Blog: Almighty Fire
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Enter. Make history. Leave.
Seems to happen every time I set foot inside an SCW ring. And at Climax Control 241, yours truly did it again. Not for nothing, beating Jessie Salco wasn't easy, and that's only because of the stipulation that was chosen by that roulette wheel. Once again, I walked out of another Roulette Rules match with my championship and left Salco in the cold, handing her another L to her record in a night where she competed in her 100th Climax Control match just two week after she lost her 100th career match.
Jessie's win-loss record this year is god-awful but to still have one win to her name and still manage to run her mouth is amusing to me. She must really love her job. Or hates it. Honestly, it's kind of hard to tell but at least it seems she's having a good time finding new ways to lose. And by beating her, she woke up probably in a bad mood on the day of her seven-year anniversary since her first SCW match.
Like I told Jessie, this match was the end of everything. She's finally out of my hair forever and her dreams of being seen anything other than a doormat in the division continues. She's no longer Little Miss 100 Losses. She's now Little Miss 100 Losses and one one, a footnote in my title reign and now someone who I'll cross off my checklist again.
And now we move on to someone who earned her way to a title match with me even though, in my opinion, she didn't really need to, and who I'm going to see again in a few weeks at Summer XXXtreme. If Samantha Marlowe and I are supposed to be 2018's version of the Mikah/Crystal rivalry last summer, I'd say you have me convinced because it seems she and I are destined to fight forever. Last show, Sammi went out there and through grit and determination, she did what she had to do against a plus-size opponent that very well could have ended her career if she wanted to. Bobbie Dahl is no joke and she's had quite the run the last few weeks before Sammi put an end to her undefeated streak last week. It's why this matchup this weekend will be interesting with Bobbie in my corner and Kate Steele in Sam's corner.
Speaking of Kateykins, how much would you wager that she's probably throwing a massive temper tantrum that she's not getting a one-on-one match for the title? Probably the same idea her idiot husband had in his head before Mark Ward dropped his bombshell announcement that the Roulette titles will be defended in Ultimate X. Not that I necessarily have a problem with that, it's a time-honored Summer XXXtreme tradition after all. It just gives me even more motivation to keep my title past this weekend and after the pay-per-view.
And that's exactly what I plan to do, Samantha. You've had your time, you've had your fun. For seven months you defeated everyone put in front of you, but even you know nothing last forever. When that contender's match happened at London Brawling II and I became next in line to face you, I'm willing to bet you had an extra grip on that title that night in London, and that's even before you watched Rocky spin the roulette wheel.
You can sit there and call me entitled all you like, you can break and rewrite every record there is in Sin City Wrestling and you'll still never erase my legacy.
I'm living the career and the dream you only WISHED you had.
You want to know why Evie Jordan is the only female Blast From the Past winner to date? You're responsible for that.
You want to know why Brittany Williams and "youngest champion ever" is in the same sentence? You're responsible for that.
You want to know why I am Little Miss Record Holder? I think you kind of get this by now, Sammi.
You failed at Into the Void, I succeeded.
History has recorded it.
And now your name is again crossed off my checklist.
I said that there's nothing more dangerous than a woman with nothing to lose, but has everything to gain. Now the situation is reversed because I'm the champion and I've got three women who want what I have.
Regardless of what happens Sunday, the question you should be asking isn't what happens if I don't win.
It's what happens if I do.
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Present Day • L O S A N G E L E S, C AL 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 eases the Bombshell Roulette Championship on her shoulder and approaches the camera. Things had been looking up for the SCW Hall of Famer this year and her upbeat expression shows.
"It's August and you know what that means. That's right, it's time again for Summer XXXtreme. The hottest event of the summer. And in a few weeks, I'll be hitting the high seas and quite possibly defending the Bombshell Roulette Championship for the first time ever."
Mercedes pauses, amending her last statement.
"That is if I can get past Samantha Marlowe first this weekend at Climax Control. Samantha Marlowe. SCW's sweetheart and everyone's favorite talent on the roster. The happy-go-lucky girl that can do no wrong and has a smile that can melt the heart of anyone who meets her. Great with children, a hit with parents and surefire mover of merch. Love her or hate her, we honestly don't deserve her."
Mercedes shakes her head in a genuine show of appreciation of the Houston native.
"Samantha Marlowe is good and fair and I swear she's lives up to being made of sugar and spice and everything nice because gosh darn it somebody has to take up the mantle since we rarely see Roxi Johnson or even Despayre these days."
Mercedes walks up to a school girl running a lemonade stand. It's a little overwhelming and the unusually hot weather wasn't helping matters, but the full-glass pitcher of lemonade was a welcome oasis after a long day. Mercedes glances at the chalkboard sign then returns the smile from the school girl just as she adds a few more ice cubes to a second pitcher of lemonade.
"Would you like to buy some lemonade?"
"Sure. Selling lemonade, huh? Well, good for you. I bet business in booming. How much?"
"That will be $1.25."
Mercedes turns to the camera.
"Anyone with a cute face and a bag of lemons can open a lemonade stand. Samantha Marlowe is a lot like this little girl. SCW is her lemonade stand and Sammi had worked hard over the years to earn the reputation she has. Just so happens this past Friday was her four-year anniversary since her first SCW match. And when life gave her lemons, she certainly made the best lemonade. Somehow she turned that lemonade stand into a lemonade empire, with her fans as CEO."
Mercedes dishes in her purse, has the money ready. The school girl carefully pours a cup and hands it to Mercedes with a napkin. Once Mercedes had the lemonade in her hand, the girl takes the money and place it in a shoe box. Mercedes takes a sample drink from her cup and reacts at the terrible taste.
"Oh. Wow! Are you kidding me? Ugh, this is awful. I'm not even joking."
Mercedes puts the disposable cup down, now visibly upset.
"Did you make this? I like to get my money back to get this taste out of my mouth."
Just as the girl begins to protest, Mercedes stops her with a raise of her hand.
"You know what? Just keep the money. I'm out of here."
Mercedes storms off while addressing the camera.
"Can you believe that? I guess the saying all that glitters isn't gold holds true. Well, I thought I was getting a ice-cold glass of lemonade, but all I got was ripped off. Samantha Marlowe can bring the fans, but these last few weeks I've seen a different side of her. The sweet, lovable Samantha Marlowe we all know and love wasn't so sweet and lovable last Climax Control.
"And that's fine, Sam. I heard every word directed at me after your victory last show. You won, but barely. And yeah, you may have gotten yourself a title shot out of it, but this weekend will end up the same way it did at Into the Void and at Summer XXXtreme in three weeks, and that's you leaving empty-handed."
Mercedes smiles, running her fingers through her hair.
"Admit it, Sam. I pretty much proved that I could keep up with you at Into the Void, didn’t I? I proved once again what you and every girl on that roster ready knows and while you're good, even at your best, your best just wasn't good enough."
The smile she once had is gone, now replaced with a serious expression.
"Back in Fort Defiance, Arizona, the last show before Into the Void, you came out into the ring and said your piece. But the most I got out of it was when you basically said that if I wanted the Bombshell Roulette Championship I'd have to kill you for it. You know, it's funny you said that Samantha because you almost had to kill yourself to keep it. I mean, jumping off a thirty-foot ladder on to some thumbtacks is pretty reckless. You could have finished me off at Into the Void but because you wanted to add some style points, that ended up being your undoing. You were being cocky and like you said back at CC 240, we all know what happens when Sam Marlowe gets cocky. It's why Cat Riley ended your unbeaten streak, it's how Brittany Williams beat you last year to win her only championship to date. It's why I have four wins to your one in one-on-one matches."
She raises her index finger as if to make a point, but settles for an admonishing wag of her finger at the camera.
"You adopted a motto: "Underestimate me. That will be fun." Well, that makes one of us because it won't be Sunday Funday in Pico Rivera, California. I’m not just coming to retain my title, Samantha."
She visibly shakes her head side-to-side in a disapproving gesture.
"I'm coming to send a clear message and finally put to bed and put to rest any doubt you, Bobbie and Kate may have that Mercedes Vargas not only is on top of the Roulette Division, I AM the Roulette Division. And I'm not just talking about the ladies.
"You want to tie my record, Samantha, you get one shot. Better make it count.
See you on Sunday."
We fade out on the sight as Mercedes lifts a hand in a sort of finger-wiggling wave.
***Fade***
