The Story of Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody
CALIFORNIA INTERSTATE 5________
JUST SOUTH OF STOCKTON, CALIFORNIA
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tarde del miércoles
Pacific Daylight Time
I don’t always find a reason to drive from one city to another, but when I do, it’s after a supercard. Sometimes it’s a challenge when you hit the highway in California, especially when you want to get in all the sights in road trip fashion, enjoying the scenic routes and the picturesque mountains along the way. They say that no one has ever beaten traffic at the I-5, but ladies and gentlemen, I came very close that day. As anyone would know, sharing the road with truckers and anyone crazy enough to hit record time from that San Jose – Los Angeles excursion usually favors taking this route.
The speedometer climbed ever so slightly. 30…45…50…65. Normal people probably would take a flight back to LA. Then again, I’m not like normal people, I’m not even most people. Will I regret taking this five and a half hour drive? Maybe. I’ll probably have to change the oil every few thousand miles, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take.
I’ll go ahead and pile this little chestnut on top of all the other risks I’ve taken in life, most recently at Blaze of Glory.
There’s a saying in Spanish I like to use: A mas honor, mas dolor. Or, as they say in English, the more danger, the more honor.
OK, I don’t always say it, but I do say it.
And it doesn’t make it any less true. Two weeks ago, I did the unthinkable and most would say the impossible – I attacked Delia Darling. Well, I had help: Veronica and I attacked Delia and whatever regrets I once had that night was all but gone that night in Stockton, California. Did I think I would be the one to strike first blood which led to Celeste usurping her leadership of the Mean Girls? No. If someone told me that Veronica, Angelica or I would attack Delia, you’d probably call me crazy. Maybe I was.
Maybe that California sun fried a few brain cells because never in a million years did I think I would do something so heinous, awful, and, well, shocking. Angelica and Veronica has been in SCW the longest, they’ve known Delia longer than I have. To think that either of us would turn against her was unheard of. But two Sundays ago, it happened. The press was all over it. Zelda Clarke wrote about it and was left stunned just as the crowd was that very night. On top of that Dax Beckett turned on Dying Breed and joined the Bad Boys, strengthening their numbers.
It was a black Sunday for SCW, both for the Superstars and Bombshells roster.
And yet it didn’t feel real. Like it didn’t even happen But I knew better. A sold out crowd watched the entire thing unfold…every Bombshell and Superstar saw it from backstage on a TV monitor…Pretty sure Mark and Christian saw it from their office…Angie, Vero and Celeste took a part in the entire thing. Sure it made them just as guilty, but I was the one who struck the first salvo. Delia’s blood was on my hands figuratively. The neon lights from the dashboard couldn’t hide the fact that her blood was also on my hands literally, too.
I had two choices to make: Solve it and maintain my honor with the Mean Girls or leave with what ifs and second thoughts and everyone questioning my loyalty as a sign of disrespect. I made my choice, I took my shot and now I’m going to be living with that decision for the rest of my life. Delia’s revenge be damned.
This is a story about four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody. There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it. Somebody got angry about that, because it was Everybody’s job. Everybody thought Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn’t do it. It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have.
Because of me, a new era began for the Mean Girls with a former Nobody becoming a Somebody and now in control of the most hated stable not just in the Bombshells Division, but in all of SCW.
And for once, I was proud I had taken a part in it.
A mas honor, mas dolor.
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Blog: #OnevsAll
semana del 19 al 26 de marzo de 2 0 1 7
Superman needs Lex Luthor, Batman needs The Jo2ker, and Sin City Wrestling needs the Mean Girls. Since our reunion in early December, we have arguably become the best thing that ever hit SCW in recent months, even more so following Blaze of Glory. Not that there was any doubt. Because title or no title, we remain the class of the Bombshells Division. Win or lose, no one is as talented or worthy of attention than us.
So, I’m not surprised that we have angered everyone on the roster – and I’m not just talking about the Bombshells. Apparently, the hatred against us doesn’t discriminate. Steve Ramone and even Kris Halch can’t stop talking about us on Twitter which kind of makes you think when one is dating a slut and the other is married. In Kris’ case, he admitted that he can’t help himself. Gee, I wonder how many times he thinks about us when he’s lying in bed with his wife. Maybe he’s lost interest in her and needs something to help him get through those cold nights. Then again, I hear she’s no Mother Teresa herself, but I digress.
Odette Stevens wants you to believe that she was one of the Bombshells who built this division, that it was her house. She’d be wrong of course. All she, Misty, Vixen and Necra did was rearrange the furniture. We, the Mean Girls, remodeled the house. The only thing we didn’t do is call for the moving van because apparently some of that furniture came back. Luckily for Vixen, she probably couldn’t wait to get out of Stockton fast enough. She tucked her tail between her legs, waddled up that ramp, sent her goodbyes on Twitter, then took the first flight back to that second-rate country she calls home in Canada and resumed playing Sally Homemaker after her one-night only appearance. And I have a feeling Misty is going to be following her right out the door because if teaming up with Brother Grimm doesn’t drive her up the wall, Belladonna Grey will. So, I guess that just leaves Odette and The Fallen for now. But don’t worry. After we’re done with them, they’re all going to wish they went back on vacation. Trust me.
So Veronica and I couldn’t bring home the World Bombshell Tag Titles to the Mean Girls but you know what, sometimes it’s about the little things.
A cada puerco le llega su sabado. Polly Playtime got hers at the supercard. Might not have been the political way to do it, but Mikah ended her title reign. Am I happy she’s the new Bombshell Internet Champion? Honestly, I couldn’t care less, just so long as justice was served. I’m a firm believer that the universe checks itself, that karma eventually come back to bite you. Polly learned that lesson at Blaze of Glory.
This weekend, I make my fourth appearance in the Blast From the Past Tournament and, yeah, I realize that I’ll be flying the Mean Girls flag this time. Am I worried about the tournament field this weekend? The better question is should I be. Do you really want to know what I see when I look at the Bombshells entered into this tournament? Sad, pathetic excuses for champions like Jessie Salco, wrestlers who were either never good in the first place or wastes of space like Amy-Jayne, Belinda Warwick, and Remi, crybabies like Chelsea Payne and a seemingly endless parade of desperate Bombshells who come out of the woodwork, who crawled on hands and knees back to SCW either because they want to relive their glory days or are just compulsive liars – yeah, looking at you, Misty Waters. Samantha Marlowe is a shadow of her former self, Evie Baang is only a danger to herself, Polly Playtime is a delusional bitch, and Amy Marshall and Kate Steele doesn’t scare anybody. The only thing that’s going to be difficult in this tournament is taking any of you seriously.
This tournament is the Mean Girls to lose, well, win, and I’ll be mowing through the pack of girls like a hot knife through butter on my way to a World Bombshell Championship match, and whether it’s against Melody “why is nobody paying attention to me†Grace, Crystal “I’m bipolar†Millar or the rest of the marginal talent in the division, history will be made when I walk out of Summer XXXtreme World Bombshell Champion and a NINE-TIME champion in SCW.
While the tournament field isn’t as daunting as years past, everyone has their favorite team that will likely win it all. I know a lot of people don’t think I’ll make it to the finish line. There’s serious doubt that I’ll even make it past Trish Newborn and get to the quarterfinals. I want the critics, doubters and naysayers to keep thinking that. Nothing drives and motivates me more than proving people wrong. What if I lose? What if it’s another first-round exit like what happened in my tournament debut or even last year? There are a lot of you out there who loves play devil’s advocate with the Mean Girls. What happens if I lose? The short answer is nothing. Nothing will happen, but you can bet people will be talking about it. Sure, I might get upset, frustrated, angry with myself, but it’s not the end of the world. I pick myself up, dust myself off and move on. Name one person who hasn’t failed to say they were going to do? Failure is a part of life and some would say it’s fatal.
But then so am I.
And that’s a lesson both Trish and James are going to learn first hand at Climax Control when Max Burke and yours truly end their run before it really began. And that goes for every team in this tournament.
The Blast From the Past Tournament is a lot like March Madness and for everyone here, I’ve got news for you: Max Burke and I are your bracket busters. We won’t need glass slippers or a pumpkin carriage though because we aren’t your Cinderella darlings. We aren’t even the favorites in this thing. We not Evie Baang and Lord Rabb, Misty and Brother Grimm, Jessie Salco and Nicholas Blair or Ben Jordan and Samantha Marlowe.
No, this team has the only third-generation superstar who was born to wrestle, bred to win and that makes him pro wrestling’s pedigree and an international superstar and the most decorated wrestler in SCW history. And together, we’re not going to surprise, we’re a dual threat. Synchronize your watches because It’s about to strike midnight for each and every one of you.
So you might as well put us in the championship round at Into the Void and as a matter of fact the next tournament winners, because ready or not we’re coming for the World Heavyweight and Bombshells Championships.
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#April Fools
31 de marzo de 2017 ♦ C H I C A G O, I L L I N O I S
[REC•]
[Scene opens on a call center. The camera focuses on one of the workers, a smiling twentysomething sitting down working on a computer and wearing a headset, seemingly in the middle of conversation. We’re not entirely sure what the gist of the conversation is, but we can tell by the call center woman myriad of expressions – concern to uncertainty to mild apathy – that she’s trying her best to remedy the situation.]
Call Center Woman: I understand, sir. The Mean Girls have been treated horribly by SCW management….I hope that changes too. I’m sorry you feel that way. You have a message? OK, whenever you’re ready…
[The woman grabs a notepad nearby and a pen – both items = the Mean Girls logos – and begins her role as scribe. We can see her quickly writing and nodding before she sets both pen and paper down.]
Call Center Woman: The Best of Three Series doesn’t do it for a lot of people, but it was over Sunday at the supercard. Okay. You have a good day, sir. Bye-bye.
[The woman doesn’t even get a moment to herself before her next caller falls through.]
Call Center Woman: Welcome to the Mean Girls hotline. How much are you willing to pledge today?
[The scene opens and we focus on a telethon. Mercedes and Veronica walk into the shot, both wearing smiles. The pair are wearing green variation of their Mean Girls merchandise Mercedes is wearing black-rimmed glasses and eating a bag of Skittles while looking down at a clipboard in her hands, shaking her head at the names that were on it. Some were no longer with the company, others have faded into obscurity, but they all shared their place in her personal Hall of Shame known as her checklist. ]
Mercedes: Hola y bienviendo a la hora para leventar la conciencia para Mean Girls in SCW.
[Veronica turns to Mercedes, confused.]
Veronica: Um, HELLO? I can’t understand what you’re saying because I don’t speak el Spaniard?
Mercedes: It’s español. And yeah you do. Or was that story about your father being born in Cuba something you made up at the top of your head?
[Mercedes shrugs innocently, though you had to give it to her. She did remember Veronica speaking Spanish on twitter on occasion. In any case, the members of the Mean Girls turn back to the camera.]
Veronica: We’ve been up for SIX STRAIGHT HOURS! UGH!
[Casting a glance at Veronica, who feigns a headache and touches her temple, Mercedes shakes her head then turns back to the camera.]
Mercedes: We got to keep the phones ringing, people. Let’s go to the tote board.
[Behind them, an electronic toteboard fashioned in hot pink and the Mean Girls logo shows the amount of money shown at the moment. Mercedes and Veronica turn their attention to the board then turn back at the camera. Veronica seems ready to explode any minute.]
Veronica: Like, really? 250 million is the best we can do? That’s barely enough to buy out SCW! Keep giving!
Mercedes: A quarter of a million dollars is a start, but you can do so much better. Let’s keep those phones ringing. Ladies and gentlemen, you’ll hear a lot of mean, nasty and downright despicable things said about the Mean Girls, sometimes in not so subtle terms. Veronica Taylor, for instance, a lot of people say she doesn’t deserve a title match because she didn’t make her request in time or that she can’t hold a title to save her life.
Veronica: St. Patrick’s Day may have come and gone but we sure have a lot of Jealous Janis green with envy. Some people need to get over themselves until they can hold a title for more than two months.
Mercedes: So, Christian Underwood rewards you with a match with Amy-Jayne because according to him you’ve been on your best behavior? What does he thinks this is, the Westminster Dog Show?
[Veronica scoffs and rolls her eyes, clearly irritated almost to the point of amusement.]
Veronica: Opening the show against Amy-Jayne sounds like a really mean April Fool’s joke. I don’t do charity cases.
Mercedes: An April Fool’s joke. That's a nice way of putting it. Christian, is this a joke to you? Actually, let me be a bit more specific. Is Veronica a joke to you? Do you find her amusing? Does she make you laugh? Because putting her in a rematch against Amy-Jayne, who as far as I’m concerned got lucky in that first match, is not funny. At all. For five years, Veronica has been a part of this company and has busted her ass and wrestled week in and week out. Climax Control after Climax Control, supercard after supercard. And it didn’t matter where she was placed on the card, she was there. She didn’t go off into short retirements or month-long vacations and then return to limp fanfare like The Fallen, Odette, Vixen or Misty.
Two wrongs don’t make a right. It’s been more than two months – TWO MONTHS! – since Veronica was supposed to get her promised rematch for the Bombshell Roulette Title. And then you want to ban the Bad Boys from Dax’s tournament match too? And on top of that, nobody said anything when Mikah and Evie cheated to win their titles at Blaze of Glory, but it’s clear now that your petty bullshit is on full display. Bad enough you’ve set a double standard when it comes to the Mean Girls, but now you’re playing favorites too? We know you’re smitten with Mikah and all, but this is downright deplorable.
Veronica: Downright deplorable!
[Veronica says both words with emphasis, the last two words coming out as quite the outburst.]
Mercedes: As far as my match this weekend, I’ll be the first to admit that of all the Superstars I’d be paired with, Max Burke was the last person on that list. I would have preferred teaming up with Dax Beckett, but I guess this is the next best thing. It’s been a while since Max and I last shared the same ring. Too long, in fact. Kain and I may have lost to him and Necra Octavian Kane, but that match practically stole the show. Why else was it the main event? So my third match in SCW didn’t go the way I wanted to, but at least I wasn’t pinned. More than three years later, we’re going to steal the show again in our first round match.
So, aside from my tag partner for this tournament, another certain someone is making their return back to Sin City Wrestling…Trish Newborn. Now, SCW usually goes out of their way to hype these shows the best they can. This match? It will be our first time facing each other in Sin City Wrestling…but not in our careers. What SCW doesn’t know is that Trish and I go way back.
It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. Well, if four years is awhile, but yeah. I’ve heard what you’ve been doing since our last match. A championship or two here, a tournament win there. You’re married now too, even found religion. Well, good for you. I’m glad you’ve found purpose in your life. A lot has changed since you last roamed these parts. It’s ironic that your step-sister also will be in competition this weekend as well.
«Her mouth widens, the corners lifting heavenward. The idea did sound pretty tempting though.»
Mercedes: Climax Control 175 is around the corner and while you probably won’t admit it, you know you’re facing a lot of pressure, Trish. It’s another milestone episode. Your debut in the Blast From the Past Tournament. You can’t tell me you’re not a little bit nervous. I’ll be the first to admit that I didn’t expect either of us to face each other this early in the tournament, but I guess I got the short end of the straw, hmm? To hear Amy tell it, whoever faces you in the tournament won’t be having fun. She couldn’t be more wrong, Trish. I’m going to have loads of fun beating you and proving once again that I’ve come a long way from being the person you used to know. And don’t think I haven’t forgotten about the last time you and I were in a ring. I was well on my way to walking out a double champion in the last promotion we both competed in and the only reason why you won is not because you were better than me but out of desperation. You ended my ten-month world title reign. I got a little revenge in mind and I’m planning to get my revenge by pinning you or at the very least making your first match in SCW your last.
They say that the only reason why people turn to God is when everybody hates you and Trish, boy, oh boy, did everyone hate you. You were, without a doubt, hated in practically every promotion you ever set foot in. I thought you had retired by now. Apparently, you’re still going strong. Still, I kinda feel bad for you because you’re stuck with James Tuscini as your partner. The fact he’s two-faced is even worse. You know, the kind of people who says one thing and then says something else? I’m sure the Good Book teaches something about that subject, no?
«Mercedes shrugs innocently.»
Mercedes: I mean, James means well. On Twitter the other day, he was very humble saying that win or lose, doing your best is all that matters even though he previously said he hoped he didn’t get a weak tag partner and they had better pull their weight or he would have no problem leaving them to the wolves. Well, Trish, you were chosen as his partner. Maybe he’s changed his tune or he still believes what he then said deep down. Would you stand for that, Trish? If I was his partner, I sure as hell wouldn’t. It doesn’t help that he thinks he’s God’s gift to women. Honestly, I think he should do himself a favor and save the chauvinistic bullshit for his lady fantasy. I mean, he’s not exactly eye candy going in and he’s about exciting as watching his greasy hair drying out.
«She reaches for her glasses and slowly pulls them off, folding them in her hands and placing them hanging on her shirt.»
Mercedes: Speaking of fantasy…I saw your little video there. It was pretty funny, I won’t lie. I guess what they say is true about imitation being the sincerest form of flattery. But honestly, I wasn’t very flattered, just amused. If you want to make this amateur hour, by all means don’t stop on account of me, James. Go right ahead! Have fun! Knock yourself out! Sunday, there won’t be anything amateur about the asskicking you’re going to be in for. While you think you and Trish are the team to keep eyes on in the tournament, Max and I will be the team that are going to open eyes, drop jaws and turns heads because you’re not facing just any other team, we’re a dual threat and this weekend you’re going to find out why.
«Mercedes pauses as a smirk crosses her face.»
Mercedes: I think it’s going to make a pretty good weekend. Dax Beckett will carry Amy Marshall like the luggage she is during the tournament, the Bombshells will have one less stable to worry about when the Metal and Punk Connection implode, and Max and I will be sending you and James home early so he can go back to the tag division and you can catch some gnarly waves in San Diego.
[Mercedes does one of her normal small smirks, but isn’t quite able to hold it, and it turns into an almost full mocking grin as she flashes the shaka hand gesture.]
Mercedes: Surf’s up.
***Fade****
