[Mercedes Vargas]

Blog: Almighty Fire
semana del 12 al octobre 2020

So guess who walked out of Violent Conduct with their hand raised again?

That's right, me. Not to say that Pandora didn't bring me her best, but we found out that even at her best, it just wasn't good enough to beat yours truly. But hey, Pandora shouldn't feel too ashamed that she lost to arguably the most accomplished female wrestler on the roster. That's to be expected. That she lost to Violet Amelia Holt last week?

Now THAT'S surprising.

Maybe I expected a little bit more competition than what I got last show and, yeah, Pandy just didn't do it for me. I offered her the benefit of the doubt, and she gave me the benefit of the doubt that she could really impress me.

I expected Pandora to be better than that, especially after her match last week. So was all that bluster about taking out everybody on the roster just talk, because last week was bad, and she should feel bad. They say you're always better than your last match. Well after what happened last Sunday, I can't really agree to that. Let's hope this weekend turns out a better for our English Rose against Courtney Pierce.

She can't be opening shows forever, right? Right.

As for me, seems like I find myself facing a familiar face this weekend, maybe once too many. A name that I'm just plain sick and tired of seeing across from mine. A certain someone that I had more than my share of encounters with this year alone, and not all for the better.

There is a thing about having too much of a good thing but this is getting a little ridiculous. Now I know how Amy and Samantha felt when they had to face me all the time.

I mean, I get it. This "Sin" person is terrorizing the Bombshells Division, causing every woman on the roster to keep one eye open when they're walking the halls before during and after shows.

Once upon a time, we only had to worry about Twisted Sister coming at you wielding any non-electrical device. It's 2020 now, so this year anything goes.

UFOs, murder hornets, Planters announing that Mr. Peanut died, mercury retrograde, and Sarah Palin appearing on The Masked Singer and singing "Baby Got Back" nonewithstanding.

What did I do to deserve facing Keira for the one millionth time this year? I don't know, I'm not sure. But if Keira is to blame for "Sin" showing up in Sin City Wrestling, then she's going to have a hard time finding friends on this roster.

2020 hasn't been a great year for either of us, more so for me. Because of that, I've been written off as a joke in the lines of Jessie Salco, and that's about the lowest point any Bombshell can get in this company.

It’s been a year of ups and downs, I've been part of angles big and small, memorable and... not so memorable, but the one thing I've failed to do is to win any of SCW's women’s championships.

My resume, impressive as it is, reduced to milestones, is simple— zero championships.

No Bombshell Championship.

No Bombshell Roulette Championship.

No Bombshell Internet Championship.

Not even another run with the Mixed Tag Team Championship.

It's been surreal and I want off this ride, but some how, I got to see where it ends. There's less than two months left before the end of the year and history says that I usually end the year with a bang, and this year will be no different.

Violent Conduct VI was just the start.

And I get it, sure, it's easy to forget what I've done in this company, but trust me when I say I don't suddenly stop being the most accomplished wrestler here just because I've had an off year. Whether I hold a championship or not, whether I'm in the main event or opening the show on the card doesn't take away from the fact that I am unquestionably the most decorated wrestler to have ever stepped foot inside of a Sin City Wrestling ring.

Keira may have had my number the last few matches, but all good things come to an end so she might as well enjoy it while she still can because this Sunday at Climax Control, Mercedes Vargas is done playing games.

People say that I can't back up my words or whatever. I think it's time to remind everyone why nobody does it better.

Para Keira, el domingo no será una audición. Será un recordatorio.

Mucho antes de que ella supiera y mucho después de que lo recuerde.

For Keira, Sunday won't be an audition, it will be a reminder.

Long before she knew and long after she'll remember.[/color]

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FLASHBACK

15 APR 2018
SAM’S TOWN GAMBLING HALL AND CASINO, LAS VEGAS, NEVADA

Another weekend, another tournament, another loss on Climax Control.

And another defeat to in the Blast From the Past Tournament.

Go figure.

As our scene opens, we find Mercedes Vargas backstage. Even though her match was on the early part of the show, she stayed until the main event ended and the wrestlers left the arena. She saddles her overnight bag over her shoulders and pulls her rolling tote bag behind her with her free hand.

If there was any doubt about that had the worst kind of luck  in the Blast From the Past Tournament after my partner Kain took the fall, tonight certainly proved it. Then again, that seems to be the case with, well, everybody. At least things couldn't possibly get any worse.

Mercedes exits the lockerroom, walks down the orphaned hallways, and steps through the double doors of the arena and into the cool night air. She fishes through her purse and comes up with the car keys. As she is walking, she aims her car remote as two brief flashes from the headlights comes from her car.[/i

Sometimes fate can take an unexpected turn.

Voice: Hey, Vargas!

OK, even I have to admit I set myself up for that one. Don't let this happen to you. Remember, kids, never, ever, tempt fate.

Mercedes turns to see Jimmy Turner standing there smiling at her at the foot of the venue's steps. The sanitation specialist had just finished dumping the last of what remained of the leftovers from catering. Mercedes responds with a wave and a fake smile.

Mercedes: Oh, hey, Jimmy.

Jimmy: You want to see something cool?

You mean even cooler than that time you put Gatorade in a Windex bottle and drank it in public?

Mercedes: My mother told me not to talk to people like you.

She walks off hoping to get away, but Jimmy doesn't give up though.

Jimmy: I found a harmonica in the trash.

Mercedes: You don't say.

Jimmy: Works just like new. I can't understand why someone would throw this away.

Mercedes: I've heard of one person's trash being another's treasure, but there's a fine line when it comes to sanitation.

Jimmy: Wanna hear me play?

Mercedes: I'd love to, but it's getting late and I have things to do this week.

Jimmy: Suit yourself.

By the time Mercedes reaches her car, the could already hear him playing away as the shrill sound fill the air. Jimmy couldn't play a tune, but he was trying. She opens the door, climbs in and starts the engine. Adjusting her rear view mirror, she backs out of the parking space and drives off.

Mercedes doesn't even bother driving back to the airport, instead driving the 200 miles or so to the next city. Reaching for the radio to drown out the silence, the dial glows with an eerily orange light. Rap. Classical. Rock. Her hand draws back as she settles on the tail end of a Gloria Estefan number, before the next song starts up. Nancy Sinatra. Perfect.

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L O S A N G E L E S • C A L I F O R N I A

It's Not Whether You Win or Lose: Gatekeeper the Twentieth: Mentiras, Malditas Mentiras (Lies, Damned Lies..., Part V)

[REC•]

The camera warms up on Mercedes sitting cross-legged on a beanbag chair, slightly pensive to the events of the past few weeks, and for the weeks to come.

"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."

For the first time in a long time, Mercedes is in the greatest of moods. After going all year without a PPV win can do that to people but the first one is always special.

She looks at the camera, newfound confidence in her eyes, before she begins to express her thoughts.

"I guess it's that time of year again. The year where SCW awards the best of the best at the Year-end awards but that's not until next month at High Stakes.

Apparently, my award is facing someone I have no business getting in the ring with, someone who seems to pile it on after each win over me despite the fact that there's this one fatal flaw over head. I'm sure she's heard it all before, from fans to critics, and possibly most of the Bombshells locker room. The fact that Keira Fisher-Johnson is an underachiever. That, and she will never amount to anything her wife has or will accomplish. That's not just fiction, it's not something I came up with from thin air. It's the truth, and some people just can't handle the truth."

Mercedes swipes a hand over her face. The once proud smile she had has transformed into a serious expression. It was time to address the matter of the opponents that stood across her from her in a serious light..

"Don't think I haven't read the details for this match, it's all there. And what’s funny about that is, Keira, no matter how many times you tell the world that you're going to make it after all, you seemingly fail again and again like the underachiever you are. Matter of fact, you haven’t won a match since July. Does that make you feel good? You came oh so close to winning that World Bombshell Championship number one contender's match, but I guess it’s always easier to blame circumstances that are out of your control, isn’t it? I already know what I’m in for. It doesn't take much for people to look up at you and see someone who will be another Jessie Salco, just another Bombshell to have never won the world title. You've here five-pkus years, give or take, you should have won it by now. 

This five foot seven Latina from Buenos Aires, Argentina won't be winning any championships this year and maybe my name doesn't strike fear in the hearts of opponents, that much is certain. But at least my name is in the record books as a two-time world champion, among the many championships I've held in my career.

"So, as far as Sunday goes, this is your match to lose, apparently. I'm glad you still think so because that's the reality you're going to be facing this Sunday when you lose to me. I think I've just had about enough of you hanging those wins over my head so I'm going to do my due diligence and hand you this loss like you have been since July. Know what that's call sweetheart, a slump. Something I was recently on for damn near eight months. Wasn't fun, left a bad taste in my mouth. Still does. Because I'm better than this, better than my win-loss record.

I've had a brutal 2020, but it's I'm not letting this year define me I'm looking to add my another name to my checklist, and I think you're going to be the next entry.

The pause, then small smile on her face was a telltale sign to the viewer that Mercedes was about to once again defy all kinds of logic by not talking about herself.

"You're just rearing to go, aren't you, Cujo? Tell you what, if you want to fight, hey, I have no problem throwing down and I'll be more then happy to show you why underestimating me will be your biggest mistake. You already made it clear how you feel about me and that's perfectly fine because I think I'm at the stage of my career where I couldn't care less what you or anyone thinks about me.

"It was never just between me and them anyway."
 
Mercedes offers an nonchalant shrug while mouthing the word "sorry" before continuing. The offer was non-negotiable.

"So when SCW ponders whether my match against yiu is because you're responsible for the "Sin" situation or because they thought "Keira needs to fight Sunday", either way I won't be getting ready for you, I stay ready. Like I said, I know I'm a nightmare for anyone who stands across from me in that ring and I've proven that time again. Underestimate me at your peril and see where that gets you."

Mercedes pauses, smirks a while. She knows where she was going with this.

"There's a reason why you will never amount to what Roxi has accomplished in this company. And maybe for you trying to get out of her shadow is a good thing.

Mercedes pauses, then adds.

"You just didn't know she casts a long shadow of your career."

Mercedes swipes a hand over face. The once proud smile she had has transformed into a serious expression.

"Sunday, I'm walking in Climax Control the same way I'm walking out, a winner.

So the question isn't who's going to let me..."

For a moment the smile returns to her face while running her fingers through her hair.

"it's who's going to stop me?"

Mercedes stops to open her arms wide in challenge.

"Hope for the best, prepare for the worse and may the odds be ever in your favor."

***Fade***