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Title: Asterisk the Third: Less is More, More is Better
Post by: Mercedes Vargas on June 27, 2014, 03:31:17 AM

 As our scene opens, Mercedes stands in the middle of her living room apartment. Perhaps a better description would be she was standing in the middle of what use to be her living room apartment. Now it looked like a hurricane passed through it. Looking at this disaster there was only one thing she could say.

"What did I do to deserve this kindness?”

In about three-quarters of an hour, Mercedes surrounds herself with trash bags and gets to work. She unknowingly steps on a half eaten pizza slice that was underneath the very pizza box it came in, grease stains and all. With a latex gloved hand, she picks up the pizza slice and observe it. Extra cheese, anchovies and...black olives. She makes a face. She did not like black olives.

Mercedes throws it in the trash bag, shakes her head and stares at the camera.

"The king has lost his crown. If you didn't already see it, go watch Climax Control 85 again. While you're doing that, please take note of some of your favorite matches or segments or that special Bombshell or Superstar that made your night. Now, the show was great, the fans were into it, there wasn't a dull moment. All of the outcomes were satisfactory.

"Except for one.

"The king has lost his crown.”

As she turns back to the cleanup project on her hands, she continues speaking. With the way thing were looking now, this could take a while.

"When Jasmine St. John's hand hit the mat for the third time, contrary to popular belief, for the millions of people watching at home and the thousands in attendance, the sound that filled William Peccole Park wasn't a cause for joyous celebration. No. From Reno to Laughlin to Vegas to Carson City, that sound you heard was deafening boos amongst the SCW fans. And if you thought inside the arena was bad, you had no idea what was going on outside. There were riots in the streets, tire fires, dumpster fires, protest marches, sit-ins, maybe a couple of Geno Jr. t-shirt burnings. It was an ugly scene that night. Sunday, the fifteenth of June in the year of our Lord two thousand and fourteen began a new era in Sin City Wrestling.”

She pauses turning to the camera with a matter-of-fact look.

"The Dark Ages.”

Rising in a half-crouch, Mercedes gathers the eight, ninth, and tenth cigarette butt found in almost an hour sticking out of an overly greasy french fry bag. She tosses it in the trash without hesitation, stands to her feet while dusting off her jeans and now offers the camera her full attention for the time being.

"Congratulations SCW, in one night, in one match, you sent back wrestling fifteen years. But that's OK, because every once in a while you'll have a match that leaves people scratching their heads. Powderpuff Hardcore match, anyone?"

Mercedes shakes her head, recalling the infamous Roulette Rules stipulation she and Amy Marshall competed in on the first show of 2014 that saw her pin Marshall to win her second Bombshell Roulette Championship that night in Laughlin, Nevada. However, their match from month ago was tame compared to last week's Bombshells match between Delia and Liz Smalls, which may have started that ball a-rolling on the dark days of SCW, at least in Mercedes's mind.

"Simon Jones's reign as SCW Champion is over. Shock, horror, outrage, dismay, whatever verb you want to use, the king has lost his crown. He lost his crown...to a clown jester. I re-watched that match and Bindy revealed that Geno is actually 19 years old. Really, 19? I never would have guessed. He seems so...immature for his age, don't you think? I mean, this is the same doofus that aired a talk show segment and not only did he make sexist comments about the Bombshells, but he disgraced the Latin American people.

“After that whole bonanza in Reno, I had to really think about my career in SCW. Maybe I'm making a mistake...Maybe I should take my talents to that other Las Vegas company. God knows they need talent. Maybe they would know what a real champion is supposed to be like, because Geno Baton, Jr. is not championship material. Geno Baton, Jr is the clown jester of SCW. Don't be fooled. They didn't drag him back kicking and screaming because of his wrestling skills. No, he came back to SCW to entertain the fans. He came back to entertain you and me. He came to make us laugh at him, not with him. With his stupid blonde hair and his stupid ring attire and his stupid outtakes.”

She shakes her head, looking down at the floor. From the corner of her eye, she watches a cockroach skate by, but she is too fast for it and she promptly steps on it. Great. Now she'll have to call pest control after this. Just another thing she didn't expect on her to-do list. Mercedes looks up at the camera, a look of concern on her face.

"When you're the World Champion, you're supposed to be taken seriously. Not just by the locker room, not just by the fans, but by other companies far and near. When they look at Geno, they don't think, “Wow! That guy looks like someone I wouldn't meet in a dark alley.” It's more like, “How the hell did this guy win the world title? Must have been in a battle royal or against some paper champion!"

She stands there for a moment, shaking her head in disgust and at the end crosses her arms in front of her. It was clear that the new champion was not going to get a vote of confidence from her, no matter what depths Geno would go to get attention. What can you say? Mercedes is a tough critic.

"But it doesn't matter what I think. (shrugs with an uncaring look) The record book says that Geno Baton, Jr. is the 12th SCW World Champion in this company's history, right or wrong, fair or foul, for better or for worse. Which is exactly how SCW is looking right now. With Geno as World Champion, it's three three times worse now that his clients are also holding championship gold."

Peeling off the used gloves, she tosses these with the rest of the rubble and enters the kitchen, reaches the sink, washes her hands, and dries them off with a paper towel. She begins on the windows, carrying a bottle of Windex.

"Things are a little murky right now in SCW, but there is hope. There is hope that one day, we'll be able to see clearly.”

She wipes down the windows, leaving a gleam in them.

"But that's OK, SCW, because Traci and I are going to clean up your mess.”

She produces a slim remote control and presses a button.

"Go-go gadget Roomba.”  

Next to the love sofa, the robotic circular vacuum comes to life and leaves from its dock station as it waltz across the living room, bouncing off walls, crashing into the legs of a coffee table and going over and around the arm chair.

"See, everybody on the roster at least wants to work. But no, not our Bombshell Tag Team Champions. They get to sit on their sweet asses fiddling their thumbs, drinking pina coladas, eating bonbons while watching soap operas - whatever Felony and Rock do in their spare time - and you what to know what I think about that? I think it's a slap in the face to all the champions in SCW. This is also why I have a problem with people like Jade “I-Wrestle-Once-A-Month” Manendez-Arcador and those pair of blonde bimbos Zuri and Blanca Cheapstain. This is EXACTLY the kind of thing Gabriel was talking about in his promo last week ahead of his match against Damien Cruise, which he ultimately won – no surprise there. So what's the moral of this story? (backing away as the machine zooms pasts her) Justice really is blind – No offense, Mr. Cruise - but we're going to open some eyes this coming Sunday night in Tucson, Arizona. Oh yes, yes we will.”

Mercedes gives a cocky grin as she plops herself down in her armchair and raises her feet on the ottoman.

"Traci and myself will be getting another shot at the Bombshell Tag Team Championship at Climax Control 87 and from the day the card was released, I'm almost certain people are wondering why in God's name is this the main event but more importantly why does Mercedes and Traci get another re-match to the re-match they already had in the Ivory Coast at Climax Control 81 during the African Tour. Well, I think we deserve another shot. It's about the only thing SCW has done right all year. Of course, everybody and their grandmother doesn't believe Traci and I can do it, the fans think that we're done for. Well, I know two people who knows what it takes to become two-time tag team champions.

"Rock, Fel, You're champions – at least until Sunday – but you're champions just the same. So, what kind of message does that send to the rest of the Bombshells when you're not even doing what you're paid to do? Was there some undisclosed injury we need to know about? In that case, instead of leaving everyone in dark, SCW should have put a blurb up or something telling us about that injury. Did you need time off? Same story. Except the only story here is that this Sunday isn't going to end happily ever after, not this time.”

She shakes her gesturing no.

"But I can see on your faces that you're doubting us, right? Hey, that's fine. I think we enjoy the people who don't believe us. It's going to be even sweeter when we beat you and become two time champions. But the reality is that Felony, Rock, you both own pinfall victories over us. This is a fact. It's also a fact, Rock, that you ended my unpinned/submitted streak, although I'm still undefeated in singles matches. But that's beside the point. Don't get me wrong, you two are dangerous, especially now that you have a world champion manager in your corner, and while I think even less of him than I already think of you, I know me and Traci have our work cut out for us.  

"SCW deserves better than what you're doing, Freakettes. SCW deserves better Bombshells holding on to the tag titles, because all you've done is devalued the belts by the day. Look at Emma. She's a champion, yet she's not sitting idly by and becoming complacent. Yeah, she's been Roulette Champion for two months, but she's not resting on her laurels. You don't see her dancing through the tulips, she's not having a rendezvous on every avenue with Ben Jordan. She's practically begging to be put on the card every week due to boredom really. In the real world, people like you wouldn't last. In the real world, people like you get fired. There is an unwritten rule that says you must defend the titles every thirty days – it's been two months. The least SCW could have done to save themselves the backlash they're having on Twitter is strip you of those titles. But I guess someone in management thinks that you're special.”

Mercedes pouts and makes a face before returning to her condescending expression.

"We know that's not true. You're anything but special. You're the most hated tag team in this company and there will be a special place reserved in hell when your sham of a reign is over. This right here is a rescue mission. Much like Simon needs to save the World Championship in his rematch, whenever that will be, Traci and I, we don't need to win this, we don't have to win this, we will win this.

“Because things will only get worse before they get better if we don't.”

Mercedes watches the vacuum come out from under the armchair and return to its base before turning back to the camera. It was a too little, too late for SCW's spring cleaning, but maybe there was something she and Traci could do about that.

"So Freakettes, I hope you enjoyed your vacation. As a matter of fact, why don't we make this a permanent vacation? Because after Traci and I take the titles from you, you're going to find yourselves having a lot more free time on your hands. After that, you can do whatever you want – watch the sunset, collect seashells on the seashore, ride the waves on some beach in San Diego. I honestly don't care."

Mercedes looks around at her apartment. It certainly didn't look like it two hours ago. A place for everything and everything in its place.

"At Climax Control 87, we're out to prove that when it comes to you two, less is more and when it comes to me, more is better."

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