[We fade in with a closeup of Mercedes Vargas, who appears to listen to a question for a promotional interview for her match this weekend at Blaze of Glory. We peel back to see the Hall of Famer sitting in a director’s chair in front of a magenta backdrop. A white rose adorns her hair, pinned close to her head. Matching dangling torquois earrings complements a form-fitting canary yellow short dress that shows off her long and slender legs, one crossed over the other, and a pair of strappy sandles. Sitting across from Mercedes is a blonde woman who listens intently as she nods.]

Interviewer – Let's talk about your recent match with Georgie Robertson. As we all saw on Climax Control, your match with Georgie was mired in controversy as the match ended in a double countout draw. What did you think about that?

Mercedes Vargas – What did I think about it? It was crap. And let's get one thing straight, okay? That should not have happened. I get Jacob Summers is a veteran referee, that he's been in some of the greatest matches and moments in Sin City Wrestling, but you don't need to be Helen Keller to know that two matches in a row Georgie got away with murder.

Interviewer – The instant replay showed Georgie reaching down her top and grabbing an object from her bra. Open-and-shut case.

Mercedes Vargas – That ending? Really? The fans who paid their hard earned money deserved better, but instead they have to accept that bull****? (shaking her head) No, just...no. What happened that night was totally uncalled for.

[Mercedes is still visibly upset over the outcome.]

Interviewer – Do you think more effort should have been taken in watching out for Georgia using underhanded tactics?

Mercedes Vargas – Of course. She should be put under the microscope, she should have been told that she would be evaluated during matches to see if she would pull that stuff again, and clearly this was passed over, for what reason, I don't know.

Look, there are a few Bombshells who are more talented, hard working and don't have to lower themselves to using weapons or whatever as an excuse because they're untalented.

Interviewer – Do you think that Georgie should have been fired?

Mercedes Vargas – Well, I wouldn't go that far. I think she should have been suspended. But you know what? It's okay, it's alright. I was upset about it, but I'll get over it. There's nothing else I can do about it, really.

[To Be Continued...]


[Mercedes Vargas ignores the knocking coming from outside of the bathroom. As the sink runs, she close her eyes and splashes the cool water on her face.]

Mercedes: Stupid, stupid, STUPID! You should have known this was going to end badly, but oh no, you just had to tempt fate."

[The "a" in had is stressed out, to make it sound like “just haaad,” as a weary sigh escapes from her lips while shaking her head solemnly.

Mercedes: At this point, I bet I couldn't win a match if my opponent was blindfolded and with one hand tied behind their back!

[Her eyes welled up with tears as Mercedes tried to make sense of where did it go so wrong in this new year. But her moment of solitude kept being interrupted with that knocking.Turning off the sink, Mercedes whirls around and unlocks the door. When she opens it, Carmen, wearing UCLA apparel, stands there for a good five seconds with arms crossed, blank expression, just looking at her cousin. Her expressions softens into concern.]

Carmen: You've been in there for two hours. You okay?

[Mercedes wipes away her tears with the back of her hand.]

Mercedes: No, no. Just my sinuses acting up again.

[Carmen walks back into the living room as Mercedes follows. Carmen sat cross legged on one of the beige arm chairs as Mercedes sits across from her on the couch. The television was playing the UCLA-Georgia basketball game with the sound muted.]

Carmen: Sometimes you have to know when to step away. It's time.

[Mercedes's expression turns into surprise, making a funny face, with eyes and mouth wide open as she shakes her head in disbelief.]

Mercedes: I can't believe you're suggesting I quit wrestling, Carmen! I still have so much to offer in the ring. Age is just a number, and I refuse to let anyone tell me I'm past my prime.

Carmen: When are you going to face reality? You're not the same wrestler you used to be. Your body can't handle the resiliency it once did. I understand your passion for wrestling, Mercedes, but maybe it's time to consider a new path. You could explore other career options where your experience and skills could be valuable.

[A hard pill to swallow. Wrestling was all Mercedes has ever known. It's hard to admit, but her cousin might be right, maybe it was time for her to consider other options. It's tough to say goodbye to something she loved so much.]

Carmen: It's important to think about your future and what will make you happy in the long run.

Mercedes: Like what, a beach getaway or a hiking adventure in the mountains?

Carmen: How you ever thought about moving back to New York?

Mercedes: Well, I've been missing the city life lately. The last time I went there, the Statue of Liberty had two hands up. I can't imagine things getting better. Maybe it's time for a change. What do you think?

Carmen: I say go for it! New York has so much to offer and it would be great to have you closer. Plus, we could go on all sorts of adventures together!"

[With a deep sigh, Mercedes takes up her coat and heads for the door. She pauses outside and looks back to see Carmen as her attention is now on the TV.]

Mercedes: Looks like I have decisions to make.


Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 7 al 14 de abril de 2024

I've had a lot on my mind, my thoughts run deep and my emotions run hot. Where do I even start? My losing streak? Championship matches falling through my hands? That I can't even seem to beat newcomers who just had their signatures dried on an SCW contract? I can't help but to laugh but it really makes me think: Am I flawed or really unlucky? I'm better than this. I'm not like the other girls when they get beat, they simply laugh it off, they simply shrug it off. I'm competitive, that's just the kind of person I am. Every wrestler wins matches, every wrestler loses matches, but it's the great wrestlers that are able to bounce back from a loss, or in my cases, a series of losses. Don't mistake this as a sob story, I'm not looking for pity. It's through adversity where you find strength. I'd rather take the road less traveled than the easy way out.

Last match, I didn't lose, but I didn't exactly win either and that, quite frankly, has pissed me off.

Now, I can understand why Georgie Robertson did what she did and, hey, I actually have to commend her. People will do just about anything to get noticed, even if now she's been demoted to extra in the Bombshells Division with that Golden Briefcase she's held since mid-December. Georgie wants attention. She craves it, breathes it, eats it, needs it. But sometimes, well, just sometimes, attention isn't always a good thing. Especially if you attract that attention from the wrong people. That's why she attacked the top three Bombshell singles champions in a match she got to referee in. That's why she attacked me the following week with brass knuckles the week after that. And I suppose this builds to a brilliant segueway as to why that match entirely didn't end so well for me, because I was embarrassed by Georgie Robertson. For the second time this year.

So, I'm going to be a part of a time-honored tradition – yours truly making the card for Blaze of Glory, again. What could be better than being a part of one of the most signature pay-per-view events of the year in front of a packed out arena?

No one was going to deny me from once again making history because that's just what I do. I think its going be a grrreat way to spend a Sunday night. Not that Alexandra Calaway is any less important, because she is, it's that 2024 hasn't been the year I though it would be.

I think the all-important question is what does Alexandra have to do to beat me? It's going to take a little bit of luck and a whole lot of talent. She talks about hardcore matches being her domain, but maybe just maybe she forgot that these matches are second nature to me.

Read my lips, write it down – I’m walking out of Blaze of Glory with my head held high and my hand raised in victory. I’m going to end this losing streak. And as for Alexandra Calaway? Don't know what's going to happen to her after our match. She's still a capable wrestler, but the novelty is wearing out fast, which can only mean that it will be a matter of time before she becomes a fading star in SCW.

I hope Alexandra keeps those words soft and sweet.

Just in case she has to eat them.

But at least I’ll make her feel better about it.


Interviewer – And now from Climax Control 390 to Blaze of Glory. You're facing former Bombshell Roulette Champion Alexandra Calaway in a Hardcore match. Now, you seem to have a new perspective on opponents you've yet to face. What's your thoughts on Alexandra?

Mercedes Vargas – Ahead of this interview, I have to admit that I was in a cranky mood, but when I found out that she was one of my opponent, it brought a smile to my face.

Interviewer – Why is that?

Mercedes Vargas – Have you see her matches?  Obviously, she's pretty good. And Alexandra does have victories over some tough Bombshells so far, so she has that going for her. This really sounds like a challenge, and I like being challenged.

Interviewer: There's no doubt in my mind that Alexandra could prove to be, well, difficult. She very well could be the last opponent that you'll have to beat to get back to winning.

Mercedes Vargas – Maybe, but as good as she is, I'm simply that...much...better. And I'll be more than happy to show her why that is.

Interviewer – Is that what you think about Alexandra?

Mercedes Vargas – Alexandra is another women who will likely stay no more than two years, probably have a few more Bombshell Roulette or Internet Championship reigns and then leave because she wasn't good enough to become world champion.

Interviewer – Wow! That's some pretty strong words there, Mercedes. What makes you say that?

Mercedes Vargas – I'm not going to pretend and say that I haven't seen her matches, I have. It's obvious to everyone that she's talented. Just not world champion material, like, well, yours truly. She's got hopes and dreams, but that's all it is – hopes and dreams. And the only thing that she'll have that close to the Bombshell Roulette Championship again, is the replica belts from the merchandise store.

[Mercedes grins airily.]

Mercedes Vargas – As far as my match is concerned, Alexandra may come up just short in walking away from this match with her hand raised. She might want to bring along a six-pack of Red Bull. It's going to be a loooooong night for her. Part of me feels that it's going to be a great match, but then another part of me feels sorry for what I'm going to do to Alexandra this Sunday. Is that so wrong?

[The camera closes in on her face as Mercedes puts on a look of concern.]

Interviewer – Alexandra is a well-established name in some circles, and is no stranger to gold. She's won various titles throughout her career, not to mention that she's been fortunate enough to capture the Bombshell Roulette Championship here in SCW. Why do you think you deserve to win this Sunday?

Mercedes Vargas – Why am I going to win? Seriously? What kind of a question is that? Why am I going to win this Sunday at Blaze of Glory? Because unlike my opponent in this match, I'm the only one who was made for this pay-per-view. Why am I going to win? Because I know what it's like, and what's it about, and what it takes to be a champion. Why am I going to win?

[She pauses.]

Mercedes Vargas – Because I won't settle for anything less.


"You ready to taste defeat?"

"I'm ready to taste victory, with a side of humiliation for you!"

[Ricardo and Mercedes circle each other inside a boxing ring.]

"Thanks for coming out and helping me train for my match. I thought you would be busy, you know, helping book matches or something."

"It's not a problem, after all somebody has to keep an eye on you..."

[Ricardo quickly wraps her arm around Mercedes' neck in a side headlock, but Mercedes weasels out of it and counters with a waist lock.]

Ricardo: You've been grinding hard in the gym for this match against Alexandra. She may have been a former Bombshell Roulette Champion, but I think you're more than capable of taking her on and coming out victorious. You have what it takes to beat Alexandra and make a statement at Blaze of Glory. Believe in yourself and trust your training.

Mercedes: Looks like I'll be eating salad for the rest of the week to make up for this.

[They lock up a second time.]

Ricardo: Binging on pizza is never a good idea.

Mercedes: Excuse me? I'm on a diet.

Ricardo: Is that what you called it when you ordered a pizza with extra cheese, but they forgot to put any on?

Mercedes: The no cheese, all sadness special is real.

Ricardo (laughs): That's terrible, but also kind of funny."

Mercedes: I know, I'm full of terrible jokes. It's a gift, really.

***

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

[REC•]

[Leaning against the front of her Porsche, Mercedes smiles at the camera. Sunglasses are raised over her head.]

"So, I'm very much looking forward to Blaze of Glory. And Alexandra, I know you're looking forward to it too. I've got to hand to you, I'm almost surprised you've made it still in SCW one full year. That's an accomplishment in and of itself, so take a bow. You've earned that, at least. It's just that I'd thought your career in SCW would have been a whole lot memorable then it is right now."

[Mercedes raises her index finger for a moment, considering the thought then shakes her head.]

"Don't get me wrong, you had your moments, that great winning streak after stumbling early on last year, the Bombshell Roulette Championship run. We've seen how far you've come, now it's time to see how far you can go. The potential is there, the expectations is there, but in the end, what else is there now that your reign is over? I'm pretty sure you want to forget that night, Alexandra, but don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened. This Sunday at Blaze of Glory, you're going to let a lot of people down. You're going to let your family down, you're going to let your fans down, but most of all, Alexandra? You're going to let yourself down."

[Mercedes stares at the camera now and again, but only now does she keep her eyes trained on the lens.]

"This difference between us...

[Mercedes motions between her and the camera.]

"I have proven that I can maintain my spot at the top of the totem pole. You want to know how I got there? I got results, and I didn't get results by sucking up to the owners or having to come back and then disappearing every few months like some people I know. Believe me, I’ve seen people come and go in this company, some lasting longer than a cup of coffee. Most haven't even make it out of their first month. Sadly, more don't even make it after their first match. No matter what you do, what you say or where you stand, you have never been, and likely never will be, the level of in-ring performer I am, Alexandra. I am one of the greatest female wrestlers in the history of SCW. That's not a rumor or heresay, that's my legacy. I have taken on challenges head-on as I rose to the top and claimed my rightful spot as an Hall of Famer twice over.

"People hate me, but they can't ignore the fact of what I've done. You can choose to believe the hype or not, but it won't change the fact that you chose the wrong Latina to mess with."

[Her tone's painfully cold. No need to mince words.]

"See, because while you're still climbing the ladder, I'm already at the top of it. History remembers names, mamita. When your career is over, will anyone remember yours?"

[She raises an eyebrow as if she was expecting a debate on this.]

"Whatever plans you have for Sunday, I suggest you find new plans. Better yet, cancel them. Let the air out of the balloons, hold off on the streamers and huge banner, put that champagne on ice, sweetheart, because you’re going home. This story isn’t going to have a happy ending."

[A smirk appears as her voice lowers into a near-whisper.]

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

***Fade***

[As our scene opens, we find Mercedes Vargas lounging in the living room of her residence. The television serves as background noise as she is seen lying on the couch listening to a voice on the other end of her cellphone.]

.::MERCEDES::..
Can you believe it? It's been, what, four months, give or take, since I last won a match...It's a good thing I keep myself busy, otherwise I would be on the verge of boredom-induced coma.

[Mercedes reaches for the remote displayed on a coffee table.]

.::MERCEDES::..
No, sos te equivocas, y lo sabés! (You’re wrong, and you know it, too!) I don't plan on losing it anytime soon. Besides, there isn't a single girl on that roster that is on my caliber.

[The door buzzer sounds and she looks up at the intercom.]

.::MERCEDES::..
I'll call you back. Yeah, bye.

[Mercedes ends the call, placing her cellphone on the coffee table. Looking across at her trophy cause causes her to sigh heavily. The thoughts of her most recent title match last week came flooding back in her mind. She planned on walking out of Climax Control with the Bombshell Roulette Championship, but once again had nothing to show for it. At this rate, she could be challenged by just about anyone on the Bombshell roster and it wouldn't have made a difference. Tempest got the best of her. Again.

The door buzzer sounds again, interrupting her thoughts. She puts the replica Bombshell Internet championship back on the table and gets up to answer the intercom.]

MERCEDES::..
Yes? Who is it?

.::DELIVERY DRIVER::..
Delivery for a Mercedes Vargas?

[Mercedes looks confused.]

.::MERCEDES::..
I don't recall sending for any package. You sure you got the right address?

[The delivery person recants the address. The package did match the address.]

.::DELIVERY DRIVER::..
As sure as today is Sunday.

[Mercedes grabs her keys and heads out the door.]

TWO HOURS LATER

“Coming through! Move it or lose it!”

[Mercedes stood with her hands planted at her side watching a moving crew barges through her residence.]

.::MERCEDES::..
Um, can someone explain to me what's going on here?

[One of the movers, pulling a trolley, wipes a gloved hand across his forehead and glanced back at her. He had a heavy New York accent.]

.::MOVER:..
Oh, today is your lucky day, miss. You know how hard it is to get a flat screen up three flights of stairs?

.::MERCEDES::..
No, I can't really say.

Carmen enters the apartment, seeing her cousin. She looks around at the activity, confused as well.

.::MERCEDES::..
Did you have something to do with this?

.:: CARMEN::..
Your guess is as good as mine.


Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 10 al 17 de marzo de 2024

So close, yet so far. Story of my life, I guess. Despite the accolades and the championships and the recognition I've built over the years, it's really starting to take it's toll. An endless cycle of plane trips, hotels, bus rides, the matches themselves...

Maybe I have reached that moment of clarity.

I've been coasting for so long, that I haven't realized that my life had been on autopilot. I've been in this quicksand for so long that the harder I try to fight against it, the deeper it pulls me in, and when I'm looking for something to hold on to - there's nothing to hold on to. Don't mistake this as a sob story, I'm not looking for pity. It's through adversity where you find strength. I'd rather take the road less traveled than the easy way out.

That Bombshell Internet Championship was as good as mine, but Tempest seemingly had other plans, and that other plan was Seleana Zdunich. She took the pinfall, so you can imagine how last week made me feel.

Why am I competing away on Climax Control for the second consecutive weekend? I don't know, I'm not sure, and quite frankly, I don't care. And where I am on the card this weekend is so beneath me. Insulting. A waste of my time and a slap to my face.  I'm not an opening match, I'm certainly not mid-card. I should be seen and not heard. I belong in main events and challenging for championships. But you know what? I'm all but accommodating. I'm going to be the consummate professional only because yours truly gets to face a newcomer to SCW in just her second match.

I don't always face newcomers in SCW, but when I do, it's usually because they're looking to make a statement. Well, credit where it's due, Erika Moore won her debut two weeks ago, albeit against another newcomer, but let's take away her shine. I'm willing to bet the instant our match became official, Erika told all her friends on Twitter and on message boards about her grand victory, and they should be proud of her. It's a great day in Chattanooga, Tennessee. Population: 181,099. (I bet she was prouder that her college team made the NCAA women's basketball tournament).

Now, I know what she's thinking. 'Oh, Mercedes is going to kill me this coming Sunday! What am I going to do? She's going to outclass, outperform, and outsmart me.' Erika's feeling a little intimidated right now, but she shouldn't sweat it. It's perfectly normal. I'm going to give Erika the benefit of the doubt. SCW is looking for the next bright young stars of tomorrow such as Erika Moore and Taylor Sweet to lead them into the future. And I know that day by day she's preparing herself for the match at hand, and she should. We're going to see if she's up for the challenge. We're going to find out a lot of things come Climax Control. This Sunday, she's not swimming with guppies, she's swimming with sharks. Call this her, oh I don't know, trial by fire.

Unlike the training she's got at wrestling school, I'm not going to coddle her, I'm not going to kiss her boo-boo and make it all better, and I most certainly WON'T handle her with kid gloves. Once that bell rings, the gloves come off.

In this company, I've seen a few Bombshells come and go. Most haven't even make it out of their first month. Sadly, more don't even make it after their first match. And knowing that Erika was trained by, let's hope, a good wrestling school, I hope that's not going to be the case with her. No matter what happens, I want her going into Climax Control this weekend at her best. I want her to push yourself harder than she's ever pushed herself before because she's going to need a little bit of luck and a whole lot of talent if she has any plans of walking out with her hand raised and a little bit of momentum on your side ahead of Blaze of Glory. Hopefully, this weekend will be better. If the trip to Stanford, California won’t make it worthwhile, I’m sure my next opponent will. Then again, I've been wrong before.

Except when I'm not.

Congratulations, Erika, you've made the big time. Now here's your chance to take the next step in your career.

You get one shot. Better make it count.


New day, new week, same story. Or maybe I'm living my own Groundhog Day."

[Mercedes is behind the wheel of her convertible, the orange glow reflecting off the side view mirror. She turns down the radio.]

.::MERCEDES::..
You know, while I love quiet time, I'm not much of the silent type. At least say something.

.::CARMEN::..
Sorry, Merce. Let me fill out these last few questions....and done.

[Carmen shuffles paperwork, pins them together with a paperclip, and stores them away in a briefcase.]

.::CARMEN::..
Now, to answer your questions before you think I was ignoring you: Yes; No; UCLA should have won the NCAA Tournament; Probably; UCONN is overrated; I did file my taxes before April 15; I went to church on Easter Sunday; the message wasn't that great; and no, you're life isn't a retelling of Groundhog Day. Truman Show, definitely.

.::MERCEDES::..
Wow. You got all that? I'm impressed. I guess what they say is true.

.::CARMEN::..
What's that?

.::MERCEDES::..
The more things change, the more they stay the same?

.::CARMEN::..
So how was your week?

.::MERCEDES::..
My week?

.::CARMEN::..
Yeah, “Hell Week”. That's what you keep calling it.

.::MERCEDES::..
Right, “hell week.” Well, it certainly was hellish.

.::CARMEN::..
I think we got that part down. Come on, how was it?

.::MERCEDES::..
Nothing this weekend warrior wants to talk about, let's leave it at that.

.::CARMEN::..
It couldn't have been that bad, could it?

.::MERCEDES::..
You try having five matches in six nights, trying to avoid malaria in the Ivory Coast, then having to go to San Antonio and Las Vegas on top of that and see where that gets you.

[While Carmen would not readily admit she was a fan of new wave, there were some scant music choices on thecdial. Blondie, Van Halen, Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young. Carmen reaches for the radio and turns the nob to a rock station as the DJ gives the weather report.]

.::MERCEDES::..
You know, I'm beginning to think this was a bad idea.

.::CARMEN::..
What?

.::MERCEDES::..
I can't believe you talked me into this. I must have been out of my mind.

.::CARMEN::..
You're telling me this after two days on the road and crossing 9 states?

.::MERCEDES::..
Ten states, but who's counting. Did you hear the forecast? An extreme heatwave is across the country, and we had to go through it.

.::CARMEN::..
Well, if you can't stand the heat...

[Mercedes slows down to a crawl, turns down the radio, stop talking and pulls over on the wide shoulder of a deserted road.]

.::CARMEN::..
What's going on?

[She tosses the keys to Carmen.]

.::MERCEDES::..
Drive.

[REC•]

[The scene opens with a birds-eye view of unpaved road somewhere in Bronson Canyon in Los Angeles, California with nary a cloud in the sky. The camera pans across an expanse of clay, inhibited mostly by scorpions, lizards, and tarantulas. At last, through the shimmering heat, a long figure appears. The clip-clop of horse hooves across the dusty trails of a paltry California afternoon. The camera pans up to the rider. Dressed in a simple Reba Wool cowboy hat, blue jeans and a colorful top, Mercedes Vargas sits deep in the saddle and applies pressure with the reins as she comes to a stop. She is standing at the mouth of Bronson Cave, the tunnel entrance best known as the mouth of the Batcave from the 1960s Batman TV series.]

“Well…that was unexpected.”

[She continues on a trail and nearly tramples on a rattlesnake underfoot. When Mercedes reaches out her hand towards the long limbless reptile, it flattens its head and body, vibrating its tail and hissing at her as she slowly doubles back.]

“Okay. That was too close. Never know who you'll run across in these parts. And you know, the same can be said for my match this weekend.'

[Mercedes watches her surprise visitor as it finds shelter among some rocks a few feet away. Mercedes dismounts. With a nervous laugh, she wipes a hand across her forehead and moves on.]

"We're a lot different, Erika Moore, a lot more than you know. I mean, you're from America, I'm from Argentina. You're a country girl at heart with an even bigger heart of gold, I'm very animated at times, but I'm working on overcoming that. You like country music. I usually go for Spanish music. I could go on."

[Mercedes shoulders her backpack and replaces her canteen in its pouch before looking back at the camera.]

"You're still a novice who has yet to know whst winning a championship is like, while I am a multi-time women's champion, which isn't my first rodeo.

"It's a joke.

"Oh, come on, anyone could have seen that one a mile away!"

[Mercedes stops for a moment, taking off her backpack and sets it down on the ground. She takes a sip of water from her canteen to keep herself hydrated from the extreme heat.]

"I'm going to apologize to you, Erika, because no one deserves this, especially you. So, if I hit a little harder than I use to, I hope you can forgive me. If I happen to be more vicious than usual, I hope you can forgive me. There's a good chance you probably won't, but that's okay, too. I'm willing to accept it."

[Her eyes doesn’t meet the camera as she looks down, smiles to herself, then looks up again, her tone needing time to catch to her emotions.]

"I've suffered a lot of defeats, but I keep coming back for more. I know that I haven't been winning lately, but that's what makes this match so important. You get the opportunity to see if you have what it takes to beat a established veteran in SCW. I hope you'll remember to bring your ring gear and bring your A-game. Anything less and I'll make sure this match ends quick so you can make it to bed by ten. Care to prove me wrong?"

[She opens her arms wide in defiance.]

“Erika, I hope you’re ready…because I sure will be. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst. And may the odds be ever in your favor. See you Sunday.”

***FADE***

It's been one week since the second show of 2024 in SCW. Mercedes is at her cousin's Los Angeles home sitting on the couch and watching television. Carmen has just ended a phone call.

..::CARMEN::..
How did your match go?

.::MERCEDES::..
It was super. I had a title match last week, and I was on fire. I was hitting moves left and right and pulling off feats never seen before. The language barrier was brutal, but, in the end, I stood among my vanquished foes, claiming my victory with a warcry. Ayiyiiyiyiyiyi.

..::CARMEN::..
Lost again, huh?

[Mercedes sighs and hangs her head.]

.::MERCEDES::..
What gave it away? The inflection in my voice, the biting sarcasm, or the overdramatic monologue?

..::CARMEN::..
You can't win them all, Merce.

.::MERCEDES::..
But I try to win most of them. I don't like losing, you know that. I'm a winner. Always has been, always will be. And just because I haven't held a title in a while doesn't change that.

[She stops in mid-sentence, the image of having to relive her string losses still pains her, especially most recently, a title match on national television just made last week intolerable].

..::CARMEN::..
Sometimes, it's not always about winning.

.::MERCEDES::..
Did you think I decided to do this just for fun or collect a paycheck? I don't think so. I didn't spend five years in this business in order to lose. There's a difference between being taken seriously and being viewed as another one of the girls who is only good for rolling around in the ring.

..::CARMEN::..
You say that like it's a bad thing.

.::MERCEDES::..
It IS a bad thing.

..::CARMEN::..
Are you THAT bored?

.::MERCEDES::..
Bored, you say? Hmm, that's a toughie. Yessiree, that's a good one. Gee, let me think it over...

..::CARMEN::..
Ladies and gentlemen, Captain Obvious.

.::MERCEDES::..
I try, I try...


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

[REC•]

[Our scene fades into a bar as we hear Mercedes Vargas speaking in voiceover.]

"Quite a lively crowd we got tonight."

[We find Mercedes sat by herself at the counter, her head underneath a simple Reba Wool cowboy hat, blue jeans and a tank top.]

"Sightseeing isn't why I'll be in Greeley, Colorado this weekend, though. Far from it. That's not what’s got me upset right now. It's a two-for-one kind of deal on what has me riled up. I noticed that I was scheduled for a match for the second week in a row. I think it’s a good thing, gives you time to pause and reflect. It gives you time to think long and hard after yet another defeat, like what happened to me last week."

[Mercedes offers what she believed to be a sincere smile, thought it's more than likely, well, a 99.9 percent chance that no one would buy it. Nonetheless, there was other matters to discuss.]

"Now I can understand why Georgie Robertson will be upset after she, too, lost just two weeks ago, but let's be honest here, Bella Madison was too good not to lose. Poor Georgie was simply at the wrong place, at the wrong time, so it didn't surprise me why you she came out with the loss. That being said, this weekend, it's Georgie and I. I'm not sure how I really feel about that, but I'm slowly coming along to liking this matchup. I can promise you that our match will be anything but boring. In fact, I expect to have the time of my life."

[Mercedes turns to the bartender on duty as she gets his attention. She articulates using her hands and a few gestures as his slight nod assured her that the message got across.]

"Of course, I can't say the same for Georgie. I mean, really, was that supposed to be the best the reigning Bombshell Golden Briefcase winner can do? Was she really trying out there? Because if she was, then sorry, but this just didn't do it for me. That she had an okay first year in SCW was a given, but there was no excuse for last year. That Georgie has been in SCW for, what, over two years since her debut is amazing. That she has the Golden Briefcase after only being in a handful of matches is the real source of amusement."

[Mercedes pauses as she turns to the counter where a Manhattan ice tea is set before her. She takes it up and takes a sip of it as she faces the camera.]

"Do I care that I came up short in my title match for the Bombshell Championship? Maybe. If Georgie is the best Ive got after that, then I’ve already won."

[She smiles.]

"You know, Georgie, I’m glad SCW sees so much in you, which is why it will bring me so much pleasure of I embarrass you Sunday night. Because no matter how you speak it, British, Spanish, English, Spanglish, there isn’t going to be much of a language barrier as to the outcome, it’s all universal, mamita – you will fall to me and will lose.

I never want to leave here without offering some sage advice, and with that said, here's some advice from yours truly: Get over yourself, Georgie. You haven't exactly set the River Thames on fire, you don't intimidate me, and even on your worst day, you don't intimidate me. So, if I were you, I wouldn't worry about your loss to Bella Madison, I'd worry about what you're up against this weekend.

“But something tells me you won't listen to me, and that's OK, that's fine. My voice will fade, my scars will heal, and time will move on. So, sit back, relax, and get your Kleenex ready. This won't end well for you. You're going to be crying once I'm through with you Sunday night at Climax Control.

“Consider this as another gift to top with a big red bow, courtesy of the Argentine Assassin".

[Mercedes places her hands at her side as a wide grin appears.]

"New year, same me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll be getting my dance on."

[Mercedes makes her way to the dance floor where people line up for square dancing. She skips to a male partner who flies in and they hook arm in arm before he twirls her around, and she finds herself with a new dance partner before the scene cuts to the outside of the bar and our scene fades.]

Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 10 al 16 de deciembre de 2023

Pay-per-view week. More importantly, it's December 2 Dismember, the final supercard of the year. What do I have to say about this? I'm ecstatic. This should be fun. This is great. No, this is special. I don't always go to Arizona , but when I do, I bring plenty of water.

You know, high elevation and all. Nosebleeds, lack of oxygen.

You have to be prepared.

Speaking of prepared, there's my match with Harper this Sunday in Tucson. A match YOU mae personal. See, while we can make excuses about who did what when, the record book doesn't care for that. This Sunday, Harper, there will be no distractions, and there will be no excuses. You escaped death once so your odds of doing it again goes up dramatically, right?

Wrong. I like to think that those odds now are in my favor.

I have a very good track record of proving people wrong, that's just what I do. Whatever preconceived motions you have in your lizard brain right now, get rid of it. I'm not going to roll over, I'm not backing down. I'm at best when the chips are down, when my back is against the wall, when the odds are against me. You've seen it for yourself.

You've made the big time, Harper. You being under the bright lights can only mean one thing. Now, I know what you're thinking. 'Oh, Mercedes is going to kill me this Sunday! What am I going to do? She's going to outclass, outperform, and outsmart me.' And you're right, that is exactly what's going to happen. If you're feeling a little intimidated right now, don't sweat it. It's perfectly normal. Unlike the training you're getting at Team Hero Academy and training with your cousin, I'm not going to coddle you, I'm not going to kiss your boo-boo and make it all better, and I most certainly WON'T handle you with kid gloves. Once that bell rings, the gloves come off.

Sure, some of the opponents you beat are capable wrestlers in their own right, but let's face it, all of those wins were just dumb luck. OK, so you have only one loss since your debut? Oh, good for you! That you lost to Bea Barnhart is something else entirely. And how were those wins, by the way? In the humble words of Shania Twain, that don't impress me much.

And so, Harper, it seems we've come full circle, haven't we? Somehow we've circled the wagons to find ourselves facing each other once again. You and I will trip the light fantastic, we will dance the dance of death this Sunday in Tucson, Arizona.

I call it a date with destiny.

I don't think you're going to like this date very much.

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


[Winter is coming. Mercedes Vargas didn't have that problem, at least for the few weeks she's spent here in Arizona. With the temperature heating up and the days getting longer, she was more worried about her next destination than whether she should have packed an extra jacket. And with so many destinations across the state, adventure was always just a short car ride away. Of course, getting there was half the fun. The other half? She didn't know, she wasn't sure. But it's going to be fun to find out.

[A clear blue sky. The sun beats down. In the distance, a white convertible drives along a gravel road somewhere in Arizona. Mercedes is behind the wheel. Her cousin Carmen in the passenger seat, preoccupied with paperwork. Top 40 playing from the radio. If every city Mercedes visited had a soundtrack, she had yet to find one.

.::MERCEDES::..
Clean, fresh air. Breathtaking scenery. Spacious mountains. What more could you ask for?

.::CARMEN::..
Mhm.

.::MERCEDES::..
You know, while I love quiet time, I'm not much of the silent type. At least say something.

.::CARMEN::..
Something.

[Carmen shuffles paperwork, pins them together with a paperclip, and stores them away in a briefcase.]

..::MERCEDES::..
Did I ever told you about my first time in Arizona? It was crazy. Tempeture was in the triple digits, I think my radiator died.

.::CARMEN::..
Sorry, Merce. Let me fill out these last few questions...

..::MERCEDES::..
Getting a signal was the worst, though.

[Carmen is lost in her paperwork. Trying to get anything to jot down on paper was neatly impossible.]

..::MERCEDES::..
New year, new week, same story. Or maybe I'm living my own Groundhog Day.

[Carmen decidedly throws her paperwork with a perperclip, shoved it in a suitcase. Tosses it in the backseat.]

..::MERCEDES::..
So how was your week?

.::CARMEN::..
Too busy. I had a car chase in downtown. Probably wasn't my finest moment, especially with Malcolm doing his best James Bond impersonation every moment he got.

..::MERCEDES::..
Okay...

.::CARMEN::..
The getaway car was swirving through traffic like he was in Grand Them Auto. The language barrier was brutal. The chase ended after the driver blewout his tires than Malcolm and I finally got them on foot.

..::MERCEDES::.. And then you stood among your vanquished foe, claiming victory with a warcry. Ayiyiiyiyiyiyi!

.::CARMEN::..
No.

[Carmen reaches for the radio and turns the nob to a rock station as the DJ gives the weather report. Mercedes sighs and hangs her head. Carmen phone goes off. She answers, then gives up the phone to Mercedes.]

.::CARMEN::..
It's for you.

.::MERCEDES::..
Motel 6, Mercedes speaking.

.:: FERNANDO::..
 Mercedes.

.::MERCEDES::..
 Dad, hello.

.:: FERNANDO::..
 I wanted to talk to you about the Christmas dinner next Friday.

.::MERCEDES::..
 Ah, Christmas dinner.

[Dead air followed by background noise and shuffling in the background.]

.:: ESTELLE::..
 You forgot.

.::MERCEDES::..
Well mom, there's been a lot going on around lately, Christmas festivities not exactly high on my list of things to stress about.

.:: ESTELLE::..
 Well I'm sorry if the timing is bad Mercedes, but the world doesn't always revolve around you.

.::MERCEDES::..
Excuse me?

.:: FERNANDO::..
 Cocktails are at 6, dinner's at 8.

.::MERCEDES::..
 I probably won't be there for cocktails.

.:: ESTELLE::..
 Why not?

.::MERCEDES::..
Because I have to work?

.:: FERNANDO::..
You can't leave work early?

.::MERCEDES::..
 No, Dad, I can't.

.:: ESTELLE::..
 Why not?

.::MERCEDES::..
 Because it's not in my job description.

.:: ESTELLE::..
 Well then don't come.

.::MERCEDES::..
 Really?

.:: ESTELLE::..
 Don't come. I don't want this to be a burden for you.

.::MERCEDES::..
Yeah but -

.:: ESTELLE::..
 Just send Carmen.

.::CARMEN::..
Wait, what? Why do I have to go?

.:: ESTELLE::..
 Well you're obviously too busy.

.::MERCEDES::..
You're telling me not to come to the Christmas party?

.:: ESTELLE::..
 Mercedes let's be honest here, I'm not too happy with you right now and I assume you're not too happy with me.

.::MERCEDES::..
 I never said that.

.:: ESTELLE::..
 You didn't have to.

.::CARMEN::..
Um, Aunt Estelle. I can't make this year.

.:: ESTELLE::..
Carmen, you've always took time out to visit. You can do it again.

.::CARMEN::..
Sorry, I can't. Trust me on this one.

.:: ESTELLE::..
 Oh, well. If that's how you feel then I can't stop you.

.::MERCEDES::..
So you're uninviting us to Christmas dinner?

.:: ESTELLE::..
 Yes I am.

.::MERCEDES::..
 Fine.

.:: ESTELLE::..
 Fine.

.::MERCEDES::..
 Ok, anything else?

.:: ESTELLE::..
 I believe that's all.

.::MERCEDES::..
 Ok well, great mom, dad, it's been swell talking to you.

.:: ESTELLE and FERNANDO::..
 Bye Mercedes.

.::CARMEN::..
Feliz Navidad, tia. Feliz navidad, tio.

.:: ESTELLE and FERNANDO::..
Muchas gracias, amiga, feliz navidad para ti también.

[Phone hangs up]

.::MERCEDES::..
[sourly]It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

[Mercedes slows down to a crawl, turns down the radio, stop talking and pulls over on the wide shoulder of a deserted road.]

.::CARMEN::..
What's going on?

[She tosses the keys to Carmen.]

.::MERCEDES::..
Drive.


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

[REC•]

[As our scene opens, Mercedes can be seen walking up to the camera. The sun hides behind the clouds on this day.]

"I put my ears to the ground and I hear what’s said about me. I'm past my prime, I’m just a blip on the radar, my title reigns were a joke, I’m practically the worst Bombshell in the history of the company. They say everything happens for a reason, and I'm really starting to believe that.

"It's not like I was thinking if they liked me or anything. It's that I'd be fine if they don't."

[A short pause here as Mercedes removes her baseball cap as her wavy, brunette hair fell into her face. She places her baseball cap in her lap.]

"When I became one of the longest-tenured wrestlers in the company, that happened for a reason - I'm not a quitter. And maybe that's also to my own detriment. When I accomplished everything that there was to do in Sin City Wrestling, that happened for a reason - I'm driven. When I became a bonified legend, that, too, happened for a reason. I trained my ass off, got better in the ring, and cemented my legacy.

"I have nothing to prove to anybody because there's not a single Bombshell - past, present or future - who has worked half as hard as I did, half as smart, half as charismatic or half as good-looking as me. Nobody can erase or defeat what I have achieved in SCW. Often imitated. Never duplicated.

"I won't be wrestling in this ring forever. Sin City Wrestling is looking for bright young stars like Harper to lead them into the future. Still, if the majority of people still think that she's way out of her league against me - and they couldn't BE more right on that one - I believe in Harper. But now it's her turn. Call this her, oh I don't know, trial by fire.

"But let's not get too ahead of ourselves. Let's bring this to where it should be: me versus the incomparable Harper Mason. Gotta say, some people are wondering how she's gone from rookie to lucky, and she's only been here a little over three months now. She's on quite the roll right now, her confidence is at an all-time high. No longer can anyone ignore the elephant in the room. She maybe good after all. A little rough around the edges but that's okay, she's still a rookie after all, that's to be expected. She's still learning, growing, and improving so she can someday, one day, see herself holding up an SCW championship as she's cheered wildly from the rafters to the front row and her family is probably in tears watching her in her moment.

"We're going to find out a lot of things come December 2 Dismember. And I know that day by day Harper is feeling confident. Day by day, she's preparing herself for the match at hand. And she should. Because she isn't swimming with guppies, she's swimming with sharks."

[She gives a rueful smile at the camera.]

"I think it's time we have a talk, a little heart-to-heart, a “come to Jesus moment”, an intervention, whatever you want to call it. Some things are better left unsaid, but you can bet I'm going to say it anyway. It's one thing that you're truly out of touch with reality, it's another that you think you have any kind of chance of beating me. That you even signed a contract with Sin City Wrestling is a miracle in and of itself."

[Mercedes shakes her head slowly, a solemn look on her face as she continues.]

"And when my last outing against you ended up as a disappointment, that also happened for a reason - because you lacked a killer instinct. You can hold that win over my head, but does that make you feel good, Harper? Did costing me my world title match against Julianna made you feel better? That makes one of us. I missed out on birthdays, weddings, holidays. Winning that championship would have continued my legacy. But you robbed that moment from me. So, now, you have to pay the price. Every action has consequences. Are you ready to face them, Harper? Are you ready for this match? Jessie may be ready. Those fans in Tucson may be ready. But are you? You better be. See, you have it all wrong. I'm not in the ring with you, mamita, you're in the ring with me. And what that means is that you can't run and you can't hide.

[Mercedes places her hands at her side as a wide grin appears.]

"I'll have you know that I've had my share of battles, and I've got the scars to prove it. I’ve been in this business for the better part of 14 years, 10 of those years in Sin City Wrestling. I’ve been through tables, ladders, and chairs. I've been thrown off of ladders, I've jumped off of ladders. Hit with broom sticks, hit with tool boxes, been suplexed and bodyslammed on concrete floors. I’ve been in street fights, first blood matches, table matches and, yes, even locked inside the confines of a steel cage on occasion. Your few months of hardcore matches doesn't compare to my few years doing the same. I'm not going against the grain, I'm not out of my element, matches like these are just second nature. So when it comes to December 2 Dismember, I stay ready so I don't need to get ready.

"They say good things come to those who wait, but I don't mind. I’ve got all the time in the world. In less than a week, when we meet in the middle of the ring, your time, Harper, is coming to an end, and I’m going to put an end to this. This thing between us..."

[Mercedes motions between her and the camera.]

"It will come to an end.

"I never want to leave here without offering some sage advice, and with that said, here's some advice from yours truly: Get over yourself. You haven't exactly set the River Thames on fire.You're going to be a cautionary tale about what happens when you have success too quickly when you fall flat on your face. Maybe after Sunday, you're going to have to find a new career.

"The way things are in the economy today, Lord knows there isn't much out there for you. What else are you going to do, be the world's largest cashier at the Circle K? A short-order fry cook at the golden arches? Waiting on tables at the waffle house? Hey, the worst off you could be is an escort.

"Then again, you probably would put them out of business. No date would last five seconds with you.”

[Mercedes shakes her head and chuckles for a quick second.]

"But you won't listen to me, and that's OK, that's fine. My voice will fade, my scars will heal, and time will move on. So, I hope Jessie sits back, relax, and get her Kleenex ready in her hospital room. This won't end well for her< or for you, Harper."

[Mercedes slowly nods and adds another head toss as she continues.]

“Consider this as the gift to top with a big red bow, courtesy of the Argentine Assassin.”

[***FADE***]

[Sitting outside on the veranda of a cafe, Mercedes Vargas hides behind a newspaper. She lowers it to reveal her wearing a sunhat to cover her hair. Across from her is Janet the Makeup Lady, a glass still half full of pina colada in her hand.]

Mercedes: It's no use trying to hide my shame. If I had to do this, it had to on my own, just not now.

Janet the Makeup Lady: I think it's a new look for you, get to see how the other half lives. Now, come on, Merce, take off the hat.

[Janet goes to remove the hat, but I swat her hand away and give her a murderous look.]

Mercedes: I'm not going to tell you again. Quit it, or you're going home with one less hand tonight.

Janet the Makeup Lady: It can't be that bad.

Mercedes: I'm too angry right now to go into details at the moment, but that match with Harper should have been mine.

Janet the Makeup Lady: EVERYONE is talking about it. Harper didn't deserve that, if you asked me. She can't seem to catch a break.

Mercedes: Really, Janet. I thought you had my bsck. Just when you know who your friends are.

Janet the Makeup Lady: And what about Jessie talking smack about you?

Mercedes: It's Jessie Salco. When was the last time anyone took anything she said at face value? If I were her, I'd stay retired.

Janet the Makeup Lady: You realize Harper wants to face you at December 2 Dismember? It seems she don't like you. At all.

Mercedes: That hasn't changed.

Janet the Makeup Lady: It's like you and Jessie all over again. Aren't you two ever going to get along? Life is too short to be holding grudges.

Mercedes: Were you watching the same show? You saw what she did to me earlier when Jessie got in my face. Harper got her payback. I got mine. So we're even.

Janet the Makeup Lady: Even though you lost to Harper two weeks ago? I think it's time you let this go, Mercedes. It's not healthy.

Mercedes: What would you know about healthy? Anyway, I got Julianna DiMaria to worry about.

Janet the Makeup Lady: Aren't you excited?

Mercedes: About challenging for the Bombshell Championship again? Yeah. I can't decide between my first go or my 22nd. Seriously, I've been ready and everything.

Janet the Makeup Lady: How good are you?

Mercedes: I don't know, I'm not sure. But it's going to be fun to find out.

[Fade.]

Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 19 al 26 de noviembre de 2023

So not everything has gone according to plan in 2023. Once again I've lost more matches than I won. I've come up short in a few number one contender matches. At least three times have slipped through my fingers. Getting winds on Control or pay-per-view is another story entirely. The last time I won on Climax Control, I beat Selena Zdunich. That was back in mid-July.

But Thanksgiving is upon us, and it's usually a time to be grateful. I have a lot to be grateful for. When you're a two-time Hall of Famer, how can you not. No matter how much I want to avoid it, time happens to everyone. Yes, even a international superstar like me. I've been in SCW for ten years now and despite what I've accomplished in my career, I've had to weather the storm, rolled through the punches, and watched the endless conga line of girls walk through this company with some not even lasting barely a month. It's a sad reality, but I never let it be my reality.

Something to be grateful for.

Harper Mason should be the most grateful these past few weeks. She got not one, but two wins in back-to-back weeks because of me, and the only reason why she didn't spend the night lying in ICU in some dingy hospital somewhere in Flagstaff, Arizona is by the grace of God and because I'm a nice person. I don't know what her idiot cousin has been telling her, because like the movie Groundhog Day, Harper keeps living the same outcome over and over again. I guess that's life when you're related to Jessie Salco.

Anyway... When I glanced at this weekend's card, I was shocked to find my name in the main event – wait, is that a frown on your face or are you happy to see me? - because there's a lot of girls on the roster who would have killed to be challenging for the Bombshell Championship. A match with one of the upstart talents in the division is an opportunity anyone would and should take. But, hey, I'm not complaining. Depending on who you ask, either I just got lucky or the short end of the straw. A lot of people are probably wondering how I got this match, that I don't belong in this match, and even if by some miracle of miracles I end up having my hand raised, that I don't deserve a title, but you know something? I don't book the matches, so I can't say it's my problem.

I couldn't pass this up, and it's not because my opponent is coming off her first successful defense or that I wasn't successful in my last match outing, but because there needs to be closure, don't you think? Let's face it, save for maybe Courtney, very few woman has been able to give Julianna that challenge in 2023. Week after week, she ended up disappointed after each victory, and every week the fans were left wondering who would end her reign.

I know what I'm in for at Climax Control, another tough match with one of the future stars of the Bombshells division and while we have never met before, Julianna knows I'm going to push her to the limit so I expect this match to be more of a heavyweight fight. I don't have a problem where our match is placed on the card - I just want to be the one who ends Julianna's streak. Honestly, I'm was in no hurry for another title match, but I'm going to make Julianna work to protect her reign.

Julianna has had quite the few months. Being unpinned for five months-plus is impressive – no where near to my 14-month record – but impressive nonetheless, and Courtney was her only real threat. I get the feeling that I won't be the favorite in our match, but that's alright, that's okay. I've gotten used to the underdog label by now, and I've managed to open a few eyes and drop a few jaws along the way. It's what I do. I'm not called “Big Match Mercy” for no reason.

Some people feel I don't deserve to be in this title match to begin with, others see me as a warmup for Julianna before December 2 Dismember and some say I should be desperate ahead of our match because of my history in previous world title matches. I say a world championship reign is long overdue. I've got the ability, I've got the talent and I've got the drive. It's up to me to put it all together and end the night with my hand raised in victory.

There will be those who criticize my career. There will be those who question if I'm ready to be the hood ornament of the women's division again. There will be those who doubt how long I'll stay at the top. And then there will be me ready to prove them wrong.

Like I said, it's Thanksgiving Week, and I have a lot to be thankful for, but come Sunday, you will be thanking me.


"Blessed are the merciful,
    for they will be shown mercy.

"Blessed are the pure in heart,
    for they will see God."

[Clock ticking. A sewn-in black satin ribbon page marks an opened red-letter bible. A candle burning next to it. Father McCarthy, a bespeckled man who took his devotion serious than anyone had a right to be, recites a passage of Scripture.]

Father McCarthy: Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness,
    for theirs is the kingdom of hea --

[A proud, pouty tone causes the middle-aged clergyman to look up, annoyed, from the text.]

Mercedes: Father, I need a favor.

Father McCarthy: Yes, my child, what is now?

Mercedes: I have a friend of a friend who knows a friend who is getting married and they need someone to officiate the wedding. Luckily for me, I have the best person for the job.

[The priest sighs while shaking his head.]

Father McCarthy: I'm sorry, Mercedes, but I can't. You'll have to find someone else, I'm afraid.

Mercedes: But why not? You've been doing this for years. Aren't you supposed to be doing the Lord's work?

Father McCarthy: No, I think I would be just doing your work. Besides, I'm stepping away from ordaining weddings and for a good reason.

Mercedes: It can't be that bad.

Father McCarthy: Want to bet?

[FLASHBACK. Texas. Inside a quaint chapel. Father McCarthy dressed in regal attire. He leads the bride and groom in exchanging wedding vows.]

GROOM: Ooh, my little pretty one, my pretty one.
When you gonna give me some time, Sharona?
Ooh, you make my motor run, my motor run.
Got it comin' off of the line, Sharona. Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind. I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind. My, my, my, ay, ah, wooh! M-m-m-my Sharona.

[Father McCarthy gives a bristled response as he turns to the bride.]

Father McCarthy: Now for the bride.

Bride: Um, wow. How can I top The Knacks?

[Flustered, the bride turns to Father McCarthy, who urges her on to continue.]

Bride: Dear Bradley, I promise to be your co-pilot, your navigator, to take you in sickness and in health, regardless of the dangerous stuff I put you through.

Father McCarthy: Wonderful. And at this time, if there is anyone who cannot see why these two should not be in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.

[The camera pans to the crowd, most of which has their hand raised. Father McCarthy points at one woman in the front row.]

Father McCarthy: Yes, we'll start with you.

Woman: Uh, hi. My name is Tabitha, I'm the bride's roommate. Sharona, you barely know this man. You just met him in the IHop commercial. You two have no compatibility and you yell at each other at most things. Don't make this mistake.

The bride and groom say their peace.

Bride: Tabby, there's nothing wrong with IHOP. Stop being so jelly belly.

Groom: Tabitha, think of it this way. You're not losing a roommate, you're gaining a roommate.

Father McCarthy: Yes, we'll take the woman to the right.

Woman #2: Yes, Ethan. It's your wife, Lola. L-O-L-A. Lola. Real quick, why are you throwing our marriage away? Think of the children.

Groom: Your concerns are noted. Also, the alimony and child support says you have nothing to worry about.

Father McCarthy: There seems to be a line forming in the aisle. Settle down, we'll try to get all of you. Okay, sir in the rather loud suit.

Man: Yes, I'm the father of the bride. I just to say this. Sharona, why are you with this man? Your mother and I didn't approve of this.

Bride: Daddy, don't you DARE ruin this for me!.

Man: Don't say I didn't warn you.

Father McCarthy: Yes, to the gentleman wearing the headset.

Man #2: Ethan, it's Coach Adams. We won the state championship two years in a row. You know you have one more year of eligibility to join the team. What do you say to a three-peat?

Groom: Well, gee, Coach. I don't know how to say this any more clear: Yeah, no. No. Absolutely not. There's no chance. It's gonna be a no from me. A hard no. Definite no. And, uh, how do I say, HELL NO!

Father McCarthy: Well, then. I, too, would like to add my objective. By the power vested in me by the Church, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now seal your vows with a kiss.

[END FLASHBACK]

Mercedes: Oh, you poor thing.

Father McCarthy: I knew I should have taken up acting when I had the chance!

[***Fade***]


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

[REC•]

[The scene opens up as we see the hands and partial arms of someone struggling with a tripod. After a few minutes, the person steps back, reaching out to adjust the device before looking back at the camera with a sidelong glance. Mercedes Vargas waves back at us. The Argentine is at the Third Street Promenade in Santa Monica, California. In the background is the entrance to Frank Gehry's Santa Monica Place.]

"You know, Jessie,, after Crystal Caldwell took her retirement from Sin City Wrestling all those months ago, I thought for sure you would be following her out the door. You lost your match at Violent Conduct, you lost the Bombshell Roulette Championship. I thought we would never hear or see your face again. But as it turns out, you're still here, plugging along, keeping your head above water in SCW and that's something to be admired. Now you took your cousin under your wing and you've found your voice. On Twitter, you're claiming about injustice being served because poor little Harper has become a punching bag lately. It's just too bad that the last two weeks haven't been memorable, despite the cheap wins she's gotten the past two weeks, but I digress. What I find comical, even hilarious, is the fact that your cousin wants a match with me. Thing is, Jessie, for as long as we’ve been in SCW together and the fact that we've had lengthy careers, I thought you of all people were smarter than this.

"Harper challenged me to a match at December 2 Dismember. She wants my answer? She will have my answer the same time you and the world will - this weekend at Climax Control 379.

"But, see, my attention won't be solely focused on Harper. Because that same weekend, though, I have more important matters worth my time and attention: Julianna DiMaria and the Bombshell Championship. A championship that's been eluding me for awhile now and it's certainly something I'm not readily to admit nor am I happy about."

[Mercedes remains calm, eyes steady on the camera lens. Clearly the shame and embarrassment of the outcome of the tag match two weeks ago hasn't sat well with her. With a heavy sigh, she looks up again, shaking her head.]

"These past few weeks, months, years only serve as setbacks to setup my comeback. I've had my ups and down, successes and failures, but I never let failure get the last word. I plan on walking out of Climax Control as a winner, because that's what I am. No excuses, no exceptions."

[Mercedes looks back at the panoramic view of the Los Angeles skyline before looking back at the camera.]

"I've been called many things. Some of them were nice, others not so much. Depending on who you ask, some call me determined. Most called me obsessed. And then there are those who tend to look at me as being past my prime, including Julianna, and that's fine. If she thinks I'm washed up, that I'm past my prime, I'll be more than happy to prove her wrong and take back my mantle. And if it means going through the new flavor of the week who hasn't tasted a defeat for a over a few months, well, guess who's about to end up on my checklist?

"I've perservered through all kinds of matches and opponents, injuries and setbacks, and the stigma that followed me when I was a member of one of the most infamous stables in the company. It's any wonder why I'm still here after that episode. Disrespect, I can live with. But as for you? For you, Julianna, it's another story. It doesn't matter if I speak to you in English, Spanish, or a mixture of both, it's all universal: You're only getting started.
Oh, sure, you're on en fuego right now. You're stacking up wins right now, taking everyone's best shot."

[She holds a finger in a wait-a-minute gesture.]

"There is just one problem. Every opponent is different, and no week is ever the same. You know the pressure is getting to you. It's why you get me this weekend before the next pay-per-view. Will you still make the card? Probably. Will you still be champion by then? That's what we're going to find out.

"I bet the view looks nice up there, sitting in that ivory tower. What you seem to forget is all it takes is one loss and everything collapses. Come Sunday, I'm going to be the force of nature that's going to cause that tower to crumble.

"Jenga!

"And, when that happens, mamita, the world will be forced to witness everything you worked for disappear just...like...that."

[Mercedes snaps her fingers to underscore each word.]

"There will be those who criticize my career. There will be those who question if I'm ready to be the hood ornament of the women's division again. There will be those who doubt how long I'll stay at the top. And then there will be me ready to prove them wrong."

[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."

[Mercedes stares menacing into the camera. She lowers her voice, barely a whisper.]

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

[With that, Mercedes walks off, but the camera stays on the picturesque view of the boardwalk as our scene fades.]

OCTOBER 19, 2023
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA

[A slump. That seems to be an everyday occurrence for Mercedes Vargas these days and she's seemingly in the worse of it now even with the seasons changing and the even more mercurial women's division in Sin City Wrestling, where no week is ever the same twice and no Bombshell takes a night off.

Professional wrestling is a zero-sum results-based industry. In order for there to be a winner, there has to be a loser. Lose often enough and it'll be time to find a new job.

Not that Mercedes would be joining the unemployment line anytime soon. For all she's done for Sin City Wrestling, it's hard to imagine firing someone who will be linked to the company well past her tenure. While nothing lasts forever, her run with the only company she's ever been apart of the longest in her overall 14-year wrestling career is as close to everlasting as it gets. It has been equal parts remarkable and legendary by any standard, even long after the golden era in what was the early years of the company.

Perhaps SCW will never again see anything like the Argentine, with a laundry list of records set or broken, a ridiculous 14 championships in her 10-year career, winning at least one championship in SCW in each of her first seven years in the company from 2013 to 2019 (including four championships in 2014 alone), two world championships, eight singles championships, a record six tag team championships, and two Hall of Fame nominations.

As one of the only two longest-tenured active female wrestlers in the SCW women's division for more than a decade, it could be said that Mercedes is the equivalent of a decorated war general. Now she seems light-years away from being the deadly Bombshell that dominated the women’s division for a time all those years ago.

Has Mercedes become complacent? In her early 40s, is she perhaps looking to finally calling it a career like Crystal Caldwell, or take a sabbatical like Jessie Salco did? Has her star faded so much that she's in danger of being left off an important pay-per-view for the first time ever?

Maybe it’s a bit of everything, giving the appearance that Mercedes is a Bombshell on the decline. Crystal and Jessie got out at the right time. Keira Fisher-Johnson will likely return to retirement once High Stakes is over. Roxi Johnson will likely do the same at some point next year.

In her lifelong quest to remind the world of her legacy through her combination of beauty, talent and untamed desire, Mercedes still has enough credentials to add talent to a show and elevate new stars, yet her days as The Dynasty seem long over, even if she didn't think so in her own mind.

Yucatan is known for its rich Mayan culture and stunning natural beauty and is home to numerous archaeological sites, like the famous Chichen Itza and Uxmal ruins, attracting visitors from all over the world. But for Mercedes, she wasn't just here for the history, culture, and natural wonders of this popular region in Mexico, she was hoping to walk out of Violent Conduct making history of her own.

History, however, would be denied.

She competed in the Queen for a Day ladder match but failed to emerge victorious. It was a tough battle, but ultimately she was unable to secure the briefcase. Despite her best efforts, it would be another contestant who would claim the title of Queen for the Day in Zoey Lukas. Nevertheless, Mercedes proved to be a fierce competitor and no doubt gave it her all during the triple threat, which also included fellow challenger Tempest.

Now, she's set to face Samantha Marlowe for the fourth time this year, the third time in five weeks following consecutive main events at CC 372 and CC 375, and the second time on PPV since Into the Void back in May.

It's been a while since Mercedes last won a match in SCW as she's been struggling with a losing streak. She just can't seem to come out on top, and luck doesn't seem to be on her side either. With High Stakes in Las Vegas, it was almost too perfect.

If she wants to end her current slump, Mercedes will have to be almost perfect to beat the one opponent and fellow Hall of Famer she's faced the most times in the six-sided ring, a rivalry that's remained intact eight years strong.]


Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 10 al 17 de septiembre de 2023

It's been close to two weeks since the go-home show. Main event, a chance at claiming the Bombshell Internet Championship, a chance at making history one more time.

And another match with nothing to show for it.

You know, it's almost getting to the point where I have to wonder if I'll ever get that championship back around my waist again, or any championship for that matter. Despite this setback, things will turn around for me. I'm using each loss as a learning opportunity and I'm determined to keep trying until my hands are raised in victory.

Samantha was denied another chance at becoming a Grand Slam winner. You don't think she's mad as hell she couldn't get it done? Now, I could sit here and talk about how she also hasn't had a great year. I could talk about how we have the same amount of wins in 2023 or that she's been just as unlucky in championship matches as me. I could wax lyrical that her Bombshell Roulette Championship reigns will be the only thing most people will likely remember about her career, but where's the fun in that? Samantha's not one to dwell in the past. She lives for the moment, the right here and now. Learning from the past helps you in the present.

Past...present...future.

My immediate future is three days away in Las Vegas. Am I ready to face another High Stakes, a supercard where I haven't had much success in my career? Physically, yes. Mentally, no. Just the same, there's no challenge that I'm not up for and that I won't back down from, no matter who the opponent is. Now, granted, I'll be the first to admit that I didn't think I would even make the pay-per-view. While I am grateful and I would gladly face anyone, I was hoping my opponent would be, oh I don't know, someone I haven't faced on the active roster. Now I have to coax myself out of the comfort of my bed this weekend to go to Las Vegas. But hey, I'll be there, Sam will be there there, and that's all that matters.

That being said, at High Stakes, we have an electrifying showdown between yours truly and Samantha Marlowe, two esteemed SCW Hall of Famers, two fierce competitors willing to battle it out in one of the longest-standing rivalries of all-time. We've proven ourselves as dominant forces in the ring since we joined the roster, you only need to look at the record books. You saw how we gave everything we had at Into the Void, pushing both our limits and testing our skills to the extreme. You saw how with we put our careers at stake in an electrified cage adding an element of danger and intensity a few weeks back. You saw how we were both hungry for victory in the battle royal for the Bombshell Internet Championship.

At High Stakes, we're prepared to leave it all in the ring and deliver a spectacle that will leave the SCW fans breathless because this match promises to reach new heights and leave the SCW universe on the edge of their seats. I hope they're ready for an unforgettable an unforgettable showdown between these legends.

And it's the holidays, so there's that.

Nobody wants to be reminded that their best days are behind them, and it's a shame that in the years we've been in SCW, Sam, it seems as if we're being passed over for the new flavors of the month. Let that sink in for a moment.

Veterans that we are, I just have to question, is it really worth it?

You know, it's kinda funny that we've been at it so long, I don't remember the last time I had bragging rights against you, so a win over you this weekend is long overdue. I don't blame you if you're smiling right now.

So, this is it, the perfect storm. Two veterans of the sport are set on a collision course for this Sunday. For me, I've reached the put-up-or-shut-up stage. This match could not as come at a better time for either of us and while I may we're getting close to Halloween, I'll say this much, I'm sure our match will be offer a lot of treats , no tricks, long after this pay-per-view is over. That I can promise you.

Seasons change, times change, weather change, but there's one thing is always constant: there always will be Mercedes versus Samantha in Sin City Wrestling.

Oh, and as for good luck, Sam? Yeah, you can have that. I don't need luck, sweetheart. I'm already good.

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


"Why is it called "beauty sleep" even though you wake up looking like a hot mess?"

[Scene opens in Mercedes's apartment. Mercedes is doing a crossword puzzle as her friends are lounging around watching TV.]

.:: RICARDO::..
What did you pack that you definitely didn’t need.

.::MERCEDES::..
My ego. If it wasn't used as a kickball these days, I'd be a lot better than than I am now.

.:: RICARDO::..
What are we seeing again?

[Hugo glances at an open laptop listing the weekend's movie offerings.]

.::HUGO::..
Weep For The Abyss. Didn't you get my text?

.:: RICARDO::..
No. I think my phone is on silent.

[Ricardo's phone suddenly goes off. Hugo looks on in astonishment.]

.::HUGO::..
Really, Richie?

[Ricardo raises a finger in a wait-a-minute gesture as he turns away from the group and takes the call.]

.:: RICARDO::..
Hello? This again? No! I would appreciate it if you stopped telling everyone I have a rash. Why? It's embarrassing, that's why! When you tell everyone I use diaper rash cream, it's embarrassing. Fuck!

[As the conversation continues, Mercedes is failing badly to hold her laughter. Irma is dumbstruck. Hugo and Tomas exchange disturbed looks.]

.:: RICARDO::..
You're not listening to me. You're not listening to me. Every girl I bring to the house you're like, 'Oh, did you know Ricardo has a rash?' Stop doing that!

[Mercedes tries to get Ricardo's attention, but is ignored. He's irate.]

.:: RICARDO::..
So what, I'm a virgin. You told the whole family. Might as well scream it from the rooftops. I'm waiting for the right person, okay? Stop pressuring me!

[A moment of silence before Ricardo calms down.]

.:: RICARDO::..
Goodnight, grands.

[Ricardo looks back at everyone in shock awe before he sheepishly put his phone back in his jacket pocket.]

.:: RICARDO::..
What?

.::HUGO::..
So, are we seeing Wept? The previews are playing.

.::MERCEDES::..
That's the third Sunday in a row. Can't we see something else?

.::TOMAS::..
Speak for yourself. I've got to see this movie. It's supposed to be a good.

[A stranger runs up to the group.]

.::STRANGER::..
Hey! Uh, I'm from out of town. Can you help me find some meth?

.::MERCEDES::..
This is why we can't have nice things.

[***Fade***]


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

[REC•]

"Picture this. It's June 2015, I was in my third year in Sin City Wrestling. Now, granted, I barely remember who wrestled that night, but what I do remember was some girl from Houston, Texas making and eventually winning her debut. That girl was Samantha Marlowe.

"Time sure flies when you're having fun."

[Mercedes enters the frame as our scene sets at  at the Tropicana Hotel, where the front of the hotel meets Las Vegas Blvd. Mercedes sits down Indian style on the fake green lawn along the front of the hotel, the entire NY NY Hotel and the Las Vegas Blvd sign in the backdrop.]

"As the second longest-tenured active female wrestler in the company, you probably think that I'm entitled, and that is nothing further from the truth. I'm nothing more than a consummate professional. On the norm, I would have probably hit my pillows at two or three in the morning, but not this weekend. Behind these eyes are coffee and concealer. I think it's rather appropriate for what I'm up for at High Stakes.

"Speaking about my upcoming match against Samantha Marlowe, I know the fans are eagerly anticipating this highly anticipated match-up between two of wrestling's most talented competitors, and they win be disappointed. More often than not, Samantha is more than determined to return to the dominant force she once was in the ring. I'm the first to acknowledge Samantha's talent, but I'm more than ready to take on the challenge and come out victorious. You know me for my agility and quick thinking in the ring, I'm going give Samantha the fight she's looking for this time.

"At Violent Conduct, I had hopes of climbing the ladder and seizing the prized Queen for a Day briefcase, which guarantees the winner gaining control of Climax Control on the next show following the supercard. At Climax Control 372, I had an opportunity to put Samantha away in that steel cage. At Climax Control 375, that Bombshell Internet Championship should have been mine."

[She points at herself, looks into the camera with anticipation.]

"The way I see it, the sooner I leave Vegas and this pay-per-view, the better it will be for my mental clarity, especially the last over seas trip we took part in.

After my match at Into the Void, at Violent Conduct, at Climax Control 372, and at Climax Control 375, there was no one to meet me at the entrance area. There wasn't a comforting hand clasp on my shoulders. Not a word of advice or scorn. Just me alone, walking towards the dim lighted area. I don't have time to revel in my losses as of late.

Well, no more!

"Come Sunday, Samantha, I'm ending my curse at High Stakes, and it begins with you, mamita!"

"Hope for the best, prepare for the worse. And may the odds be in your favor."

[***Fade***]

Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 6 de 13 de agosto de 2023

Violent Conduct is two weeks away. The Queen for a Day participants have been decided. Zoey Lukas, Tempest, Kim Pain, and me. Neither of us got here by accident, we weren't simply just waiting for a handout. Every Bombshell here earned her way into this match, believe it or not, whether you like it or not, and there's not anything anyone can say or do about it.

Of course, my distractors still take the time out from their boring, mundane lives to run my name and reputation through the mud, which, let's face it, is purely because I am everything they’re not and everything they wish they could be and because I'm living the career they only wished they had. To me,  with or without a championship, whether I'm in a pre-show match, the opening match, the mid-card, or the main event, I've proven without a doubt that I'm the most accomplished talent in the women's division. While my competition is still so desperately trying to reach for brass rings, I already have mine, two of them.

OK, so they're not actually brass rings, or made from brass, but my Hall of Fame rings look so much better.

Apparently, I had a match last show, but why even bother mentioning it when my opponent didn't care about the outcome in the week leading up to it? They say you’re only as good as your last match. Well, I'm not defined by one match, or several matches. Because like I've said before and I'll say again, I don’t lose. I win or I learn. Why bring attention to someone that has had just a few good months? Why waste my words on someone who deserves silence?

Out of sight, out of mind. Moving on.

Anyone who has known me, knows that I am too resilient and too tough to stay down for long. So motivation for my match against Tempest this weekend was at an all-time high. That I'm facing a familiar name who has given me a tough challenge in the past is always a match you get up for

That said, the history between Tempest and I isn't very long, but it did have its moments, particularly the time where Goth and I beat Tempest and Austin James Mercer for the World Mixed Tag Team Championship It's true that they won the first round, but Goth and I got our sweet revenge, so there's that.

However, the first time Tempest and I met, one-on-one, she beat me. She won. Haven't exactly gotten over that, but good things come to those who wait. So, with all apologies to a 90s song I heard the other day: it has to start somewhere, it has to start sometime. What better place than here? What better time than now?

I remember when Tempest first made her debut in SCW. That she had to face her fellow GO Gym Graduate, Krystal Wolfe was ironic to say the least, but Tempest won that match, and pretty convincingly, I might add.

Most opponents who stand in Tempest's way don't stand a chance, much less have a prayer. In her eyes, they're not even an opponent. They're a ragdoll, a chew toy, a sacrifice, a simple act of charity given by SCW.

What I find funny is that in the more than two years since Tempest's Christmas night debut, her only claim to fame is that tag title run. No doubt she could go on a long singles title reign, but something seems to be missing. Since losing the World Mixed Tag Team Championship, what exactly has Tempest done since in her career? She should have won the Bombshell Internet Championship in that battle royal instead of Kayla Richards last year. She and Austin had to be the favorites in the four-way mixed tag World Mixed Tag Team Championship match at Summer XXXTreme this year. You know, maybe, just maybe, Tempest isn't the threat she claims to be. Maybe she's destined to be a tag team wrestler forever and only trotted out for special occasions like some kind of pandering show pony or a rodeo clown.

She's lost only three times in singles matches, which in and of itself, is impressive. She beat Alexandra Calaway in her last match. Impressive, yes, but sometimes it's not about the opponents you beat, but the opponents who beat you. And the three opponents who own a victory over Tempest are the last people I wouldn't even give the time of day: Bella Madison, Bobbie Dahl, and Seleana Zdunich.

Oof.

Did I say that out loud?

Sorry, not sorry.

Tempest has had her way with a lot of her opponents in SCW, yet very few have really challenged her, and I like to believe I'm one of them. With Tempest, she's expecting to see fear and desperation in my eyes, and there should be. But that's not what she's getting. No, behind these eyes, mamita, is anticipation. Behind these eyes are little flames dancing in excitement because now I get an opportunity to wipe that smirk off your face before I crush your dreams two weeks later when I climb that ladder, rung by rung, and claim that Queen for a Day contract. You, Zoey, and Kim will witness history while I make history one more time. I mean, at this point, Tempest, this should be nothing for you because two years ago in late November 2020, I became a record three-time World Mixed Tag Team Champion.

I like Rio, I love Rio, but there's a time for business and pleasure, and I'm going to have both this weekend.

Sunday can't come soon enough. I'm waiting with baited breath for the moment I get the opportunity to step in the ring with you and finally add your name to my checklist.

Revenge is an act of passion, vengeance is an act of justice. And while they say good things come to those who wait, something tells me Tempest isn't going to like what's coming to her.

As a matter of fact, I guarantee it.


FLASHBACK || RIO DE JANEIRO, BRAZIL || SUNDAY, JULY 28, 2013

[Mercedes Vargas buries her face in her hands and sighs deeply, sitting in her hotel room, reflecting on what happened to her moments ago.

Some would call it a tragedy. Others would call it a case of simple bad luck. But she knew better. She knew a lot better to know what this really was. It had to have been an hour or so after the show ended.

Mercedes: All I wanted was to go out. Is that too much to ask?

[Even if the plan was to sit inside a warm, dry bar, she didn't expect her newfound friends to postpone for another day. Well, rain seems to be an occurrence here in Brazil, so this was normal. At least this is what her roommate tells her.]

Roommate: Are you listening to yourself right now?

«She sits on the bed next to Mercedes. She gets up and moves away, turning her back towards him.»

Mercedes: Sorry, it's just that I hate being cooped up in my room all day. It's been raining all day.

[She turns around and faces him.]

Mercedes: This was supposed to be My TIME. MY MOMENT. AND IT WAS ALL TAKEN AWAY FROM ME! DAMN MOTHER NATURE!!

Mercedes failure to compose herself doesn't end well as her roommate slowly stands to his feet, shaking his head.»

Roommate: I told you this would happen, you didn't believe me. Now you see for yourself. Are you going to be okay?

Mercedes: Yeah, I guess so.

Roommate: If we hurry now, we just might catch the last flight out of the country.

Mercedes: I'll be down in five minutes. I just need to be alone right now.

Roommate: Take your time.

[The roommate walks out of the leaves before he stops and turns back to Mercedes.]

Roommate: I'll be downstairs.

Mercedes: Just go!


Present Day ♦ RIO DE JANEIRO, BRAZIL

[REC•]

"Another week in South America? What did I do to deserve this kindness?"

[Open on Mercedes Vargas at a juice bar in Rio, which is common in this city. Dressed in a red dress and high heels, her brunette hair into a tumble of soft curls.]

"Beautiful people, breathtaking scenery, vibrant nightlife. What's not to love about Brazil, especially Rio? When they said this month would have a lot of tourists here, they weren't joking. You know how long it took me to find a place to get some peace and quiet?

"Anyway..."

[She takes a sip from her half-full glass, puts it down on the counter.]

"Wow! This papaya drink is amazing!

Anyway, my match last week in Peru didn't exactly work out how I wanted to, but that's okay. New week, new city, new opponent, same goal: to win. With Violent Conduct just around the corner, momentum is important, but little did I know that my opponent is one I'll be seeing again in two weeks. Oh, and did I mention this is a Throw in the Towel match? I didn't? Well it bears repeating: A Throw in the Towel match. Which means it's an I Quit match. Well, this sure wasn't on my bingo card for 2023?"

[Mercedes offers a side eye roll.]

"Well, if you've been following my career in Sin City Wrestling for the past ten years, you know that I have never backed down from a challenge yet, and I don't quit. Ever. I've survived and thrived and rolled through the punches in SCW, even when things weren't so great. I've  survived Bombshells trying to end my career, I've had mealy mouth bitches serve up put downs and disses and throwing negativity my way for most of my career."

[She pauses for a second.]

"It didn't work then, it didn't work now. Tempest, you know better than anyone that I'm a fighter, because that's who I am. How did you think I got where I am in my career? The only way you're going to get Kim to throw in the towel is in your wildest dreams.

"Come this Sunday, I'm going to be the reality staring you in the face at the go-home show. And the reason Zoey throws in the towel on your behalf isn't to stop the match, it's to save you from me!"

[Mercedes points at herself before she gives an intimidating look at the camera.]

"See you Sunday!"

[***Fade***]

Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 9 al 16 de julio 2023

Now, I know what you’re thinking. "Mercedes, you just walked out of yet another Summer XXXTreme, in yet another title match, in yet another pay-per-view, in yet another opportunity at the Bombshell Roulette Championship, and boarding yet another lonely flight back home with nothing to show for it. Isn't it about time you, you know, retire?"

I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a part of me that wonders what it would be like to sit back and relax on some beach with a drink with a little umbrella in there instead of living out on a suitcase. I know I'm not getting any younger, some already say I'm past my prime to compete with the competition.

Maybe I should just give this up. Maybe I should cut my losses now and quit while I'm ahead. So many opportunities, always finding myself in contendership or title matches, never quite getting the job done. I think I qualify as a choke artist. And I get it, I totally get it. It's a 'what have you done for me lately' kind of world we live in. Retirement sure sounds good right now.

Listen, I'll cut a deal with you: if Jessie Salco wins the Bombshell Championship, I'll consider it.

But let's get this back to where it should be. I just lost another match in what is another lost year for yours truly. But still, I am a two-time SCW Hall of Famer, a two-time Bombshell world champion, a one-time Bombshell Internet champion, a four-time Bombshell Roulette champ, a six-time Tag titleholder between the Bombshell World Tag and Mixed Tag titles, and a former and the first ever Queen for a Day. I have to win sometimes, right? I wouldn't have the second-most career wins ever in the company if I wasn't.

Right?

Right.

Facing Seleana Zdunich this weekend wasn't exactly on my bingo card, but I'm thinking I'm going to show mercy against everyone's favorite little Swedish idiot. I just don't know if her ego can take much kicking after the year she's having, but I'm pretty sure I'm obligated to do so. So, that being said, I hope she enjoys eating the canvas again.

So, final words, I hope Seleana brings her A-game, because I sure will be. You best believe I'm going to be out to ruin her summer.


ABOARD THE SUN PRINCESS CRUISELINER

[Four weeks ago, Mercedes Vargas had her first win in SCW in a very long time. Sure, it was only a dominant win over a member of the prestigious Steele family, but, in the end, it didn't matter. Her hand was still raised at the end of the match with Ruby. It was no big deal, really. Grand Canyon University Arena was just another venue she's visited many times before. Her dominant victory against Ruby was trivial to the one thing greater than facing an inferior opponent, it was greater than her victories few and far between this year.]

“Looks like today is going to be another beautiful day.”

"You're in a good mood. This is, this is good."

[Mercedes spun around on her chair where she gazed at the screen of her open laptop in front of her, and there was the familiar visage of her parents, Estelle lazily on the couch, half interested in the telenovela on the television. Fernando pops in and out of frame.

[Even after an active-filled week aboard the Sun Princess, Mercedes Vargas is tired, but sleep is the last thing on her mind. Instead, admiring herself in front of a mirror, Mercedes adds the finishing touches to her makeup to conclude what was a half hour session. She exudes excitement despite her lack of sleep and disappointment.

A week removed from Summer XXXTreme, the Hall of Famer was looking forward to what was to be another exciting supercard, especially the tall task she faced on the weekend when she battled Jessie Salco and Laura Phoenix. No doubt visions of a Bombshell Roulette Championship triumph in the Ultimate X Over the Pool. Salco and Phoenix, legendary ring generals like herself, Mercedes hoped to once again defy expectations in making history one more time.

As was the case this year, history was delayed.

Mercedes takes up her iPhone and, sure enough, they were already tweets talking about the night's main event the world over. J2H reclaimed the world championship in what will likely be one of the most remarkable come back stories of the year.

If only her own match turned out the same way.]

Mercedes: Why wouldn't I be, Mom? I'm on an all-expense paid two-week vacation, I get to lounge around in a mini-suite if I want, and there's so much to do on the ship. It's like groundhog's day.

Estelle: Par for the course. You've had this luxury for 10 years.

Fernando: How come you never invite us?

Mercedes: Not true. Every year, I tell you about the cruise. You always promise to come, but you never do.

[In reality, she was glad her parents didn't come. It's been awhile since her last win at Summer XXXTreme, and she didn't want to live to see another disappointing night.]

Estelle: Maybe it's best we didn't.

Mercedes: What? What's that supposed to mean? You're my biggest cheerleaders aside from my friends.

Estelle: The next overseas trip is in Rome, right?

Mercedes: Yeah.

Estelle: I'm not going.

Mercedes: To Rome? Why?

Estelle: Think of the last time I went to Italy.

Fernando: Was it as exciting as Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday and Katherine Hepburn in Summertime?

Estelle: I'm serious. I never liked heights, I never liked flights, and last time I've been to Italy, I have never come home from somewhere saying to myself, "I don't want to go back there." Just when passing people on the street I felt a very "unfriendly" vibe.

Mercedes: So you had a bad experience nine years ago. Anything can happen in cities these days. I'm thinking this has something to do with me then this trip.

Fernando:  I think what we were trying to say is we really don't want to look back at your life and wonder about all the roads you could have travelled but didn't.

Mercedes: I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

[Mercedes stands to her feet. She looks off, thinking, smiling, then back at some notes in her notepad.]

Mercedes: I've got to go.

Estelle: Fernando, mi corazón, ven conmigo. Venga.

[With that, Mercedes closes the laptop. Another weekend on the high seas and already she wanted to return back stateside. With another overseas tour just on the horizon, she couldn't wait to be over.]


Present Day ♦ R O M E, I T A L Y

[REC•]

"I don't always visit Rome, but when I do, I never want to leave. Just look at this place!"

[The photos over social media, travel brochures, magazines and the web doesn't do one of the most beautiful cities in the world justice. Behind Mercedes is the famed Pantheon. Mercedes stands just before the fountain in front of the landmark architecture.]

"You know, I've come so close to tasting championship gold a few times in Sin City Wrestling. I've come within fingertips of capturing another championship to add to my legacy. But it was not to be two weeks ago, the memory of Summer XXXTreme still haunts me even now. Come to think of it, my success at this supercard isn't anything to write home about. Ten times I've been on that card. Only won once, and that was more than five years ago. Haven't won since. Go figure.

I've had some tough moments. The time I was part of the main event in 2016, the Elimination Chamber match? Crystal Caldwell retained the Bombshell Championship. I didn't even make it in the final three in that match. That one time teaming up with Delia Darling to regain the Bombshell World Tag Titles from The Fallen in 2015? We failed. Turned out that match would be Delia's last match in SCW. Another tag match, this time with me, Celeste North and Veronica Taylor against Devona, Amy Santino, and Jessie Salco. Yup, lost that one, too. The Mean Girls quietly disbanded after seven months and Celeste North quit as leader after three months and promptly left the company, just like that."

[Mercedes brushes away a few strands of her hair from her eyes and takes a deep breath as she sees her breath in the cold. Having to relieve these series of unfortunate events aboard the cruiseship were some of the highlights - or, rather, lowlights, of this supercard.]

"But through all that? Those moments didn't hurt like what happened two weeks ago. It wasn't as bad as in 2019 when my fourth Bombshell Roulette Championship reign ended. None of those moments haunt me then two weeks ago when I had a golden opportunity in making history one more time aboard the Sun Princess. Five years ago, I walked in as a challenger and I walked out one-half of the World Mixed Tag Team Champions, became the only Bombshell to win every championship in the women's division, and became a two-time Bombshell Grand Slam winner. Two weeks ago I walked in as a challenger and I walked out with nothing to show for it."

[A pause is met as she gathers her thoughts before raising her head again.]

"When my third Bombshell Roulette Championship reign ended in 2015, it took four years before anybody broke the records I set for that title. I had to sit there and watch people like Jessie Salco and Amy Santino trade the title like a game of hot potato.

Now in the Year of our Lord 2023, I have to live with the fact Jessie Salco lives to see a fifth title reign and another title defense and I didn't get the chance to wipe the smirk off her face. That I have to see her defend the title against Laura Phoenix - and good on her to stepping up to the plate to challenge for the title in this weekend's main event - just pisses me off. I don't need the Bombshell Roulette Championship, that title needs me. I just wanted to win the Ultimate X match just to deny Laura her first championship, and to see Jessie squirm.

"But I know I can't stay mad forever. Because this weekend with Seleana Zdunich in this Queen for a Day qualifier, I get an opportunity to compete in the Queen for a Day match. We both know what's at stake. Seleana's already been in one. I've been in three, including winning the first. But this isn't 2014, and this won't be a battle royal. I've been in the ladder match, so I know what must be done."

[A pause is met as she gathers her thoughts before raising her head again to finish her promo.]

"Now, a lot of people know the history between Seleana and I in SCW, always competitive, try to leave everything in the ring. Sunday, I'm coming for blood. I'm going to do whatever it takes, whatever is necessary to claim my spot in the Queen for a Day.

"Seleana, looks like it's you and me, sister. And it seems like you haven't had an easy time in the win column lately, which is sad and kind of pathetic at the same time. Where is The Cat and what have you done with her? Has she lost her claws?"

[Mercedes laughs and tosses her hair back.]

"I know how much this match means to you. You’ve been on this downward spiral lately, and you’re probably thinking that a win, any win at all, will somehow turn your fortunes around. The important thing is at least you’re getting up. At least you’re not giving up. And this Sunday, maybe, just maybe, fortune will smile upon you because you got me at a bad time. But make no mistake about it - you're still facing Mercedes Vargas.

"Do I still have to prove myself to you, Seleana? Is that a challenge? Because I love challenges, and I hope you’ll be able to put your money where your mouth is. I really don’t have to prove myself to you or anyone else for that matter. I’m already a proven commodity, none of my previous accomplishments - or yours - matters here.

"I am amazing. You know it, I know it, and SCW certainly knows it. I know you're not going to stay down, though you should take that offer into consideration, it would save you from being embarrassed. Or, even better, just forfeit the match.  It would save us from having to go through with this altogether. But knowing you, you’re all too willing to ignore my foolish advice. The only way you’re going to beat me is by divine intervention…

"Hope for the best, prepare for the worse. And may the odds be ever in your favor."

[Our scene fades on Mercedes waving at the camera, adding a smile as she does so and we fade to black.]

Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 4 al 11 de junio de 2023

They say you learn something new everyday, and that couldn't be further from the truth. The three most unbelieved statements in the world are:

1) The check is in the mail;

2) Of course, I’ll love you in the morning like I do tonight, and

3) I’m from the government and I’m here to help.

And just for a bonus, I'll add one more. 

4) Ruby Steele, Bombshell Champion.

Well, the only time that last one happens is if Ruby gets a replica championship from SCW Shop. But let's get this back to where it should be.

This year has not been the best for yours truly. This was supposed to be the year I  finally achieve my ultimate goals of winning a championship for the first time in a long time.

I haven't won a match in seemingly forever and despite the losses and the putdowns and all the criticism regarding my career, I've become an afterthought in the women's division - and I'm a two-time Hall of Famer.

At this point, no one thinks I can do anything. I had no business losing to Bobbie Dahl or Samantha Marlowe, I could have won the Bombshell Championship from Roxi Johnson. That Bombshell Roulette Championship contendership should have been mine at Blaze of Glory.

Losing happens to everyone. There are few things that are worse than losing. But I guess things isn't all that bad. I mean, I could be Ruby Steele. You remember Ruby, right? She of the illustrious Steele Family. The English tart whose only claim to fame was that one time she got lucky in winning the Blast From the Past Tournament (not to mention she got to have a second chance when her original tag partner bailed on her after the first round) and failed to win the Bombshell Championship after the fact.

For someone who was the protege of a Hall of Famer like Mikah and being married to Mikah’s first ever student, Courtney Pierce - the new Bombshell Champion - you would think that success would rub off on Ruby.

For one thing, I can't figure out the Steele's obsession with trying to stay relevant. I understand why like her cousin, Kate, that Ruby will do absolutely anything to try to stay with the cool kids, but come on. Coincidence? I think not.

No, that's not it. Just Ruby looking for clout. The Steele Family is notorious for this.

When you know, you know.

So Ruby steps in the ring with me and while this year hasn't been anything to write home about, a motivated Mercedes is a dangerous Mercedes, and I still got the experience to put Ruby away and get back to being the best version of myself.

I know that Ruby is coming off that loss to Eiley a few weeks back answering the question of who was the better protégé of Mikah - the match we never wanted but needed - so she's looking to rebound from that loss. Only thing is, she picked a bad week to do it.

But let's rewrite history. Let's pretend that Ruby is who she is in SCW. Let's pretend, for a moment, that despite the vast experience between us that's going to be clearly seen when we're put in the same ring, that you prove me wrong. Let's go with admitting that I respect Ruby even though she doesn't respect me.

I  know Ruby is a fairly good competitor, I've seen what she can do. It's just that when it comes to you and me, me and you, you don't stand a chance. That's not an opinion, that's not theory, that's just plain facts.

I'm done playing games. I've more than proven a lot of doubters wrong over the years. My resume in SCW and longevity says a lot and more often than not it tends to drown out the haters. In a women's locker room that often sees competitors come and go within a couple years, if that, I've been one of the longest active here. I've been such a constant presence for the past 10 years now that it's almost easy to forget about my successes. I get no respect. With or without a title, I've proven without a doubt that I'm the most accomplished talent in the women's division and there is not a person alive on this roster that can say that I don’t have what it takes to become champion.

They say you’re only as good as your last match and it’s not how you start but how you finish. I've had more than a few weeks to reflect on my defeats and this Sunday I'm going to go take care of business. I'm going to go fix that. I'm going to right the ship. I'm going to find a way to win my next match and end this losing streak I’ve been on since May. That's what I'm trying to do, that's what I'm going to do. I'm wrestling again this weekend, getting an opportunity to finally put this losing streak behind me and I plan to show Ruby why she picked the wrong week to face the Dynasty of Sin City Wrestling.

Long before she knew and long after she remembers.

Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 19 al 25 de febrero de 2023

You ever get that feeling when no matter what you do, nothing seems to go right? It starts small, a series of unfortunate events. A razor-thin loss here, coming up short in a title match there. A second off from saving a match before the bell in a multiwoman match. Having a bad day can happen from time to time, but when those days turn into weeks or months or years? When life keeps piling it on? Sometimes the annoyances and frustrations build up that it’s hard to stay motivated when you’re stuck in neutral.

I wear many hats, but I live my life in the wrestling ring, more than I care to admit. I also travel. At some point, I’m going to be tired living life out of a suitcase. Maybe I already have. I wake up, work, go to bed, and repeat. 14 years. 10 of those years in Sin City Wrestling.

I’ve seen it all, I’ve done it all. I’m at a place in life where I’m most happy and I could go without winning another championship and still be more relevant that I am now. People come and go, give excuses, criticize the company. But while the names and faces may change, one thing is always constant: Everything, everything, is a competition. Whoever said winning isn’t everything, never knew what it is to start with. It’s not even about the will to win…everybody has that. Why do you think we show up every night in the six-sided ring? It’s certainly not to parade around the ring like pandering show ponies.

No matter how much I’ve won in my career, no matter how many matches I’ve been in, no matter how many championships, no matter how many records set, tied, or broken, the Hall of Fame inductions, I’m not winning now, so this is where I’m at. I’ve been to the mountaintop many times before, but maybe this is what it feels like to hit rock bottom.

The critics are always right. The only way to keep them quiet is by winning. I’m a pretty good winner, I’m also a sore loser. And I rub it in pretty good when I win. Proud of it, not afraid to say it. At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, while it's important to pause after a defeat, or in my case a series of defeats, I shouldn't stop. So I can’t, and I won’t. I need to climb out of this hole and get back on track.

I’m not always in tag matches, but when I am, it’s usually set up against opponents I really don’t like. Facing a member of the “prestigious” Warren clan is bad enough, but adding Seleana Zdunich makes it worse.  Dawn means well - that she honestly thinks her career will be greater than her brother or cousin is comical at best and downright sad at worse - but you have to think that her little win streak she’s been on has been to luck. That ends this weekend, she just doesn’t know it yet. As far as Seleana goes, luck won’t even save her this weekend. She’s fucked.

Besides the fact she is married to Crystal - and yet even that is questionable these days with how her wife changed her name for the millionth time - Seleana made her way to the top of Kim Pain’s hit list, through no fault of her own but was likely to happen due to something Crystal did or said or by simply existing. That’s just life when you’re married to Crystal. Too bad talent isn’t sexually transmitted. If that was the case, Seleana would be a lot further in her career than she is now.

They say that familiarity breeds contempt. True words were never spoken. Now do I hate Seleana? Hate is a strong word. Every fiber of my being hates everything about her, but that’s besides the point. That we’re standing from each other in a match in SCW for the fifth year in a row makes me sick. Was I really that evil in my past life?

Some might say I should feel a little insulted with this match, that I probably should angled for a better opponent, but to be honest with you, I'm perfectly fine with it. I'm not going to lose sleep this weekend because of The Cat. No, I don't think I will, and why? Because no matter what Seleana’s last name is, she is, was, and always will be just another marginal talent on the roster who had it too good for too long and only got by because she had enough skill to avoid sitting backstage at catering every week. That she’s still reeling from that loss to Kim Page two weeks ago, and believe me, it was tough seeing her staring up at the arena lights since her last win but in October, but maybe her better days are behind her? As a matter of fact, I wonder if she could offer me a few tips ahead of our match, but I would love to see her fall flat on her face again. And when that happens? They'll be no pity party here because I'll be too busy laughing when she gets her ass handed to her in this tag match.

My partner in Kim Pain knows her way around the ring, so I’m not complaining. As a matter of fact, I couldn’t be more happier. She and I seem to share a kindred spirit almost. We like competition, we’ve been successful practically everywhere in our respective careers, and we can mix it up with just about anyone inside the ring. But in order to make this partnership work, I need to hold down my end.

Dawn Warren is off to a hot start while Seleana, like myself, is still seeking her first win of 2023. I like to keep Kim undefeated in SCW, so I’m going to try my damndest to walk out with our heads held high and our hands raised.

If I was Dawn and Seleana, I wouldn’t want to show up to Reno, Nevada this weekend. It will be the last thing they will ever do.




[Mercedes Vargas sits leisurely on her living room couch in her Los Angeles residence. On an otherwise clear seventy-degree afternoon, the Argentine and SCW Hall of Famer kept her brunette hair firmly hidden under a fedora while sporting a t-shirt and skinny jeans. The somber mood is just as dark as the watercolor impression she stares at from afar. Irma stands back to gaze at her handiwork, a work in progress, her palette and brush at the ready.]

MERCEDES: Guess what?

IRMA: What?

MERCEDES: My washer is out again….

IRMA: Are you concerned?

MERCEDES: Yes. This is a matter of life and death. And laundry.

IRMA: Would you like to talk about it?

MERCEDES: I just did.

[Irma paints a whole forest with just a few strokes of her hand.]

IRMA: They say the average person says about 16,000 words each day. It is not yet 9 a.m. and you haven’t exceeded your limit for the day.

MERCEDES: Brevity is key.

[Irma unwraps a Twix bar and takes a bite.]

IRMA: You seem crabby.

MERCEDES: Sorry. I just had a bad couple of weeks.

IRMA: What’s really going on?

MERCEDES: I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, a lot of soul searching, and I think maybe it’s time to walk away.

IRMA: What? You already told everyone you would never walk away unless -

MERCEDES: People change their mind all the time about things. The doubters, critics and naysayers made their choice. Does that make me a loser? Does that make me just another face on the roster seemingly looking to return to their former glory? Does that mean my career burned twice as bright before lasting half as long?

IRMA: Have you heard about Napoleon?

MERCEDES: The emperor who lost France? Yeah, what about him?

IRMA: La gloria es efímera, pero laoscuridad es para siempre. Glory is fleeting, but obscurity is forever. People remember your fame, Mercedes, but once it's gone, it's forever.

MERCEDES: That's why there's the record books. I’ll never be forgotten.

IRMA: Maybe that’s why you will never walk away. You miss the crowds and the energy that comes back from them, it's hard to get that anywhere else. It’s not like you can’t go back to acting and modeling.

[She begins adding more detailing on the canvas.]

Mercedes: Is there really a difference between left and right Twix? Maybe I am all messed up since I can’t tell.

[Irma uses a script liner brush to sign her latest work, a foggy scene.]

Irma: Whichever side of a Twix you eat first, either is a good choice.

Mercedes: That…that was really deep.


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

[REC•]

"So my last match in SCW didn’t exactly work out as I thought it would, considering what happened two weeks ago."

[Our scene opens where the last one left off as Mercedes is back again lying back in a hammock and enjoying the weather. For a moment, she sits up and positions herself to address the camera.]

"And, yes, while those poor fans will be seeing Roxi Johnson challenging Amber Ryan for the Bombshell Championship at Blaze of Glory again this year, this is my fault and I take full responsibility for that. I don’t want Roxi to tie the record for most Bombshell Championship reigns, and I’m sure Amber doesn’t want to see that happen either, let alone having to relive losing the Bombshell Championship this early in her reign.

“That being said, I have my own match to worry about this weekend. I still don't know what I did to deserve a match at Blaze of Glory much less the go-home show this weekend before the supercard, but at this point I’ll take any match I can get if only to get my first win of the new year. I just didn’t think it would be in a tag match.”

[Clicking her tongue partly out of dismay and partly out of the sheer wonder of it all, Mercedes' smile faded as she briefly shakes her head, a look of disappointment is there too.]

"Anyway, maybe this weekend will be better. I'll be honest, I didn't think I'd been on the card but here I am. Don't get me wrong, the competition won't make it easy and they're going to try their damndest to make that a reality. Despite the losses and the putdowns and all the criticism regarding my career, that's just giving me more motivation to succeed. For far too long, I've survived and thrived in Sin City Wrestling even when talent has come and gone from this company more times than I care to remember, and why? Because I haven't accepted the conventional wisdom that my competition is better than me.”

[Mercedes was always told to err on the side of caution, but such advice meant little to her. Murphy's Law has a funny way of ruining plans - even the best laid plans - but there's just no way she could mess this up, right?]

"Speaking of, this is my first time facing someone new for a change in SCW and while Dawn Warren has picked up a few notable wins, if you can call it that, I haven't exactly been catching up. She calls herself *checks notes* The Pink Puppy.”

[She musters a deadpan expression, then gives an innocent shrug.]

“You can’t make this stuff up. Among a list of grating nicknames names, imagine what Dawn’s career would be like if she took herself seriously instead of going with something that sounds like a newest addition to The Littlest Petshop. At least Seleana had the right idea. A cat would be tough to take in a fight. Sharks, bulldogs and snakes are vicious, tough and dominate their territory. A puppy is not an intimidating or cool nickname at all. How hard must it have been for Belinda and Jason calling the action or Justin saying “the pink puppy” whenever there’s a match? They are plenty of other animal names that would have worked better. 

“When you’re just starting out in wrestling and trying to make a name for yourself, you don’t have the luxury of taking a day off. Thing is, Dawn is going to have to, how you say "level up", if she's going to have any chance of walking out of this match with a victory. She didn't do too bad against Luna and somehow got past Krystal last week, but she's in way over head this time around and I think she knows this too. She's not gonna stumble across a couple of newcomers in wrestling school. She's coming up against champions, people who are used to the pressure, people who know how to pick apart people not on their game and she's so far off her game it’s not even finny. To be honest, I almost feel sorry for Dawn, and I’m being kind when I say that.”

[Mercedes shrugs her shoulders, offering a sincere look of an apology, or as close to one as she could muster.]

“We’ve seen this movie before about the plucky underdog overcoming the odds and riding off into the sunset. Life doesn't work like that. And come Sunday, Dawn and her mentor are going to find that out the hard way so I hope she enjoyes the selfies she took, the tears she cried, the hugs she got, the night of free games at the arcade because it won't be long before it's over."

[Mercedes angles her head to one side as her arrogance shines through. A small smile turns into a satisfying grin.]

“Seleana is known as one of the most underrated women on the Bombshell roster, which is puzzling because for someone with her looks, personality and pedigree as a second-generation wrestler she would be a far bigger star in SCW than she is. She will never become as big as her wife, but she still is commended for her hard work and strong effort to improve. She got a few championships to her name so it has to count for something.

“It's almost cute the way Seleana is desperately trying to get me to crumble at her badassery, like I'm supposed to be intimidated, like I'm supposed to be scared of her. Trust me, nobody is scared of Seleana Zdunich. People don’t shell out tickets to see Seleana Zdunich. Seleana and I have a storied history in SCW so she knows there's no limit to the lengths and depths I will go to bring the fight to her.“

[Mercedes points to herself. She speaks slowly, and clearly articulates her next words.]

"This here...this is what success looks like. This is what it looks like when you’ve made it. This is what it looks like when you've proven your worth in this industry. Some say age comes before beauty. I say age comes with experience and experience comes from a lot of good judgement. And I'm a good judge of character. I like to think so anyway. For all her skill, determination and will, there's nothing Seleana can ever do to get on my level. Sunday isn't going to be an audition, it's a reminder.”

[Mercedes pauses for emphasis, taking time to gesture at her checklist, complete with the names of Seleana and Dawn already added in cursive in felt-tip red Sharpie.]

"Prepare for the worst, hope for the best….”

[Mercedes stares menacing into the camera. She lowers her voice, barely a whisper.]

“And may the odds be ever in your favor."

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

***Fade***