Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 10 al 17 de noviembre de 2 0 1 9
What am I going to say that you haven’t already heard from me before? Chances are you probably heard it all before, so I'm going to get right into it. Last week was a little reminder to Keira Fisher-Johnson why no winning streak is safe when I'm around. I was the pin that made her winning streak go POP, and now I think I feel a little better.
This weekend is qualifying matches for December 2 Dismember and it seems like our resident side kick got the short straw in her own match. Well, I did my part. I'm sure Andrea Hernandez will finish the job at Climax Control.
As for me, my job seems pretty cut-and-dried. There's the six-pack challenge for the World Bombshell Championship at December 2 Dismember and all I have to do is get by Seleana Zdunich. Not exactly the way I pictured it, but if a picture is worth a thousand words, than this match speaks volumes.
"A lot of girls on the roster wish they were in my position right now instead of sitting at home. Believe me, never in my wildest dreams did I think we would meet under these circumstances, Seleana, but then again, maybe it's meant to be.
Seems like we keep getting in each other's way, haven't we, Seleana? It's just as well. Tell you the truth, I kind of enjoy our encounters. Gives me something to look forward to each time we meet because nothing makes my day than just crushing your dreams. You think it has more to do with who you're married to and, well, while you're not entirely wrong, I will admit that I'm going to enjoy sending you home from this tournament. You've had one too many chances at chasing the world title as it is. Sunday, I'll be doing SCW and the world a huge favor by sending you home from this tournament. Because at the supercard you'll get to watch history while I'll be there to make it.
Last time you and I got together, nobody won, and that was more to you failing to beat me than me getting this close from embarrassing you for the second time. Sunday, you won't be lucky because we both have something to fight for, and I'm playing for keeps.
Opportunity knocks but once, and always at the least when you expect it. But what happens when you expect the unexpected? Success, that's what. And I've been more successful than every female wrestler to come through SCW, bar none. 2019 is no different.
December 2 Dismember is around the corner, Seleana, and before you know it, you’re going to find out why dreams sometimes don’t come true. Doesn't mean I think you won't stand a fighting chance, though. After all, Crystal taught you what you already know, but not everything she knows. Like how to be an ass-kisser, the 12 Step Program to talking to mirrors, and how to be overrated. But most of all, this Sunday, the world will witness the one thing you'll be associated for the one thing her family is ALL known for...
being choke artists.
Just for a second, I want you to think. Really think about what you're saying and what you're promising, Seleana, because we both know how this is going to end. Your usual spiel won't cut it. No one is going to believe it, much less listen to it. Nothing you said then, now, or in the future won't change anything because when it comes to you and me, everyone knows that you can't beat me. You being in this tournament is a joke at best and a sad charity case at worse. Sunday, I want you to know, without a doubt, what level you’re on. You will never be where I am. You will never be as good as me. And no matter what training you got from your wife, it won't change the outcome. It didn't when I spoiled your SCW PPV debut last year, and it won't now.
I told Keira that she better hope and pray that she got you as her opponent, but maybe that's true for you too. There's no divine miracle that's going to happen Sunday. Yes, we'll find out a lot of things come Sunday. You get to step in the ring with this porteña, with this Latina, and you're going to have yourself a long night ahead of you, and a long, lonely flight back to Los Angeles.
Some people say that I'm just all talk. They're only half-right.
The other half is I can back it up.
The date is set, the time has come, and your fate is sealed, Seleana. You're the last one standing between me and my chance at making history, And Sunday, you WILL be history!
Long before you knew, and long after you'll remember.
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S A N T A M O N I C A • C A L I F O R N I A
Mercedes opens the door to her apartment, though what she was seeing was unreal. The television was left on, the couch was bare as throw pillows scattered on the floor. Cheese puffs littered the coffee table and there was a glass left on the table – sans coasters. SANS COASTERS! Worse of all, she also found Francine there.
Mercedes: Um, what's going on here?
Girl Scout: Oh, hi.
Mercedes: Who are you and how did you get in my apartment?
Girl Scout: Jorge said I could stay.
Mercedes: ORLY? My brother hasn't been seen since he picked me up at the airport. Now how did you get in here? (pauses) Wait, you didn't sneak out of your bedroom window again, did you?
Mercedes moves towards her house phone.
Mercedes: I'm calling your parents.
Francine leaps up from off the couch and grabs at her leg and looks at her.
Girl Scout: (in a whiny voice) No, please, you can't make me go back. Anything but that!
Mercedes: And why not?
Girl Scout: Because.
Mercedes: Because what?
Girl Scout: Because you promised to tell me what happened?
Mercedes: Look you, I'm tired. For the sake of my sanity, please go home. And through the front door, this time.
Girl Scout: But you promised.
Mercedes sighs, dropping her keys in a dish.
Mercedes: If I tell you what happened, will you go home?
Girl Scout: Yes.
Mercedes: Oh, alright.
~~~
It's Not Whether You Win or Lose: Gatekeeper
Present Day • L O S A N G E L E S, C A L I F O R N I A
[REC•]
"Some things are better left unsaid, but you can bet I'm going to say it anyway. I can't help being who I am."
Mercedes smiles as the cameras are warming up. The SCW Hall of Famer is wearing her authorized SCW t-shirt as usual as she's at the Stanley Kubrick exhibit at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art. Mercedes leans against one of the towering lamps seen in front of the museum.
"Last week was great, ending Keira's winning streak and all, but you know something? I think I can do better than that. I'm going to send Seleana home for the holidays!"
Mercedes smiles despite herself. Her chance at challenging for the World Bombshell Championship at the supercard was depending on what happens Sunday. To realize her dream means she would have to end Seleana's, something she had no problem doing.[/i]
"Probably shouldn’t let your obvious jealousy of me get too out of control. I can’t even begin to imagine how it must feel for you to play the role of also-ran, while I face some worthy competition. Nonetheless, yours truly is back to her winning ways and someone is going to end up on my checklist against. I think I have a pretty good idea who that could be.”
Mercedes points at the camera.
"Yes, Seleana, I'm talking to you, sweetheart, and there's two things you can do about it: nothing and like it. Or don't, I don't care all that much either way.
She glances down for a long moment while shaking her head, her eyes closed. She looks up again at the camera and lets out a sigh.l.
“If The Cat wants to play...”
A small mischievious smile plays on her lips as she whispers.
“We'll play.”
Mercedes smiles contently, rubbing her hands slowly together as she does so before turning around and walks off as the scene fades.
***Fade***
