Team Championship. It’s just too bad somebody has to lose. But is it really a loss when you’ve practically done it all?”

[Mercedes shrugs. She’s been in many dream matches in her career, and next Sunday was just anotherto add to the list.  Whether you cheered or booed The Black Sheep, there was no denying that Kris and Mikah were coming back to claim their spot in the tag ranks, something Mikah was disinterested in even the World Bombshell Tag Team Championship were still active. Despite the World Mixed Tag Team Championship being four years old, it only took that one partner for Mikah to reconsider. Kris Ryan was that partner. Singles or tag, the Black Sheep would always have a legitimate claim as a threat to any title holder.]

“That being said, facing The Black Sheep will be a challenge, and that’s exactly what we want. When someone faces Kris or Mikah, they usually go at their relationship status, but I’m not going to do that because that’s low-hanging fruit and I’m better than that. Because that’s Kris and Mikah right, that’s Kris and Mikah, top of the mountain, the hood ornaments of SCW. Kris is SCW, SCW is Kris! I’m not surprised that people will be overlooking and underestimating us simply because of our history, more specifically my history with Mikah as I have never defeated her in all the time we’ve been in SCW. I’m sure that Kris and Mikah will be able to say that to all of you confidently that they will be walking out new champions, but time and again people end up paying the price for overlooking me. Kris and Mikah won’t be the first, they won’t be the last, but they will be wrong.

As far as Mikah goes, I’m glad this match is happening because I feel like we have a lot of catching up to do, don’t we, Mikah?

Hola, Mikah. ¿Cómo esta? Feliz año nuevo, a propósito. ¿Oí que usted, um, murió? Si sólo yo hubiera estado allí en su entierro para presentar mi últimos respetos. La cosa es, usted milagrosamente volvió a la vida ... tres días más tarde. Wow. Tengo que decir, esto es un acto resistente para seguir. ¿Qué es siguiente, andando por el echar agua?"

"Hello, Mikah. How are you? Happy New Year, by the way. I heard you, um, died? If only I would have been there at your funeral to pay my last respects. The thing is, you miraculously came back to life...three days later. Wow. I have to say, that's a tough act to follow. What's next? You're gonna start walking on water?"

Sigues ahi?

Are you still here?

[Mercedes offers a dismissive at the camera as she slips back into English.]

“You know, Mikah’s not as bad as people say. She’s a whole lot worse. Most people see her as a drama queen for good reason. The people who tolerate her on a daily basis are the real heroes. Myself for example. Because I have to promote this match, I’ll be nice and at least pretend to care.

I’m honestly surprised Mikah even accepted this match in the first place as I thought after she lost at High Stakes that she would be crawling back into retirement and living her best life in Hawaii drinking Pina Coladas through a straw with a little umbrella. If it wasn’t for Dani Weston calling her out for a match at the last supercard, I seriously doubt we’d be seeing Mikah in SCW again. Maybe she doesn’t have the willpower like Simon Jones, who has actually kept his word.

Then again, retirements are usually short-lived in wrestling and a comeback match evolves into a part or full-time return. Look what it did for Roxi.

I could retire right now and go down in history as the most decorated talent ever. I have nothing left to prove. In just nine years, I’ve already put together a career that is unrivaled of any woman, or man, in this company- past, present, or future. Not only was I part of one of the greatest stables of all time as part of The Mean Girls, but I’ve also enjoyed tremendous singles and tag team success. And nothing that happened last year suggests that I’m slowing down and I’m going to last a decent while longer. 

Goth has proven his doubters wrong since his return last year, and you’ve seen it for yourselves. Given his status in the company, he easily could have entered the World Heavyweight Championship picture and probably would be a three-time champion right now. He still could this year.

It didn’t take long for Goth to prove why he is that damn good, and now he’s carrying one-half of the World Mixed Tag Team Championship and he couldn’t have found a better tag partner in yours truly. Usually these Lethal Lottery teams are hit-or-miss and there are many people who wondered how we would gel as a team. Despite our personalities, our desire to win and being successful is what make drives our team. We both have a proven track record of success in this company and there’s no doubt in my mind that we can achieve great things, no matter how many people want to see us fail - well, me in particular.

“There is no denying that Mikah will make this match personal. I know she’s going to beat me over the head that I’ve never beat her, she’s going to tell the world how she’s Mark Ward’s favorite Bombshell and no one holds a candle to her, she’s going to come at me with her best disses and put downs, but when you’ve been successful for a very long time, you’ve become immune to all that. I don’t get rattled, I don’t panic, I’m not stressed. Jealousy, resentment? There’s nothing Mikah has done that I have to be jealous about. Blondes may have more fun, but we brunettes handle business, and from who’s holding gold, business has been looking pretty good right now. Mikah will bring her best at the supercard, she’s going to bring her best next Sunday because I won’t expect anything less and just as well she knows that I will bring my best because I’m not leaving this match, this city, or this pay-per-view without that title. Most of all, this mamita she will respect and know who I am and what I’ve done.

“There’s only a seven year age difference between Mikah and I. For someone who has been out of the ring for two years, Mikah didn’t seem to miss a beat and she went undefeated last year and I won’t take that away from her. But I’m realistic and I’m prepared as I’ll ever be. In this new era in SCW, I’ve been hearing that I’m arguably past my prime, but I continue to defy those expectations, both through actions and words. I live rent-free in a lot of heads in the women’s division, like Team Hero, for instance, and, yes, even Mikah.”

[This is what Mercedes believed anyway. She may even be wrong, but not from it.]

“All this time, I haven’t even made my New Year’s resolution yet. And no, they don't involve a scale or cutting carbs, trying to be a better person, or saving or spending less money.

[Mercedes grabs her championship, placed it over her shoulder, offers a defiant glance.]

“It’s keeping these titles away from The Black Sheep.”

***Fade***

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

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

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

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

Cameraman:
Are you...Are you crying?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sunday, I get to make history one more time.

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

 

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

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

“Full House. Beat that."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.::MERCEDES::..
No.

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

.::MERCEDES::..
OK.

..::JORGE::..
Really?

.::MERCEDES::..
No.

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

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

.::MERCEDES::..
Its therapeutic.

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

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

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

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

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

.::CARMEN::..
Uh huh.

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

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

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

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

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

.::JORGE::..
The movies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Mercedes returns to her crossword.]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Present Day ♦ N E W Y O R K C I T Y

[REC•]

"Some things are better left unsaid, but you can bet I'm going to say it anyway. I can't help being who I am."

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

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

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

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

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

”Three seconds."

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

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

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

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

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

Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 15 al 22 de octubre de 2021

Time sure flies when you’re having fun. There's less than two months left before the end of the year and it’s coming down to crunch time.

I’ve had many ups and downs this year, big and small, memorable and...not so memorable. Sometimes I can never exactly pinpoint whether I’ve finally achieved everything in my career or whether I’m really over my head. It’s been surreal and I want off this ride, but somehow, I got to see where it ends.

Hopefully this year won’t end the same as last year when I failed to win any of SCW's women’s championships. Can you believe it? Me and my resume, impressive as it is, reduced to milestones, is simple— zero championships.

I have to fix all that. I have to right this ship and next weekend at High Stakes is just the start.

I also know that it's that time of year again. The year where SCW awards the best of the best at the year-end awards and hall of fame.

Apparently, my award next weekend is facing someone who probably thinks I have no business getting in the ring with, someone who has a mean streak a mile wide and just simply want to break stuff. Despite the fact that Tempest has seen a few losses since her debut, you think anyone stepping up to her know that they’re going to have an easy win at the end of the night? Tempest is tough on her own. Now that she holds a championship, she’s twice as dangerous. In the few months since her debut, Tempest already has a highlight reel of victims she’s claimed, an eclectic mix of newcomers, veterans, and Hall of Famers, myself included. It’s not even about winning or losing, it’s wondering when you’re going to be next.

Now, I don’t even know Tempest, but already I’m getting the sneaky feeling Im going to be in for a long night, and that’s more than I can say for the long flight from LAX to to New York.

Maybe I was wrong about Tempest. At this point, she probably think less of me and simply wants to put me down for the count, and I find it challenging when I try to impress someone who doesn’t like me. But don’t you worry, I will show up for the showdown at High Stakes, because if there is one thing I know, and I know a lot of things, it's that first impressions mean a lot. This will be my second chance to make that first impression. But make no mistake about it, I'm not doing this because Tempest asked for it. I'm doing it because anything less would go against everything I stand for. And while I may may not be headlining shows or main events, I may not be one of the top stars of the company or hold a title or even the top title, that still doesn't mean I can't mess your day up and still makes me a dangerous opponent, no matter what my win-loss record says.

I’m about to enter High Stakes next Sunday in New York City as a two-time World Mixed Tag Team champion. Given how dominant Tempest and Austin have been during their five month-plus reign, not many give me or my tag partner Goth a shot at winning the belt a third time.

You shouldn’t bet against Mercedes Vargas and Goth, though. Because our current reigning and defending champions are about to be in for a rude awakening.

Tempest may have been trained by arguably two of the biggest names in SCW and Austin may be part of one of the most dominant stables seen in SCW in some time, but all the training in the world and Wolfslair’s dominance won’t prepare them against two legends of the six-sided ring. This isn’t the first time Austin and I have been opponents. Little known fact: Austin, Alicia, and myself had the three best win-loss records in Honor Wrestling, the company now known today as Sin City Underground and in the only mixed tag match we had, my team won, naturally, so I know Austin isn’t going to make the grave mistake of looking past me. Then again, Austin has bigger problems. There’s a reason why Goth has achieved the success that he has. There’s a reason why he has the most championships of  any Superstar in the company. He is that damn good and he is an Hall of Famer.

I know Goth can’t wait to face The Prodigal Son. And when he does, he’s gonna make him his son - and then he’s gonna have to call him daddy.

As far as Tempest goes, any doubts anyone has about my competitive drive next Sunday will have their answer. Fighting and surviving go hand in hand and that is what makes my resilience unstoppable than any opponent standing in my way. Anyone who knows me  have never seen me give up, give in, back down and sure as hell never seen me quit. You know how they have two-sides of Shredded Wheat? That’s me. The perfect balance of warrior and princess. And with my Latina temper, feisty attitude and general stubbornness, I think you’ll figure out why I’m not a complete part of your balanced breakfast. And while Tempest’s strength and power may be dangerous, my intelligence is lethal. They say brains beats brawn for a reason.

So I hope Tempest does her worst, because even at her best, I'll be prepared for it. Might as well prepare for the fate heading my way. There's no getting over, under, around or through it.

Prepare for the worst, hope for the best...

And may the odds be ever in your favor.

 

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

[If there was any time where you can see the absolute worst in humanity, it was the night they call Halloween. If not for the festivities surrounding the holiday and the perfect weather, maybe Mercedes Vargas could tolerate it. Maybe. As the summer heat passes and the summer crowd has left, Los Angeles is still one beautiful place to visit in October, and there’s not a raindrop in sight.

Mercedes carries store-bought coffee and was already regretting the dollar and eighty cents purchase. Fortunately, she could stomach it with the Sunday edition of the Los Angeles Times, which she was thankful for.]

Mercedes: Now the flight from LA to New York is what?

Ricardo: Depending on time on the tarmac, 6 hours, maybe, tops.

Irene: Are you suggested that or you made that up?

Hugo: I suggested that, but I was also drawing in my journal.

Mercedes: Is anyone else thinking this was a bad idea?

[Mercedes and her friends are dressed up as The Ghostbusters this year. It was supposed to be fun, but Mercedes is in a pensive mood as the days leading up to High Stakes was just around the corner. In a few days time, the Halloween costumes and decorations would be put away, the treasure trove of candy already eaten, given away, or hidden away in plain sight in some fridge somewhere. In a matter of time, it will all be over, she had to remind herself. Yes, even her most recent loss to Tempest on the go-home.]

Mercedes: They say a person should always choose a costume which is in direct contrast to her own personality. So what does us dresses like The Ghostbusters say about us?

Tomas: That we’re desperate?

Irma: Come on, Mercy. You’re no fun. Can you at least pretend you’re enjoying Halloween?

Mercedes: You've heard of the fury of a woman scorned, haven't you?

Irma: Yeah, so?

Mercedes: That’s nothing compared to a woman who has been cheated out of trick-or-treat.

Mercedes feints a smile, showing perfect teeth.

Mercedes: Better?

Irma: It’s a start.

Hugo: So what are you doing for Halloween, Mercy?

Mercedes: Last year, I had a glow-in-the-dark pumpkin hunt. Think Easter, but with pumpkins. I took some gourds, hid them around the neighborhood, and let the kids go crazy. It was a hit, so why not try again this year?

Irma: Nice. You’re all packed up for New York?

Mercedes: It’s tricky. One does not simply pack for a trip to New York City. But I did it. It will be cold, that’s for sure. So, layers.

Ricardo: She’s right, you know.

Hugo: So while we’re stuck in LA sitting on the beach. You’re going to…?

Mercedes: Madison Square Garden.

Tomas: To see the Knicks?

Mercedes: I’m going to be wrestling that night. But maybe a Knicks game isn’t off the table. Besides, you’ll hardly know I’m gone.

Ricardo: Trust me, you will be missed.

Mercedes: I haven’t been to New York in three years. The City longer than that. I’m due to make one visit at least once a year. You guys will be fine.

[Mercedes sighs while shaking her head dismissively, but then turn to Tomas staring at her kindly, slightly, bemused smile. Irma looks down on what is supposedly a scanner as part of her costume.]

Irma: I think there’s some strange paranormal activity a few blocks from here.

Ricardo: Alright...let's show this prehistoric bitch how we do things downtown.

Mercedes: Lead the way.

 

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

[REC•]

"Some things are better left unsaid, but you can bet I'm going to say it anyway. I can't help being who I am."

The sun shone brilliantly as Mercedes Vargas, hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, is standing in front of the Paul Smith wall, the famous big pink wall where people post photos and selfies. Our scene opens on the Grand Slam Champion fanning herself on what was an otherwise hot afternoon. Mercedes steadies the recorder before she pulls back her hand and smiles at the camera.

“When it comes to being successful, ten times out of ten, you’re probably going to have distractors who just aren’t going to be fans no matter what you do. It’s a cold hard truth, it’s an ugly truth that most people comes to terms with eventually and I’m no exception. There’s just no getting over, under, around or through it. I’ve been wrestling for 12 years, nine of those years in Sin City Wrestling alone, give or take a few leap years, and I’ve had my lion share of unpopular opinions, some are valid, some not so much, and others are just so rooted in unbridled jealousy to the point where I tune out the noise but if ever SCW ever had a Mean Tweets episode of Climax Control one day, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

“SCW’s women's division is loaded with star power. Some of these women stand out for their amazing talking skills. Many of these women are extremely talented in the ring, but some are more gifted than others. I like to put myself in that conversation. As a matter of fact, I should BE in the conversation, but I’m not and that’s to be expected because this is a results business. Pretty sure I have that covered too. You don't get to accomplish the things I've done in my career just by settling, you don't get to be the only Bombshell to be showcased in not one but two brands. You don’t get to be the only 13-time champion across SCW and SCU without proving yourself.

“When people used to accuse me of thinking I was better than them, I would deny it, now I just accept it. So then arguments like what I’m about to get to are to be expected. Some people want to say that my number of title reigns are inflated, which is odd because if they did their homework like they claim they do, they would find every championship I’ve won in the women’s division and take out all the guess work. Some say I’m not all that great and that I’m not all that I say I am. Well, I’d say the same about them, especially if they want to live in glass houses. If it’s about wins and losses, in the grand scheme of things, they don't matter when a superstar reaches an elite level in SCW, and I am one of those performers.”

Despite her decline over the years, real or imagined, her belief hasn’t changed her mood whatsoever. Removing her sunglasses completely and placing hangs them from her t-shirt. Mercedes runs a hand through her hair as she eases up in her chair. It was time for straight talk with Tempest and she wasn't planning on holding anything back.

“Tempest, you may hold the titles, but you also need all the validation. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 step in the ring, 𝘐 don’t need to 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘐 𝘢𝘮, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦’𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦. Oh no, been there, done that, moved on. I have nothing to prove, still don’t. It’s every other woman in the locker room who still have to prove something. I’ve already made it. I’m about to be a two-time Hall of Famer and one of the only two in SCW history. You will never get to that level. As a matter of fact, you’ll be lucky if you ever get inducted for one. You or anyone else can’t say shit to me! But when has  that ever stopped you?”

Mercedes smirks with an arrogant smile on her face. Never let it be said that she didn’t have fun with this. Despite being tossed around like a bean bag, Mercedes prevailed where very few thought she would be utterly defeated. Mind over matter and all that.

“It’s not easy to thrive as a woman in the wrestling business. It’s more difficult to thrive in the toughest women’s division in the world. Since I stepped foot in Sin City Wrestling, this waist right here…”

Mercedes makes a belt motion at her waist.

“Has seen over 10 championship titles around it, the result of hard work, dedication, and passion. When I say I am the most decorated woman in SCW, that’s not a misquote or something I came up with in thin air, there’s no hype surrounding it. You don’t have to wonder if those title reigns are inflated. They are legit, I swear.

“Don’t let the looks or my age fool you. I’m smarter than I look, dangerous than you seem, and notice more than you realize. There’s s a reason why I’m a threat to any title holder in this division. There’s a reason why I’m a threat to any Bombshell on this roster. There’s a reason why I’ve accepted Goth’s offer, mirame: we’re the step up in competition you and Austin don’t want to face right now, especially when you’re holding a championship. So cancel the streamers and the big banner, let the air out of the balloons, and tell your GO Gym people to hold off on the bubbly, or don't.

“Whether you love me, hate me or feel completely indifferent, there’s no denying one thing: when it comes to the all-time greats, when there’s a historic moment about to be made, when you talk about champion of champions? Nobody does it better. I’ve entered as champion at High Stakes, I’ve walked out with championships at High Stakes. I’ve made moments at High Stakes and come Sunday you’ll find out why I don’t play games, I win games. And I’m playing for keeps next Sunday at The Garden.”

She pushes a stray lock of brown hair back behind her ear with one perfectly manicured fingernail.

“The road leading to High Stakes is all about me, not an opportunity for people to enact their long-held vendettas built on bitterness and jealousy to hold any relevance to my career. In your words ahead of our match at Climax Control, Tempest, I was a little surprised that you offered to show me respect. Not that I am not deserving of it. Regardless of what the other Bombshells say about me, I’ve worked for it. I’ve earned it. I deserve it. As a matter of fact, it’s been long overdue. Every last Bombshell should be lining up outside my locker room singing my praises and kissing the ground I walk on. Johanna Krieger should be acknowledging me right now and every graduate of the OG Gym from Ariana Angelos right on down to you, Tempest.

I’m the mere reason why the other Bombshells have goals to reach and are trying so, so desperately to grab those imaginary brass rings. I mean, it’s not that they’re not good enough to break any of my accomplishments, right?”

No, this wasn’t Mercedes waxing poetic. She truly was asking this question as she raises an eyebrow, expecting an answer. Any kind of answer, even the wrong answer. She finally dismissed the question with a wave of her hand.

“No, wait. It’s exactly that.”

“If you weren’t in the running for Rookie of the year, Tempest, you should be. The sky is the limit for you. As for next, Sunday, though, it’s the end of the line for you and Austin. Don’t get me wrong, you guys had a great run, but even you know that all good things come to an end eventually.”

There's a thin line between conviction and stubbornness, and the latter have been associated with Mercedes, more often than not.

“Mucho antes de que lo supieras y mucho después de que lo recuerdes.”
"Long before you knew and long after she'll remember.”

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

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

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

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

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

***Fade***

Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 5 al 12 de septiembre de 2021

So it all comes down to this.

It all comes down to who wants it more.

For five weeks, eight of the most talented Bombshells in Sin City Wrestling scratched and clawed and fought their way to survive an elimination tournament to crown a new Bombshell Internet Champion.

And now, it’s down to one match. The winner goes home with gold around their waist and a sense of pride knowing that they were the best, not to mention bragging rights by winning the tournament. The loser goes home with nothing to show for it, except regret and “what if’s”, and wounded pride.

Somehow, I knew it would.

Despite what I think about her, Andrea Hernandez is as tough as they come, but at the same time she knows that I'm one of the few Bombshells on the roster who isn't going to stand around and take any of her bullshit. I don't know, maybe I'm the minority here. Maybe I'm the only one who has taken off the rose colored glasses and see Andrea for what she truly is. This sob story and turning over a new leaf is great for her ego. It's great for her self-confidence, but let's face it: It's all a copout.

It took Evie Jordan to knock her off that pedestal when she was Bombshell Champion.

Evie knocked her off the mountain when she pinned her to retain in the triple threat with Alicia Lukas.

Now it's my turn to make sure Andrea doesn't get back up there with a new championship.

But if she wants to look past me, if she wants to see me as just another name, if she thinks of me as just a pebble in her shoe instead of a road block in her path, if she looks at me as some pushover and don't want to take me seriously, that's fine. I'm okay with that. I have a very good track record of proving people wrong. I’ll spare you the details of the women I’ve beaten for titles over the years.

It’s quite an extensive list.

Everything I have fought for has led me to this moment and this Sunday when I defeat Andrea Hernandez and become Bombshell Internet Champion it will be the greatest night in SCW history because I will make history one more time not just becoming a two-time champion and the only woman to win every title in the women’s division at least twice, but also winning title number 13 and becoming Bombshell Grand Slam Champion again. No one else has done that more than once. I’m about to accomplish that for the third time.

Some women on the roster are happy to claim a roster spot, as long as the check clears. Others are just here to see their BFFs and not much else. I came here to win championships.

Andrea, I know this is probably not the match you were expecting in the tournament final, certainly not an all-Latina final, but have a heart. You just might like our match. In your mind, you're probably thinking this will be just another night in the office, and that's fine. I can understand if you were to try every conceivable way to get through the night and finally get the vindication you’re after - real or imagined. The reality is you’re not going to get off that easy because you're going to have to work twice as hard to walk out of Anchorage, Alaska with the Bombshell Internet Championship. They say you’re the odds-on-favorite to win. I don't have to ease the doubt in anyone's mind because people already know what's going to happen. And I get it, everyone thinks you’re about to steamroll your way to another dominant victory. You’re undefeated, I'm not. It would be fair to say that the odds aren’t in my favor. I wouldn't be surprised if a poll was taken right now that says I have zero chance of winning. But isn't it funny how it's always the dark horse that comes away with everything, overcoming the odds and leaving everyone speechless? Or that bump in the road that turns over that bandwagon? If you’ve followed my career, you know that against all odds, I’ve ran the table. At the end of the day, undefeated streaks aren't everything. Ask Apple Coren, ask Charlotte Elliot, ask Keira Fisher-Johnson, ask Bobbie Dahl. You know what they all have in common? I was the one who ended their streaks.

I think you already made it crystal clear how you feel about me. You just can't stand me. I would go as far as to say you downright hate me. Not that I blame you, you're not alone. You question my victories and relish in my losses over some of the more prominent names in this company, my ascension to somewhere you can only hope to one day be, but will never achieve? If you were able to accomplish even a third of what I've done in my so-called mediocre career, maybe then you wouldn't be the bitter, spiteful, and resentful of my success like a lot of the Bombshell locker room.

I know I'm a nightmare for anyone who stands across from me in that ring and I've proven that again and again. Before my prime, in my prime, past my prime, it doesn't matter. Go ahead and puff out your chest a little more and make all the bold declarations you want to. While you're at it, Andrea, go ahead and keep saying I've been coasting in my career or that I haven't faced real competition. Mock my win-loss record if it makes you happy. None of that will matter come Sunday, Andrea. The stats you’ll bring up, my win-loss record, who I beat in the tournament. All of that is irrelevant at Violent Conduct so don’t question how I got here but that I am here because when you walk down to the ring and look in my eyes, you as a first time challenger for the Bombshell Internet Championship, myself a former champion.

As you stare across from me…

As you see my soul through these eyes, the fire that burns, it’ll all be something that you’ve never seen before and you will see as better than you’ve ever seen me. So bring the numbers, call me all the names you want under the sun, try your damndest to downplay my title reigns, accolades, and accomplishments. You can throw my past back in my face, but that doesn’t worry me because that’s something I’m going to own, not run away from. I'm not going to hide it. I've had a lot of success over the years, that much can't be argued. I've taken my knocks, I've lost more than my fair share. But you know what happened after that? I got back up. I always get back up. And now that I’m more focused? All that matters is when I either put you to sleep, make you tap, or knock you the hell out in the center of that ring.

So if I were you, and I'm SOOOOO glad I'm not, I'd be counting them down, sweetheart. No, not the moment until you become champion, not how long I'll be on my back either. But counting on any doubts you have about my competitive drive before Sunday magically disappearing when I whip your ass like a red-headed stepchild. You're hoping for my worst, I'm ready for your best. So don't come looking for me, because I'm coming for you. And you better do everything humanly possible to avoid getting my hands on you, because the instant I do, I can't promise it well end well for you.

For me to make history one more time at Violent Conduct, for me to achieve my dreams, I have to crush yours, Andrea, simple as that. You may be the baddest bitch in the building, but you're going to be put down like one. And I still plan to knock that chip off your shoulder and wipe that smile off your face and having my hand raised and being declared the last woman standing. I don't care that you share the opinion of everyone in this company, I don't care how confident you are, I'm that much more. I'm always hungry, but I'm never satisfied. Although being a twelve-time champion is great, I like being a thirteen-time champion even better. Come Sunday, I'm walking in a challenger, but I'm walking out champion once again. Maybe even a double champion when I wipe the floor with Amy Santino to open the show.

Sometimes you're the student, sometimes you're the teacher, and sometimes you're the lesson. I'm not just the standard, but the exception to the rule. At Violent Conduct, you're going to learn that lesson real fast come Sunday in Anchorage, Alaska and you can learn that lesson the easy way, or I can teach it to you the hard way. Either way, it’s time for the final exam.

 

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

Mercedes raises an eyebrow her smartphone goes off. The display shows the incoming call is from her parents via Facetime. Mercedes shakes her head, sighs, then puts on a fake smile and answers.

Mercedes: Oh hey, it’s my parents!

Either they didn’t notice her monotone or didn’t care, they speak excitedly in English.

Estelle: Aw there she is! Hi, sweetheart!

The video cuts between Estelle on her phone now and again. Fernando will pop in and out of frame.

Fernando: You ready for your trip to The Great White North?

Mercedes: Dad, that’s Canada. I’m going to Alaska?

Fernando: Right. I knew that. I was only testing you.

Fernando brings out a fat three-ring binder which appeared to be filled with travel notes.

Fernando: Your mom and I did this over two days at favorite coffee shops, looking at a map and doing a lot of googling where to stay and information about the various towns along the way. Who knew Alaska had so many towns?

Mercedes: Good. Great. Grand. Wonderful.

Estelle: Yeah? Everything you ever hoped for?

Mercedes: Everything I ever planned for. Couldn’t be happier. With parents like you, who needs adoption?

Fernando pops his head into frame.

Fernando: Turns out the adoption part was true. How did you found out?

[Estelle pokes her husband in the ribs and gives him a crossed look. Mercedes doesn’t even begin to answer. The discovery was clearly obvious as Mercedes shakes her head. Of course, her father always knew how to lighten the mood.[/i]

Estelle: Aw, you poor thing.

Mercedes: Mom.

Estelle: Que latisma! ¿Quieres hablar de ello?
That’s too bad. Do you want to talk about it?

Mercedes: Mom. Mom -

Estelle: Escuchaste eso? Mercedes y Mickey - Ellos rompieron. ¿Te lo puedes creer, Fernando?
Did you hear that? Mercedes and Mickey – they broke up. Can you believe it, Fernando?

Mercedes: Mom! You know what-- it’s been a really long cycle , and I have a match again this weekend. I should really -

Estelle: That’s right, mija. You get some rest! Carpe died. Seize the day!

Fernando: Wouldn’t want to disappoint your fans.

Estelle: Bye bye, Mercedes! Safe travels!

Mercedes gives an eyeroll to her parents.

Mercedes: Yeah, bye.

She hangs up, defeated. She can almost hear the radio cueing up again right about now. With that, Mercedes throws her smartphone on the sofa and retreats to the living room. The couch was bare, throw pillows were scattered on the floor. Mercedes spins around in place before plops down near the far end of the sofa. She speaks quietly to herself.

Mercedes: Tomorrow’s another day...

Another day that leaves her that much closer to decision day. She wasn’t ready. Sunday would be here before she knew it and the only thing she can think about now is her next match. And all the trouble that went along with it.

•••

The proverbial dog days of summer has already one gone, though unofficially that ends on Labor Day. Mercedes Vargas has been on a roll in both SCU and SCW in what was a rough start to 2021. Already 16 matches into the year since the calendar flipped to September, she was hoping that her recent run was a sign of things to come for the first time in a long time. Maybe, just maybe, things were turning the corner.

It's been a long, at times frustrating, journey back to championship contention for Mercedes. She was hoping it wouldn't stop there at Violent Conduct. And yet maybe, just, maybe things were turning the corner.

The Bombshell Internet Championship Tournament was the breakthrough she was waiting for. And now it was down to the final. To say this weekend victory won't be so easy was an under. Then again, she never wanted it to be. They say you're never as good as everyone tells you when you win, and you're never as bad as they say when you lose. You’re only as good as your last match. Or in Mercedes’s case, the next one. There's less than three months left before the end of the year and history says that Mercedes usually ended the year with a bang. Would this year be any different? She hoped so, if her career record in September matches had anything to do with it.

Mercedes steps back for a minute as a group of kids run pasts her. Mercedes continues walking and talking with Irma and Ricardo, dividing her attention between the ground and looking ahead. The orange glow bathes on the city.

Mercedes: I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about the Bombshell Internet Championship. It's almost insulting. I can't...I can't do this anymore.

Irma: Now you're talking crazy. This might be the only chance you'll ever be champion again.

Mercedes: I'm good enough to win every championship in the division, I'm good enough to win back the Bombshell Internet Championship, the right way, which I did.

Ricardo: Who says you can't do it again?

Irritation crossed her face and she gave her Ricardo a level look.

Mercedes: If winning the Bombshell Championship was easy, everybody would be one. The problem with that logic is not everybody will have lucked out like I did. I made my career in Sin City Wrestling. I gave everything I had in that place and I’ve just about had it with the disrespect.

I already had an impressive resume behind me and could have asked for the world title match right then and there, but I didn’t because I know what it means to earn your keep.”

There's a thin line between conviction and stubbornness, and the latter have been associated with Mercedes, more often than not. She next heads out to the balcony where we find laundry hanging above a courtyard.

Irma: Some people get wet, some people enjoy the rain.

Mercedes: Confucius?

Irma: Roger Miller.

With a knowing smile, Mercedes mouths "sorry", shrugs, and turns away, leaving the her friends to stare after her.

 

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

[REC•]

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

“Did your homework, Andrea? I’m impressed. Word of advice, though: Don’t study me, you won’t graduate. Just when you thought you knew all the answers, I keep changing the questions.

“I’m glad you got all that vitriol out of your system and yet you say so little for someone who talks so much. So did you forget to do something last week that will instill this fear in me? Should I be quaking in my boots?

“I won't.

I’m not.

Sorry to break it to you.”

Mercedes offers an nonchalant shrug while mouthing the word "sorry". The offer was non-negotiable. On paper, this was Andrea’s match to lose. It was clear to anyone that she had the better record, the most wins, and the fewest losses. She's had an incredible year, Mercedes wasn’t blind to that.

“This is no comeback story, mirame. I’m looking to continuing my legacy at Violent Conduct and either I leave that supercard a hero by ending your unbeaten streak and spoiling your campaign so we don’t have to hear your irritating voice anymore or stay long enough to see myself once again become the villain and stay in the title hunt. Should you win, you’re probably thinking that I’m going to be sent to the back of the line, but know this that it’s going to be an express line because like it or not, believe it or not, there isn’t a woman alive on this roster who can stop me from getting what I want. You see me as overrated, I see it as the result of hard work, dedication, and passion. We'll agree to disagree I guess.”

Mercedes swipes a hand over her face. The once proud smile she had has transformed into a serious expression. It was time to address the matter of the opponents that stood across her from her in a serious light.

“But this isn’t about me, this is mostly about you. This isn’t about why my failures make you happier than your own success. This isn’t about the idea that you think I’m overrated, this is about you thinking that in your mind that I’m supposedly one of your so called haters. Andrea, I kinda hate to tell you this but it needs to be said: Stop trying so hard. You’re acting like a petulant child right now and it’s really embarrassing. The difference between me and you is that when people hate you, they will let you know it; people hate me in secret because they won’t admit it. You trash your haters every chance you get; I welcome mine and hope they have a nice stay and I’ll even give them the red-carpet treatment. My distractors are many, but if I believe in myself then that’s about the best damn validation I’ll ever need.

Haters come, haters go. I continue to do my thing. That’s why I’ve thrived for so long.”

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

“Thing is Andrea, I’m not going to give you a hard time and point out your flaws or make you feel miserable. I’m not jealous of your success because there’s nothing you have done that I need to be jealous about. I won’t hype myself up by bringing another woman down but I won’t make excuses for myself either. It’s all about situation and opportunity in SCW and call it what you want and debate on who we beat - or didn’t get to beat - in the tournament, we’re simply in this spot not by claiming it, but by earning it.

No, I'm not looking to take the easy way out. Real champions stare adversity in the face and tackle it head on. I've been doing that for 12 years, sweetheart, including the last eight in this company.

This match? No cheating necessary, just the will to win.

Mercedes takes a deep breath, brushes away a few strands of her hair from her eyes.

“For you Sunday is a mere formality to the top. You better be right. Because it’s now or never. As the attention seeker you are, all eyes will be on you Sunday. And if you fail, it will be the last time you can say that.

“If there is anyone who is bona fide, certified, and qualified to put a stop to your campaign then SCW management found the right one. If there is any Bombshell you think you can intimidate, you found the wrong one, and if there is any Latina who is going to be the next Bombshell Internet Champion, they got the best one. So, how do you defeat the undefeated? How do you prepare for the unknown? I don't know, I'm not sure, but it will be fun to find out. By virtue of having your name across from mine, it will be my honor to give you that first loss this year.

“I have cemented my name among the all-time greats and have beaten the best that SCW has to offer. If you wanted competition, all you had to do was ask. At Violent Conduct, you get to face the gatekeeper of the Bombshells Division, and I know I'm more than you can handle.

“Yours truly, Mercedes Vargas, is back to her winning ways and someone is going to end up on my checklist. I think I have a pretty good idea who that could be. Hope springs eternal and it will only be a matter of time, a matter of when, not if, and a matter of who I'll have to go through to get championship gold around this waist. And if you don’t believe me, just watch.

“For Andrea, Sunday won't be an audition, it will be a reminder.”

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

“Mucho antes de que ella supiera y mucho después de que lo recuerde.”
"Long before she knew and long after she'll remember.”

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

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

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

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

***Fade***

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

[REC•]

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

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

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

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

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

Mercedes actually does so just because she can.

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

But mostly excited.

Or should I be mostly afraid?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***Fade***

Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 11 al 18 de julio de 2021

You know what I should be doing this weekend? You know what should be grabbing my attention right now, what should be of importance?

Summer XXXtreme.

Oh, you thought I was about to talk about Argentina winning the Copa America or about England's meltdown against Italy in the Euros, didn't you? Since, you know, that's all I seem to talk about these days, right?

Believe it or not, I'm just as serious about Summer XXXtreme than I am about football matches, as prestigious as these tournaments are, but let's get this where it should be.

Competing in one match in Sin City Wrestling is tough. Having two is damn near impossible. Add the fact that you're on pay-per-view and that makes it more difficult. Yet, that's exactly what happened with me at the Supernova event when I defended my World Nightmare Championship against GRIME Rainbow before later on competing in the 30-person Mayhem Survival match. The kicker is after that match, only one company stayed in business - either SCU or GRIME. Aside from the fact that I could be the first two-time Mayhem Survival winner and as the champion of the GRIME brand, I could be the reason why GRIME sticks around longer in Sin City Underground should I win.

Well, you all saw what happened this past Saturday night so I'll spare you the details.

Story of my life.

Well, it's no better than Bella Madison's, that's for sure. See, unlike her, I didn't come from a wrestling family. I wasn't privileged to sit in the crowd and watch my mom perform in front of bingo halls, armories, and high school gymnasiums, slugged it out on the indies, and then finally got their shot at the big time. I'm not the daughter of a wrestling legend. At one point in my life, no one showed me the ropes or gave me advice to get my foot in the door in professional wrestling. I wasn't born into this nor was I a diehard fan growing up. I didn't get any of that. I didn't dream of success. I worked for it. I had to start from the very very ground up in my career and in Sin City Wrestling and work my way to becoming the most decorated talent of all time. Find anyone else alive who does what I do as well as I do it as often as I do it. You can’t.

When you’re just starting out and trying to make your name like I did, you don’t have that luxury. Believe me, I've had to overcome some tough odds to get to where I am today and if I had to do it all over again, I wouldn't change a thing.

Even when I first came to Sin City Wrestling, I already had an impressive resume behind me, but never did I think that I was too good for the roster. I was told that I wasn't going to amount to much and I was past my prime. When I look back at my career and everything I've accomplished in my eight years here, it really makes me wonder. I'm the only 12-time champion in SCW history. Well, 13 if you count my GRIME World Championship reign. The funny thing about that is, I won every one of my titles after the age of 30. Isn't that crazy?

It's justified this five-feet-seven, one hundred twenty-five pound Latina was more fit for the runways then for mixing it up inside a twenty-by-twenty ring.

Seems like I've done pretty well for myself these past eight years. Hard work is its own reward and success is the sweetest revenge.

The women's division is so deep, regardless of who you face. You really have to show up now. There's no longer matches that are going to a sure thing.

My career in Sin City Wrestling is almost beyond comparison, easily, easily, one of the most incredible in this company's history. That can't be argued. At this point in my career, I'm beyond proving myself. I've proven that with my career, I've proven that with my numerous accomplishments and rewriting the history books, I've proven that with the people I've beaten, I've proven that with my longevity, I've proven that by main eventing Climax Control and pay-per-views. Maybe I'm not the competitor I once was, maybe I'm past my prime, maybe I'm on the mend, but I'm still better than most of the division. I'm still a nightmare to anyone put in front of me and I'm still good enough and smart enough to compete at a very high level.

Facing Bella this Sunday at Summer XXXtreme would be a piece of cake. If this was a boxing match, I'm pretty sure I'd be ahead on points, but this isn't a boxing match. I could say I would beat this conceited princess up and down the Sun Princess. I could say I would love nothing more than to slap the taste out of her mouth, too. That would be an enjoyable for almost everyone I’m sure. I wish I could use whatever generic threats to get inside her head, but I know I already live there rent free. I could tell her that I am going to end her career on Sunday, but I'd be a fool. None of that matters in a Blindfold match.

I bet Bella thought she was real cute putting us in this match. To hear her tell it, this match is mostly my fault. If only I had been on my best behavior and left her alone, maybe she would have got to compete in the Queen for a Day match. It’s not like she's been hoping, wishing, and praying to get that special opportunity. She would have a better chance hitting the Powerball than winning that match, but let's not get too ahead of ourselves.

Expect the unexpected. There's no way I can prepare for Sunday. No getting over, under, around or through it. And to think I'm wrestling in both SCW and GRIME where expecting the unexpected is the norm. Bella said it best and I think anyone with a half a brain would agree that this Blindfold match will come down to a little bit of luck and a whole lot of instinct. At the sake of us both looking foolish out there, not to mention putting ourselves in very real danger, only one of us is walking off that cruise ship with their hand raised. Bella and I are two very proud, very charismatic, very competitive women who don't back down from anyone.

I'm facing the oncoming storm this Sunday, which is fine. Because that's exactly what I plan to do. Face it. I've lived through the Bird Flu, Swine Flu, Mad Cow, Measels, H1N1, Zika, Ebola, Y2K, Trump's presidency, Covid, Nickelback, and Justin Bieber. There isn't a single thing some little girl from New York City can think or say to me that makes me fear her. The thing about storms is the more you encounter them, the better prepared you are for them.

Bella isn't the only seasoned vet around here. I've been in wars before, against bigger, scarier and better opponents, and here she is not even a year in acting like this match is just going to be a foregone conclusion. For all her skills and her experience and the macaroni drawings on her fridge right now from her years and years and years touring the independent circuit, there's nothing she can ever do to get on my level. Whether she beats me or I beat her, the fact remains that there's two types of people in life: those that pay attention and those that command it as regularly as I do. The difference between us couldn't be clear: she's been merely good while I've been typically great. For there to be a winner there must be a loser. Someone is going to be a loser on Sunday, and it's going to Bella.

Voices will be heard. Names will be taken. History will be made.

And the world gets to watch it all as another brilliant plan blows up in her face.

  

O N T H E S U N P R I N C E S S

REC•]

The cameras are warming up. Mercedes Vargas watches the sunset on the balcony deck of the Sun Princess on its cruising destination. The time for bombast, it seems, will come in less than 48 hours. For the moment, though, something else was clearly on the mind of Mercedes as the pensive look was a tell-tale sign. Wearing a vintage Mean Girls t-shirt, the SCW Hall of Famer stops halfway, tossing her hair back.

"Saturday, July 10. Supernova. That night was my sixth World Nightmare Championship title defense. It was also my last, and I lost. And that's dangerous. You want to know why that's dangerous? Let me tell you why that's dangerous. It's dangerous because it made me more pissed off then I already am."

For a moment she bites her lower lip, now completely at a loss for words. Another second or two passes before Mercedes slightly raises her head as if she was ready to speak again. The viewers were getting here was pure, unadulterated emotion. She raises an index finger in a wait a minute gesture.

"But maybe it's for the best. I am who I am. I am who I was before the gold and I'll be that same person when I lose them, too. I wouldn't have it any other way. There's nothing holding me back now, no distractions. I'm as laser focused as ever because now I get to have some fun now. The day is here, the time has come. Summer XXXtreme is around the corner and guess who's back at it again?"

Mercedes points at herself

"That's right, yours truly. Did you seriously think the ninth Summer XXXtreme event wouldn't include the most decorated champion in history?"

Mercedes pauses, raising an eyebrow then shakes her head in mock pity.

"Summer is heating up, the parties have started and chances are you heard about this year's host. Yes, all in good fun.

"Championships, I've won those, many times. Tournaments, won those too. Mayhem Survival, been there, done that, and got the ring to prove it."

Mercedes shows off her Mayhem Survival commemorative ring from the first event four years ago.

"But none of that matters Sunday because, apparently, I'm about to meet my maker, and God is a woman. Karma is finally coming to me in the form of New York's finest, Bella Madison. Little Miss Five Feet of Sassy really has it out for me and this time she's going to get her revenge at Summer XXXtreme. I hope she does, but if she doesn't, it's going to be a cold day in hell before she ever gets her hands on me again."

Mercedes' smile faded as she briefly places her arms akimbo, a look of wishful thought in her gaze.

"Bella, you must be forgetting who you’re talking to. You can’t fool me the same way you fool those fickle fans, and you damn sure can’t talk down to me like you do everyone else in the women's division. There's a standard here mírame, and you don't even come close. Not even close. You don’t get to threaten me. You don’t get to talk shit and simply walk away. Every action leads to reaction. And that’s the way it works. I started this, and, in time, I’m going to end it, because I like to finish what I started.

Mercedes divides her attention between her filing and the camera.

"You want to play games, little girl? Fine, we'll play. Two can play at this game, but there's going to be one winner, and that's me. Doesn't matter what the stipulation is because it will end the same way: with me standing over your lifeless body.

"After what happened at Supernova, you, Bella, are going to have to pay the price. You can't say that I'm not generous because I'm giving you a fair warning. Matter of fact, don't take it as a warning, don't take it as a threat, don't even take it as a joke. Take it as your future. And your future, well, your immediate future, begins Sunday."

Mercedes smiles, running her fingers through her hair, then begins speaking Spanish.

"Yo soy mejor de todos los tiempos y ninguno de vosotros puede decir otra cosa. Soy el récord-rompe, rompe-suelos, historia-hacer, sendero-candente, toma de nombre, derrota de leyenda, la mayoría de los ganadores #CampeóndeCampeones.
I am the greatest of all time and none of you can say any different. I'm the record-breaking, ground-breaking, history-making, trail-blazing, name-taking, legend-beating, most winning #ChampionofChampions."

The arrogant grin never leaves her face as she lowers her voice to a whisper.

"The gloves are off, the war paint is on, and the checklist is always at hand. Wether you like it or not, I'm walking into Summer XXXtreme on a mission. Some may call it mission impossible, but a mission nonetheless and I plan on walking out with a win. Because in the land of the blind, the one-eyed woman is queen.

"Mucho antes de que lo supieras, y mucho después recordarás.
Long before you knew, and long after you'll remember.

"Prepare for the worst, hope for the best. And may the odds be ever in your favor.

"See you Sunday."

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

***Fade***

Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 16 al 23 de mayo de 2021

Sin City Wrestling is stacked with a lot of talented wrestlers, and there naturally isn’t room at the top of the card for everyone so it's common to see people on the sidelines just waiting in the wings for their chance at glory. Only the best of the best are chosen for the Queen for a Day match, but the only one to be selected twice.

I've won a lot of matches, beat a lot of opponents. This Sunday at Into the Void, I'm on the verge of history. If the stars align, if I end up taking down the briefcase in the Queen for a Day match, than I become the first-ever two-time winner and only the second wrestler ever to reach 70 victories in Sin City Wrestling. Surprisingly, I've been part of Sin City Wrestling for eight years.

Competition brings pressure. No weekend or match is ever the same twice and each year seem to bring more pressure for me. That I've gone this far and survived for this long is only a testament to one universal truth. Pressure burst pipes or they can make diamonds. And you're looking at the brightest, most valuable, and unbreakable diamond in this match.

The Queen for a Day match is a match where possibilities are endless, opportunities are plenty and the only thing is for sure is that nothing is for sure. Time seems to slow down when making history. Christina Rose did it, Alice Knight did it. But I did it first. This year, I will have a challenge ahead of me in this year's Queen for a Day ladder match and while some may question my place in this match, I can live with it.  Courtney, Alicia, and Char have everything to prove, I have nothing to prove and nothing to lose. Win or lose, my legacy is secured, it will never be tarnished. When you reach a certain level of success in any field, there will be critics. Most people want to see you successful. Just not more successful than them. That's just life.

Courtney is the dark horse in this match. But just because she's a former Blast From the Past winner, doesn't means she's clearly ready for the next level. Alicia is a favorite to win, but she was also the favorite to retain the Bombshell Championship against Seleana and Keira, and we all know what happened in both of those cases. Char can talk the talk - oh can she talk! - but she can't walk the walk. Sunday, all she has to do is climb. Maybe we'll watch her climb that ladder. Or maybe she will be back to where she's most comfortable, and that's sitting on the absolute lowest rung of the ladder here in SCW.

I know how to win like few others can, and there's a reason why I have the most wins ever on pay-per-view. At Into the Void, I'll be at my best under the bright lights of Vegas to make sure I leave with the coveted contract.

And if you don't believe me?

Just watch me.

  

Flashback - January 2012, Queens, New York

Un Sueño - Faded Glory

Walking alongside Roosevelt Avenue in the Jackson Heights section of Queens, Mercedes Vargas spots a typical kosher hot dog stand and walks over, finding it unattended at the moment.

Mercedes: Um, hello? Hello?

A voice from behind startles her, even though she immediately recognized its owner. She turns around as the vendor stares back at her, a copy of the New York Times firm in his grasp. Mercedes stands with her arms akimbo while shaking her head.

Mercedes: You have to stop doing that, Hans. You nearly scared the hell out of me.

Hans the Hotdog Vendor: Maybe I should do that more often. Here's today's paper by the way. I think you'll find the crosswords a little challenging this time.

Mercedes: I hope so.

Hanns the Hotdog Vendor: Usual?

Mercedes: Usual.

The vendor goes behind the cart as he prepares a chili dog as Mercedes reads the front page.

Mercedes: So, how’s business?

Hans the Hotdog Vendor: The usual. Same people seem to come often, even the inspectors. So where you've been, Mercedes? It's like you're a stranger these days.

Mercedes: The life of a wrestler is never done, Hans. I think I know practically every hotel chain in America. I'm lucky I still have a place to live, but as long as I have the paper, I think I'll manage.

She opens her paper to the entertainment page.

Hans the Hotdog Vendor: How did your match go at uh, what was it again?

Mercedes: A New Dawn, and I was supposed to have a title match that night, but that didn't happen.

Hans gestures with one of the tongs in the direction of the paper.

Hans the Hotdog Vendor: How anyone could do a crossword puzzle in pen is beyond me.

Mercedes: I'm a woman of many talents. Plus I have a lot of downtime.

Hans the Hotdog Vendor: I'm doing this six years now. When I have downtime, I start remembering I had to sacrifice to get this place running. It got tough in the beginning.

His cellphone rings to the tune of a Latin pop song popular in the turn of the decade. He raises his index finger in a wait-a-minute gesture.

Hans the Hotdog Vendor: I gotta take this.

Hans takes out his cell, waits for the caller.

Hans the Hotdog Vendor: Yeah? Central Park Precinct. What do you want? Two complaints against the cart, for what? Noise? Alright, alright. I'm working on it."

Hans sighs.

Hans the Hotdog Vendor: It never ends.

Mercedes: Don't you get vacations?

Hans the Hotdog Vendor: Vacations, I don't do any of that. Retirement never entered my mind. I got 20 more years of this and then I'm going to realize my dreams. I'm going to California and pan for gold.

Hans hands Mercedes her chillidog in a food paper tray.

Mercedes: Let me ask you something. A hotdog is great,but is it a sandwich or a taco?

Hans the Hotdog Vendor: What? Of course a hotdog isn't a taco, they're not even related. Do you see any tortillas and meat filling around here? That's like saying a steak is a salad, or a enchilada is sushi, or the Dahlia Lama or the Pope is just a guy. Anything between bread is a sandwich, as long as it's not more bread.

Mercedes: But starch on the bottom and two opposing sides is a taco. Plus the bun of a hotdog isn't even separated.

Hans the Hotdog Vendor: Doesn't matter. Even if you take out the hotdog and eat just the bun, it's still a hotdog. 

>••••

L A S V E G A S • N E V A D A

Flash forward to now.

"So what ended up as a five minute conversation ended up with 10 minutes arguing about whether a hotdog was really a sandwich."

"What happened with the inspector call that day?"

"From what I remember, there were two inspectors who showed up, asked him a few questions, then took him away in handcuffs."

The Saxon Hotel reflects the last sunlight of the day along the Las Vegas Strip. Mercedes is seen on a video call as part of an podcast promoting Into the Void. Like most of the world at large, she's wearing a facemask.

"His last words were "I'll be out in 36 hours." And just as I was about to take a bite of my hot dog, one of the officers ripped that away from me, and ate it right in front of my face. I was pissed off at that. I would have been hauled off to jail too because I was this close to knocking that guy's lights out.

"Into the Void X this weekend. Big match ahead for you. You've won the Queen for a Day before but that was a battle royal, this is your third try in the ladder match format. Ladder matches haven't been your strong suit."

"Ladder matches like battle royals, aren't easy to win. It takes a degree of luck and talent, especially with the more people involved. The way I see it, I'm being disrespected by my opponents, to what I've brought to this company — I've given years of my life to this company, to this business. I worked for it. I earned it. I deserve it. Respect.

"There's a lot of truth in that old saying, `Empty vessels make the most noise', and Char Kwan is a perfect example of that. She can use the underdog card all she wants but it still isn't going to save her from being winless this year. Of all the people in Black Sheep, Courtney is the only one who can't seem to get out of her own way, so I'm a little surprised why they haven't dropped her like a bad habit. She's giving the group a bad name. I don't even have to talk about Alicia. She know that I'm the last person who's going to kowtow to her greatness. The simple fact is, she's just a small insert in the SCW record books. I'm on the cover.

"I'm willing to lay it all on the line, to go the extra mile, seize to the spotlight. Whatever it takes to get back to being the champion I know I already am. It's up to them to stop me, and I don't think none of them can. I hope I'm wrong, and we'll find out on Sunday. The Queen for a Day match features four of the best talents SCW has to offer, but there's only one who stands above the the rest."

~~~

  

L A S V E G A S • N E V A D A

REC•]

[On an otherwise clear seventy-degree afternoon in Las Vegas, Mercedes Vargas keeps her hair firmly hidden under a fedora and hidden behind a pair of aviator shades while sporting her SCW authentic Mercedes t-shirt and skinny jeans. Behind her we see that she's standing behind a Harley-Davidson dealership on the Las Vegas Strip, a motorcycle of the famous brand is parked next to her.

"You know, over the last few years, two things usually come up when it comes to me: my tenure in Sin City Wrestling and my age. I mean, back then it used to get to me, but now I don't mind it much because it's par for the course.

*Many still find it hard to believe Serena Williams has been playing tennis professionally for 25 years, but she's has been at it longer than many of her competitors have been alive. She's going to be turning the big 4-0 in a couple of months, which is a not so subtle hint that she's past her prime as a professional athlete. And although she's been losing a lot of matches, and a lot of that can be blamed on poor luck, injury, and circumstances beyond her control, when it comes to tennis, she's still regarded as one of the greatest of all time in her sport.

"While many focus on the age of sports athletes, those who stay in shape don’t let it dictate where their careers head. Tom Brady is still winning Super Bowls past 45, and he just joined a new team. Sometimes life doesn't always end up like a fairly tale, happily ever after. Nobody believed that Michael Jordan played for the Washington Wizards or that Wayne Gretzky would play for the Rangers. And that's just pro sports.

"SCW has had a funny way of giving the legends one last magical run, even when some are past their prime. The few who are here, the grinders who's been here the better part of five years or more, are looking for that last payday, that one last accomplishment or title to add to that résumé. It used to bug me when people keep asking if I'm going to retire, being well past 40. Even though I've won at least one championship in my first seven years but none in over two years, I'm still the only wrestler who managed to actually win at least one championship in my first seven years. And who knows, I might just find back the gusto that would win me another title.

"Past my prime, maybe. Still got it? I never lost it. I'm like a fine cheese, I'm a fine streak, I'm a fine wine, I get better with age. For now, though, it looks like time may be the one opponent I'll have trouble beating this year. Well that and a crop of young talent finally catching up with me. I'm like that all-time great limping to the finish line just so I can say I did.

"Maybe a lot of people are saying me winning the Queen for a Day would be the same thing. The only thing standing between me and history is my opponents Sunday at Into the Void. Each with their own dreams and ambitions."

Mercedes removes her shades, folding them in her hands before she hangs it on the front of her shirt.

"Now, Courtney winning the Blast From the Past Tournament? Yeah, very impressive. To be fair, I guess injuring yourself on purpose to get out of your title match with Mikah, who was champ at the time, should be commended, so, yeah, congrats on that, too. But hey let's party like it's 2018 and give Courtney the title match she should have got. At least you got that at the go-home show. Let me ask you something, Court. How did that feel? How did it feel to not be wearing that title belt, hmm? How did it feel to have had your shoulders pinned to the mat for the 1,2,3? Yeah, I bet the memory is not so nice, is it? You're not even an underachiever. That would be giving you credit you don't even deserve. What your problem is you seem to fly close to the sun and then later regretting it. Sweetheart, you want to talk about me being carried in my Mixed Tag Team Championship reign. Hey, that's fine. You're entitled to your opinion, however wrong it may be. I think four out of five dentists would agree that Fenris carried YOU during the Blast From the Past Tournament, though.

All things considered, you really don’t have anything to attach to your name here, do you? But then again, this isn’t about win and losses, accolades or accomplishments or titles, this is about an assassination of character. You want to just simply disregard what I’ve done in my career as nothing, that's fine. I’ve accomplished more in eight years than anything you’ve done in your entire damn career.

"Haz lo que quieras, digas lo que digas. Que andelantas con esto? En sitio alguno. No le digo nada que usted ya no sabe."
"Do what you like, say what you like. Where does this get you? Nowhere. I'm not telling you anything you don't already know."

She speaks slowly, the tension in her voice softens, but not enough to put her at ease. Mercedes absently runs a hand through her hair.

"Char Kwan, when we step into the ring, I hope you're as good as your threats and you better bring everything you got in two days. I want it all. Every ounce of skill, determination and will you have, sweetheart, because I want to see the look on your face when you give it your all and realize not that you weren't good, but you weren't good enough.

"Alicia, it's funny how we always seem to run into each other. You've had my number the last few times, I'm not blind to that, but maybe that all changes Sunday. Maybe there isn't going to be a Queen Alicia at Into the Void.

"No, I think we're going to see the second reign of Queen Mercedes. And if you loved the beginning, you're definitely going to love the sequel. Whether I'm facing one opponent, two opponents, three opponents, you don't need to do the math to know I'm a problem. At this point in my career, I seem to make history nearly every time I step into the ring. Sunday will be no exception. The thing about history though? Like money, you can't have enough. Just like at Into the Void can't have enough of me. It's no wonder why I'll be making my ninth show in a row.

"Sunday will be a reminder to all of you of what I'm truly great at, and that’s being the Argentine Assassin, the One-Woman Dynasty, the Champion of Champions, the most decorated wrestler in SCW history, and more importantly, the Queen for a Day winner once again."

***Fade***

Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 25 de abril al 2 de mayo de 2 0 2 1

So two weeks ago I had an opportunity to make history and let's just say that opportunity slipped through my fingers. But you know what that's okay because the great ones lose now and again, that's just a fact of life. Do I still think I had the best chance of giving GRIME Royal Purple a better challenge than the two opponents she's defending her title against at Into the Void? That's not even a question. I'm pretty sure that once Into the Void is said and done that Royal Purple will leave Las Vegas with her second defense under her belt and that's not being petty because Violet pinned me in the qualifier, it's not because Krystal punched her ticket to challenge for the title, it's not because the Bombshell Roulette Championship has changed hands at the supercard in each of the past four events, it's not even because Violet actually won the title at last year's event, ending Candy's reign. Call it a hunch, but Royal Purple will be #andstill at the end of the night.

Wind in my hair, smile on my face, worries behind me. That’s not necessarily a bad thing. I’m saying that as a compliment. Into the Void is three weeks away and while I don't know what I'll be doing then, I do know what I'll be doing this weekend, and that's facing surprise, surprise.... Krystal.

I guess it was a surprise to her too because Krystal asked for a warmup ahead of her title match. If that's what she wants then who am I to deny her. Because I'm just getting warmed up.

After successfully defending my World Nightmare Championship for the second time against Omasa Tazu - okay, so the match really had no winner thanks to GRIME and whatever vendetta Rainbow has against her, but I'm still the champ regardless - I'm on a roll and I'd like to keep it going but I'm happy for you, too, Krystal. Finally got that first win under your belt since officially joining the roster. It's a great feeling, let me tell you. Of course, I didn't have Andrea Hernandez as my first opponent, it didn't take me nearly four months, and I actually won my in-ring debut but that's neither here or there. You finally got that first one and that what's important Krystal because this Sunday at Climax Control, things get a little interesting. There's nothing at stake save for pride and perhaps the opportunity of saying you stepped in the ring with the most accomplished talent on this roster. Last time we met, there was a lot more at stake. This time, you're one step closer to one day being the latest trainee under Gabriel and Odette Stevens to win their first title. Every student of theirs have been successful in Sin City Wrestling: Devona, Charlotte, Mackenzie, Daniel, Osborne, Evie, Fenris. Pretty sure Tempest will be be champion sooner rather than later, but for now, every student has turned heads, opened eyes and dropped jaws along the way, which can only mean SCW is in good hands.

In three weeks Krystal, you will hopefully unseat Royal Purple as champion, or you will try in the attempt. But that's at Into the Void. This weekend isn't going to be another triple threat match where you get the opportunity to pin another person. Here you are stepping in the ring with the one-woman dynasty of SCW. You're facing someone who shines under the bright lights and on the biggest stage. But you don't have to be a star to be on my show. Leave that to me. I give off radiance so other people can shine. 

When I came into Sin City Wrestling, I had a dream. To reach my dreams. Well, that and to crush other's dreams. I've had my fair share over the years. Proud of it. Not ashamed to say it. I live for moments like these. Most say I'm arrogant like it's a bad thing. But you know why I can toot my own horn? Because I can, because I've earned the right, because nobody said I couldn't, and because there's not a single woman on the roster who can stop me. So there's really all but two things they can do about it - nothing and like it. But even I knew, given my goal, I'd be in for a fight. After all, what good is it if I don't enjoy the challenge, right?

Some say this match is mine to lose, others don't give Krystal a snowball's chance in hell in winning this thing, but you know something? That's OK because she's probably used to it.  Climax Control will be no different. The only thing standing between Krystal and another miraculous win isn't me. It's only her total lack of talent and complete failure at will because failure isn't an option, Krystal. It's your destiny. Embrace it, drink it all in, sweetheart. There's just no getting over, under, around or though it. The saying goes that if you lower your expectations people can’t disappoint you, so at least you have that going for you. Just because you have that one win doesn't change the fact that I've abandoned all hope that you won't disappoint just as you had been before that first win because you are the poster child of disappointment and Daddy Gabriel and Mommy Odette will just as quickly disown you.

Most of the Bombshells in the division has gone as far as to mock my accolades because reasons, or willful ignorance or just plain jealousy. When it comes to my career, maybe it's due to one of these things or all of these things, or none of these things. Whatever the case may be, I may not be what I once was, but I still remain one of if not the most dangerous threats in the women's division. Honestly, I couldn't care less what they say, think or do. I'm too busy with my own stuff to notice. What I DO care about is possibly getting my next win this weekend, and I have a feeling I'm going to add a new name on my checklist.

So who's afraid of Krystal Wolfe?


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

It's Not Whether You Win or Lose: Gatekeeper the 28th: Mentiras, Malditas Mentiras (Lies, Damned Lies..., Part XIV)

[REC•]

Mercedes Vargas sits on the docks of the Santa Monica pier under favorable weather and an amazing view of turquoise water. On her lap, the GRIME World Nightmare championship glistens in the sunlight as the Hall of Famer smiles, her casual boho style clothing of ruffled sleeveless aquamarine top paired with black leggings. As if on cue, she looks up at the camera.

"I guess this is where I start out and say 'curses, foiled again,' right? Violet Amelia Holt is going to challenge for the Bombshell Roulette Championship at Into the Void for the second straight year and she did it at my expense. But while she can hold that win over my head, at least I can hold a championship over hers because I can guarantee you that the morning after Into the Void, I'll still be champion. So as far as Climax Control 297, I'm not going to get upset over it, it's not the end of the world. Sometimes it's not about winning the battles when you can win the war. I'm not going to let this loss get to me. I'll do what I've always do after a loss. Accept it, learn from it, and forget it, pretty simple."

Mercedes remains calm, eyes steady on the camera lens. With a heavy sigh, she looks up again, shaking her head. 

"I've got bigger problems to deal with. My problem this weekend? Krystal Wolfe. It's a good problem to have."

She slightly looks up again with a forced smile at the camera.

"I don't have to ease the doubt in anyone's mind because people already know what's going to happen. If Krystal beats me, well, good on her, but that's only half the battle because we're going  to find out a lot of things this Sunday. We're going to find out if you have prepared enough for your title match. We're going to find out if HB Carter's pep talks will have motivated you to success. We're going to find out whether you have that drive to finally achieve your dreams in winning your first title. Most of all, Krystal, we'll find out if you're really a contender or a pretender. We're going to find out whether you will bask in the spotlight or end up looking up at the arena lights."

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

"You've gone a long time without a singles win since you beat Veronica that one time before you officially joined the roster, but that's neither here or there. You're only as good as your last match. Only, this one isn't going to be your night."

Mercedes shakes her head while mouthing the word “no", then reaches over for her checklist.

"Beggars can't be choosers."

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

"But then again, Krystal, you never had a choice."

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

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

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

***Fade***