Blog: Almighty Fire
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Mercedes Vargas: Bombshell Roulette Championship number one contender. You know, it does has a nice ring to it. I mean, I don't want to toot my own horn or anything...OK, yes I do. Toot, toot I beat Little Miss Tattooed Biker Chick and Little Miss Throwback to become next in line for Samantha Marlowe, which can only mean I'm going to beat her too. It's meant to be and it will be.
Did I mention the history I made at London Brawling II? I didn't? Well it bears repeating: I...made...history. Winningest female wrestler on pay-per-view, longest pay-per-view streak of all time, among other things. I was so excited about my win at London Brawling II, you know what did the the entire werk? I sat my derriere in my cherriere, ate some cavier and then set up my DVR and I watched how I setup D-V-R over my shoulders and dropped her on her head with the Black Rose Overdrive.
I wonder if Amanda is having second thoughts about coming back to SCW full time? Or if Daniela is still capable of grasping the English language. Maybe she's looking for an apology. She's not going to find one because I'm not the least bit sorry.
When you're at the top everyone is after you. I'm not looking back at people like Trinity, she's not competition. I know I'm better than her and that's why while she's dreaming about winning titles, I'm achieving winning titles. People like Daniela says that the reason I've been successful is because of hype as an insult that, quite frankly, doesn't even make sense. It's a fact, it's true. Mercedes Vargas is successful in Sin City Wrestling and any promotion I step into because I'm all hype. Because I back up what I say, not all the time but most of the time. Because talent like me don't get put in matches with Twisted Sister. Because I don't ask to be put in matches with this person or that person, they demand that they face me. Because I believe in myself and put in the work necessary that other people won't. I achieve things that they can't ever hope to match or surpass. So, yes, hype is the reason why I've been successful. So, no, I'm not.
Ella Singleton says that I'm one of the luckiest people on the roster. I mean, that has to be better than being the daughter of a hall of fame wrestler by her admission, right? My family tree wasn't so lucky. The genes, the pedigree, the priceless mentoring from a veteran who has excelled in the business...I didn't get any of that. I had no help, little money, and just a dream. A dream deeply rooted in the American dream. If anything people who have a wrestling lineage are practically raised in the business so they already have a foot in the door; I had the door slammed in my face.
When a second or third generation wrestler quickly ascends to the higher echelons of this sport, I had to work twice as hard. Hard work beats talent when talent doesn't work hard.
It’s always tough to live up to a wrestling lineage. The credibility with the fans who expect you to be a champion and a main eventer soon after your debut. Lucky for me I don't have that problem.
Successful people are not lucky, they don't believe their own hype; they just work harder than the average person.
When a basketball player heads down the court and sets up for the winning shot on the final play of the game and the ball goes in, does it get listed in the luck stats? Of course not. The player gets the scoring stat and the basketball team wins the game. Why? Because it is not luck when you perform what is required. They did their job.
On Sunday, it's about time I do mine.
How appropriate that the next Climax Control is in Vegas? If I was a betting person, chances are Trinity will be back to blaming someone other than herself why she failed to take the Bombshell Roulette Championship off of Sam Marlowe.
Ahead of Blaze of Glory, it was because Sam had been ducking her and after the outcome it was because Sam won by luck to beat her and that anybody could be beat in a backstage brawl. The funny thing about that is no one interfered so luck has nothing to do with it. Then at London Brawling II,
what happened? Trinity ended up on her back again, in a no disqualification match. Was that due to luck? Was Sierra just lucky to beat you? I don't think so. What you don't realize is luck, just like fear, isn't real. It's a figment of your imagination.
I didn't come to SCW to make friends, I came here to win titles and make history. It's not my job to hold anyone's hand and I refuse to think anything less of myself. Even past my prime I'm capable of beating any girl on any show in any match at any given time. I'm doing more, saying less. Working hard, playing less. I set the bar that few will ever reach, if they even get that far.
Face it, Trinity. You want a win over me because you need it, and in the worse way. You burned bright to start out the year but now you're fading down the stretch and another loss just might break you. I don’t need to beat you to prove I’m better than you. Go ahead with your idle threats though because your words are as empty as your threats.
And your excuses aren't much better.
Two days, forty-eight hours. That's all there is until you step in the ring with me at Climax Control, little girl. I don't know what I did to deserve this. Then again, maybe this is a blessing in disguise. If being humiliated by Sam Marlowe was the nail in the coffin that is your career, then I'm going to be the hammer to drive it home.
So do your worst and bring your best. Come Sunday, don’t come looking for me, I’ll be waiting for you.
Hope for the best, prepare for the worse. And may the odds be ever in your favor.
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Present Day •
Micheltorena Stairs
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 Vargas looks up from her folded hands to the camera. The camera peels back just a bit to show us that the SCW Hall of Famer is sat on a flight of stairs that made up the Micheltorena Stairs. The iconic landmark made famous by its bold red hearts and colorful steps, all 177 of them, in fact.
"So, I'm finally back in the U.S. of A. and not a moment too soon. It's been two weeks since the Ireland and UK Tour ended and while I'm thankful for a little R&R, I'm sure most of us who was featured on the tour are still trying to get back to normal. The jetlag is real.
"I got to visit many different places and even revisit old ones. Not a bad way to spend seven weeks. I was always told it’s a bad idea to mix business with pleasure. At London Brawling, I did both, taking care of business and adding Amanda Cortez and Daniela V Rodgers to my checklist."
As she said this, Mercedes takes out her cellphone and brings up a still image of her in the ring. She's bent over at the point of collapsing, drenched in sweat and at the point of exhaustion. Hey, they can't always be award-winning moments.
"If pictures are worth a thousand words, I don't need that many. I don't need 140 characters. I only need four."
Mercedes now holds up four fingers.
"I told you so."
Yes, if her flashiness didn't clue you in on her remarkable victory at the supercard, then her arrogance will. After her victory in London, she wasn't surprised every one on the roster wants a piece of her.
"If I've learned one important lesson from multi-person matches, it's to always expect the unexpected. And even when you expect it, you still didn't expect it! Sunday at London Brawling was an exception because yours truly proved that I AM the triple threat.
"But enough about that. Let's get this back to where it needs to be, and that's what's next for yours truly. Well, come this Sunday at Climax Control 236, the fallout show from the supercard, you are going to see live the #ChampionofChampions against someone you know very well, someone I know very well. I'm talking about "The Dragon" Trinity Jones."
Mercedes can't help to bring her hand to her face, a classic facepalm. This lasts a moment before she looks up at the camera.
"I hate to rain on your parade Trinity, but as far as our match Sunday I just have one question: You ever had one of those days when you just don't feel to come to work? Forgive me if I'm not doing such a good job of keeping a straight face, but this isn't a matchup. It's a mismatch. You call yourself "The Dragon", but you don't scare anybody. I have solidified myself as the greatest SCW wrestler this company has ever seen without question. I am a legend, an icon and a hall of famer. I’ve reached milestones, shattered records, and dominated opponents since I joined the roster. Who did you ever beat this year? Oh, right, Mercedes Lewis, Pandora Barrett and Iron Maiden. I guess it helps to know that Mercedes and Pandora didn't even last three months before they left the company and Iron Maiden is nothing more but target practice for even the someone who came fresh out of wrestling school. Not in your case, but in general, but who am I?"
Mercedes holds up her hands in reservation.
“It's not that you’re any good, it's not that I'm not looking past you. Even if I gave you the benefit of the doubt, more than likely all you'll do is prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was right. I like to think I always am."
Mercedes felt that she would be the one that kept Trinity's ego in check. In fact, she felt it was her civic duty. Sunday would be another needed reminder of why there was no comparison.
"At London Brawling, I risked it all to win it all and I'm not heading to Vegas just to lose, Trinity. You've had your chances at winning your first championship, had your chances to finally prove Sam Marlowe wrong, and you've ran out of coins. It's the back of the line for you, and I'll be more than happy to send you there because if there is anything I hate most it's people taking advantage of the hard work of others."
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.
"Two years ago when we wrestled for the very first time, I beat you. I put you down for the 1-2-3. Two years ago is a very long time. The only thing that stands between you and failure this time is reality. Like I said on Twitter, if you seriously think you're beating me this weekend and suddenly get put in the title match I earned you got another thing coming. If you think I’m going to slip up just mere weeks after I sign the last rites to Sam Marlowe's title reign, you’re dead wrong. I’m doing this company a favor and I intend to carry it through by being not what this company wants as a champion, but what it needs."
Mercedes pauses as she sweeps back her hair from her face.
"Into the Void is in forty-three days. I'm sure Christian will find something for you to do, even if it's serving those hungry fans at catering. It worked for Sam, maybe it'll work for you too."
Mercedes shakes her head out of pity, then raises her index finger.
"Trinity, I'll see you at Climax Control and as for knocking my head off, sweetheart, I'd like to see you try.
If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried..."
***Fade***
