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OFF-CAMERA || COLNEY CLUB BEACH, BARBADOS || THURSDAY, OCTOBER 3, 2013
(Our scene opens on Mercedes's pen moving swiftly across a diary page as the words formed by it matches her voiceover.)
OCTOBER 3, 2013
WEEK 5 ● Day 33
Dear Diary,
I can’t believe that the Caribbean tour is almost over!
Aruba, the Virgin Islands, Barbados…I don’t think I could ever leave! All good things must come to an end, I guess. It’s just that I’m not ready to end it so soon. I almost feel bad for those back in the States. I thought things were bad then, but with this whole government shutdown and everything, I might suffer from post mortem depression. Anyway, think happy thoughts…think happy thoughts. Now breathe. Okay then, much better.
(A sudden yellow streak goes by, causing the pen to curve right off the page.)
Mercedes Vargas: Oh, come on!
(Mercedes looks to her left where the offender, a blonde tennis player, shrugs her shoulders in an apologetic tone. She goes off to retrieve the tennis ball as Mercedes shakes her head, picks up her pen, and returns to her entry)
So, after my tag team victory with Necra last week, I felt better then, too. I wouldn't say the same for my partner, though. Ever since Necra decided to turn over a new leaf, there seems to be a dark cloud hanging over her head. Costing Amy Marshall a match is one thing, but getting attacked by Roxanne last week was something else entirely. I would have helped her, Necra I mean, but I don’t think she noticed I was walking gingerly during the match. I think I broke my ankle...or sprained it, yeah. Plus, Roxanne gave me an offer I couldn't refuse. I hope Necra can forgive me in her heart of hearts. But the chances of that happening is slim to none. Oh well. Live and learn.
So to celebrate my latest victory, I decided to get another day of tennis in before I’m off to Trinidad for the pay-per-view.
(Scene opens on the grounds of the tennis court area where our last RP left off. Mercedes seems to be a very different person than last time. She is dressed in all white; her hair, dramatically tied back. In slow motion, we see her move about the court, parlaying everything her male opponent throws at her. Volleys, half-court shots, backhand. Nothing got by her. That is, until she was slow to react to a hard, flat serve, which initially won the game for her opponent in five sets.
Mercedes throws her racket away and sinks to her knees in dismay. She didn't even shake her opponents hand after the match, instead turning to sulk at the far end of the baseline. Her opponent goes up to consoles her, but she pushes him away and storms off, walking back to pick up her racket and then her gym bag in tow.)
So I have another shot at the Bombshell Roulette Championship at High Stakes in a few days, and I have to say this could be my toughest challenge yet. Because we all know how I loooooove triple threat matches, especially under Roulette Rules. Not that I’m complaining, facing Nessa Wall for the title, again, should be fun, and I’m kinda looking forward to winning this time around. Traci Patterson is no Vixen, but if she is as good as ACW and SCW claims, this match could end up very interesting.
Let the countdown begin. T-minus 10 days until I walk out of High Stakes the new Bombshell Roulette Champion!
Wish me luck.
Or don’t.
I don’t need luck. I’m already good.
Ciao.
The Argentine Assassin.
(With less than two weeks until Mercedes Vargas graces the stage at High Stakes III, and perhaps maybe leaving this pay-per-view event with a title around her waist, Vargas stands to her feet, the sun casts an orange haze below the horizon now. Suddenly, her hand, which a moment ago went to remove her reading glasses, reaches over for the tennis racket now broken in two after breaking it over her knee after arguing over a bad call. Now with only the mess of strings and graphite serving as a sordid memento, she turns to the clubhouse, corralling her gym bag along the way, as our scene fades to black.)
ON-CAMERA || ROYAL MONARCH || SATURDAY, OCTOBER 5, 2013
"Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride. Nobody gonna slow me down. Oh no, I got to keep on moving..."
(Mercedes's half-smile is evident as we see her getting her training on at a sparsely furnished gym on the ship, just a couple of treadmills and a few weight lifting benches. Mercedes is on one of the treadmills, wearing a gray tank top and leggings. A New York Giants visor covers her head. She grips an iPod in one hand as the earbuds drapes around her neck.)
"Today is the fifth of October. Do you know what day that is? It's Saturday, Saturday. Gotta get down on Saturday. Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend. OK, that really didn't come out right, but whatever."
"Traci Patterson, no offense, but I haven't heard of you. Matter of fact, I haven't heard of any of the girls over in the ACW, but that's a moot point now because SCW was kind of enough to allow the talent there to find a new home. You're welcome. Make yourself comfortable, but not too comfortable. You still need to use coasters. Can't say how many times I have to keep repeating that."
(Mercedes raises her sunglasses to her head.)
"You and I have never met, but I've heard you're a fierce and intense competitor. I have my doubts, but maybe you can make a believer out of me. SCW seem to think you're something special, which explains why you're in this match. If you asked me, I think being thrown into that battle royal, which by the way, is getting pretty crowded, would have been better, but I digress.."
You being from the great state of Texas, you should represent your home state proud. Well, good for you. The only thing here is, you might be boarding a lonely flight right back to Texas with nothing to show for it.
I know that sounds disappointing, but it should be expected. Just like the Dallas Cowboys every season, but that's another story.
This pay-per-view is called High Stakes, and with good reason. This match has everything riding on it, Nessa has the title to defend, you're trying to make a name for yourself, and for me, I've gambled away too many opportunities at getting the Bombshell Roulette Championship, and it left me with nothing. I plan to change that come next Sunday. Roulette wheel or no roulette wheel, I'm not leaving High Stakes III without that championship.
So, Traci, you best bring your A-game, and Nessa? If you think first defenses are the worst, then you just don't know what you're in for in your second defense. Read my lips, write it down – I’m walking out of this match with my head held high, my hand raised in victory and your title around my waist. "
"See you in eight days, ladies."
(Mercedes nods along to the music coming from her earbuds and we fade.)
