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Blog: Almighty Fire: Veritas
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For the last half hour after another Climax Control was in the books, I strolled down the soulless corridor. I kept to herself backstage for most of the show even though I had no reason to make the trip this evening. I didn’t need to go through the hassle of baggage fees and airport security, listening for my flight being called or searching frantically for my boarding pass. And the ninety minute plane right from Los Angeles I could have done without, but I had a purpose to being in Phoenix and not forty-five minutes later was my words towards the new Bombshell Champion ever felt.
No, I didn't beat Mikah for the championship in my return match, but if I could beat her with the microphone, all the more to me. I was never afraid to speak my mind and that's the charm that se me apart from Mean Girls both when Delia and Celeste led it and why I became so popular with not just the crowd but the entire Bombshell lockerroom, sometimes earning their wrath. It also led to my rise in the company. And you know something? There was just something about grabbing that microphone and having the ability to hold the crowd's attention and that night in Phoenix, I didn't hold back. I was visibly annoyed and tired and frustrated and feeling every kind of emotion experienced during the last three weeks that even I was surprised that I let myself get carried away. And then I held the mic out, dropped it and walked away.
By the time I got to Phoenix, the entire world heard what I had to say. Reactions will be made, words will be said. Eventually it was going to happen. At some point the day was coming. I would just have to be prepared for what's coming my way. Luckily, I'm strong enough to roll through the punches. I wouldn't have survived eight years in this business if I couldn't.
Phoenix, Arizona. I've made this trip five times before. But that November evening felt different. It's more than knowing I'll have to work my way back up the ladder again. The question is who will be waiting got me when I get to the next city on the next show. A few weeks ago, somebody discreetly said some people needed to stop adding to the story and close the book. Funny thing was the final chapter of their story lasted six months and they ended up a disgruntled ex-Bombshell Roulette Champion who went out not with a bang but with a whimper at Summer XXXtreme.
And then there was another story. This story is about a woman who was just five years into her wrestling career. Who came into Sin City Wrestling a month and a half before her thirty-third birthday and despite already having an impressive resume behind her could have asked for the World Bombshell Championship match right then and there, but she didn’t. This story is filled with pages of victories, defeats, redemption, dashed hopes and success. Every chapter of this story defined who she really was.
Esta historia, mi historia continues on.
I've been in Sin City Wrestling for a little over four years now and I've had my share of ups and downs failures and successes. Every page of this book has stood the test of time. And maybe one day, someday, someone will want to read about it. High Stakes wasn't the final chapter I had planned. There were times where I was in a real rut and people convinced me I should quit. But I stuck it out and gave myself the opportunity to continue m legacy. I had a goal in mind to win back the World Bombshell Championship the right way and I did just that. I'm disappointed in myself that I didn't get to extend my reign or recapture it, but like I said last week, I don't mind starting at the bottom and working my way up. There were times where I hit rock bottom and rose like the phoenix. This won’t be anything different because I’ll be back on top before you know it.
So, no, this book isn't going be closing just yet. Because when one story ends, another begins. Pen will be put to paper and my next chapter begins when I capture championship number ten.
Instead of looking at the pretty pictures, maybe they should pick up a book sometime.
Who knows, they just might learn something.
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Just for a Thrill: The Thrill is Gone: The Weaker Argument Defeats the Stronger
S A N T A M O N I C A • C A L I F O R N I A
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el final de la tarde, 21 de noviembre de 2017
Pacific Standard Time
THERE WAS A PAUSE. Inside the second floor of her cousin’s house in Santa Monica – down the hardwood living room covered by oriental carpets. Past the flight of stairs decorated with hanging pinecones and green garlands and through a wooden door that is both inviting and usually left open to welcome. Mercedes mulled over the email on her iPhone. She didn’t have to go down far down the card for the next Climax Control to see where she was placed or her opponent. Looking back, this year has challenged her as any in her past four years. Things started well with the Mean Girls going undefeated since their reunion. Led by Celeste North, Mercedes and Veronica Taylor had a manageable win-loss record even after spring ended. Then the bottom fell out and the cruel summer months proved to be the most difficult to weather through.
None of them survived the casualties. The supercard was Celeste’s last match and Veronica stayed on for nearly two months but hasn’t been heard from since. Whether she was inactive or promptly left the company remained to be seen, but Summer XXXtreme still haunted Mercedes more than four month later. That, and the fact she was the only ex-member left as every Bombshell associated with the group has since left the company. Mercedes felt as if the reunion would lead to many more title reigns. But not even she saw what was to come. This was a repressed memory she wanted to stay buried for the rest of her career, but she was sure to hear about it more often than not.
For now, there were other pressing matters.
Mercedes: Samantha Marlowe. Grrrreat.
Carmen: I take it you’re not going to Thanksgiving this year?
Mercedes: I have a match in the UK the day before and now I’ve got this match going on Sunday in Arizona. Thank God for frequent flier miles. I never leave home without it.
Carmen adjusts her police uniform, sighs heavily, and removes her baseball cap.
Carmen: I’m not sure if you’re happy about that or sarcastic but you know how your parents are going to feel about missing out. It’s tradition.
Mercedes: You know, before you said that I was feeling a little self-conscious. If you don’t want to break tradition, then you should go. Don’t let me stop you.
Carmen: Merce, you know I can’t go. They have me working at the station during the holidays. Can you at least be grateful for once in your life and visit your parents. It’s not going to kill you.
Maybe. It was a mistake trying to convince her cousin otherwise.
Mercedes: I'm 37 and my parents are approaching 60. We don't spend much time together or even talk on the phone. We don't really have much to talk about, and they live several time zones away. Whenever they visit or I visit them, I don't really enjoy most of the time we spend together, though I do love them. I mean, they're my parents. I always feel bad because I know they love me a lot and would like to spend more time with me, would like to talk to me more, but I just don't enjoy it. You have to be crazy to think I'm missing my matches this week.
Thanksgiving week was perfect timing. She knew there was a reason she bought her plane tickets early., Missing out on her parents’ voicemails made her feel guilty, but they were by design. With her last chance at ending the year at least on a positive note, she wasn’t planning on wasting her opportunity this weekend.
She stops and glances at her iPad. Nope. No change, she was still on the card.
Carmen: Crazy, no. Concerned, yes.
Irritation flashed across Mercedes' face and she gave her cousin a level look. It was rare to lose in one city, but to lose twice in one month was just another sore point.
Mercedes: As far as I’m concerned, my choices don’t concern you.
Mercedes turns away from her cousin to walk out of the house.
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May You Live in Interesting Times
L O S A N G E L E S ♦ C A L I F O R N I A
Present Day
[REC•]
“Never give up on something you want. It's difficult to wait, but more difficult to regret.â€
I keep that quote taped on a wall because people always telling me, 'Why do keep doing this? Don't you see just hanging in there is not getting you anywhere? You're only here to enhance talent. Everyone is treating your pride like a kickball, and it can't much kicking. Just go to another promotion, win another title against lesser ranked competition. Why are you still in SCW?' And I get so annoyed, I get pissed off at the comments and the e-mails and the texts and the tweets and running into a random fan at a restaurant or on the street somewhere.
Regret. We all have it. I know I do.â€
[The Hollywood sun sets behind her back, Mercedes looks back at the camera with a sullen expression after what has been a rough time over the past few weeks.]
“So tough loss at High Stakes, you came close to breaking my record, but like me, it just wasn’t your night. Still this isn’t the time to write you off, Samantha. I think we know just how good you are. After all, you finally won your first singles against me. It took you long enough but congratulations are in order. They say lightning doesn’t strike in the same place so we’re going to find out if you can do it again because I’m in no mood to play games anymore. I have a mission and that’s becoming the first-ever ten-time champion in this company’s history. And I’m going to get it, even if it means stringing up enough wins to get back into contention for any Bombshell singles championship. Just like me, I’m sure you’re a little teed off after your title loss at the supercard. Only one of us, though, will get back to building themselves up again. Unfortunately, Samantha, it’s not going to be you Sunday night.â€
[Mercedes nods before she turned her attention back to the camera.]
“Since you broke free of Christian’s hold over you, you’ve had an interesting few months. You made it to the Blast From the Past before stumbling at the finish line, Christian put you in matches, your sister found her way back to SCW even though she doesn’t even work here, and now you have a psychotic clown stalking you. Never let it be said that you’ll never have a dull moment.â€
“Life for me? Hasn’t been very exciting. But you know something, I’ve learned to live with that. Because this business isn’t fun. Not when you’re trying to scratch and claw your way to win title opportunities and championships. There’s no fun here. And when you’ve done this for as long as I have, you kinda get used to it.
The matches we've had over the last 18 months or so, those have been fun. Don't know who's going to win, but I'm going try my damnedest to make sure it's me.
I'll see you Sunday in Tucson.â€
***Fade***