[The crowd roars as Mercedes Vargas finishes her match. She wipes the sweat from her brow, breathing heavily but exhilarated. A talent scout approaches her. Neatly styled hair, exuding an air of authority softened by his warm smile. Dressed in a tailored blazer over a casual graphic tee, he embodies the perfect balance between business and creativity.]
TALENT SCOUT: You were incredible out there. How would you feel about auditioning for a new reality show about wrestlers?
[Mercedes looks both excited and apprehensive.]
MERCEDES (V.O.)
In that moment, my heart races. A reality show? It sounds like a dream, but what if I’m not good enough? What if they see through the persona I’ve built in the ring?
MERCEDES: I… I’d love to. But what exactly are you looking for?
[The talent scout smiles, sensing her hesitation.]
TALENT SCOUT: We want authenticity. We want to see the real you, not just the wrestler everyone knows. Think of it as a chance to share your story.
MERCEDES: Oh, you want authenticity? Sure, let me just drop the 'Argentine Assassin' act and show you my true self—sitting on the couch binge watching my favorite crime dramas, where the only thing I'm assassinating is my snack stash. But hey, even assassins need a break, right? All it takes is a Netflix subscription.
TALENT SCOUT: Think about it—this is your chance to show the world who you really are beyond the ring. Your story, your struggles, your victories—they're all part of what makes you relatable. The audience wants to connect with the real you, not just the fighter. This could redefine your journey and inspire so many others.
MERCEDES: Okay, but if I start crying over my ice cream choices on camera, can I blame you?
TALENT SCOUT: Only if you promise to make it a dramatic slow-motion scene. We need the ratings."
MERCEDES (V.O.): What does it mean to be on a reality show? Will they want me to be someone I’m not? The ring is my sanctuary, but this… this feels different.
[Mercedes nods slowly, accepting the offer while her mind spins with possibilities and fears. As she walks away from the ring, the cheers of the crowd fade into a distant hum. She glances back at the ring, where she feels most at home.]
EXT. BACKSTAGE AREA - NIGHT
[Mercedes steps into the backstage area, the sounds of the crowd still echoing faintly in her ears. The dim lighting casts long shadows across the concrete floor, and the smell of sweat and adrenaline lingers in the air. She takes a moment to collect herself, leaning against a cold metal support beam, her heart racing from both the match she just fought and the unexpected offer that now looms over her.
Suddenly, Ricardo approaches, breaking through the haze of uncertainty.]
RICARDO: Hey, what’s going on? You look like you just faced a bear in there.
[Mercedes forces a smile but can’t hide her apprehension.]
MERCEDES: A talent scout just offered me a shot at a reality show about wrestlers.
[Ricardo's eyes widen with excitement.]
RICARDO: That’s amazing! You should totally go for it.
[Mercedes shakes her head slightly, doubt creeping in.]
MERCEDES: But what if they want me to be someone I’m not? What if they don’t like the real me?
[Ricardo steps closer, placing a reassuring hand on Mercedes’ shoulder.]
RICARDO: Mercedes, you’re incredible just as you are. You’ve built this persona in the ring for a reason—because it’s part of who you are. Just let them see that.
[Mercedes looks into Ricardo's eyes, searching for reassurance.
The noise around her fades as she focuses on what lies ahead. Tonight might just be the beginning of something extraordinary—or it could be another step into vulnerability. Either way, she knows she must face it head-on.]
INT. MERCEDES’ APARTMENT - LATER
[The talent scout’s words echo in her mind as she heads home, each step heavy with anticipation and doubt. Mercedes sits on her bed, staring at herself in the mirror. The reflection staring back is both familiar and foreign—a fierce wrestler who commands respect in the ring but also a woman grappling with self-doubt. She takes a deep breath and speaks to her reflection.]
MERCEDES (V.O.)
I’ve built this persona—strong, confident, unbreakable. But what if they want me to be something else? What if they want me to play a role instead of being myself?
[She takes a deep breath and runs a hand through her hair, trying to calm the storm brewing inside her.]
MERCEDES (V.O.)
Maybe this is my chance to show everyone that I’m more than just a wrestler. Maybe I can inspire others by being authentic.
MERCEDES: What if they think I’m just another pretty face? What if they don’t see the fighter inside?
[Her reflection stares back silently, challenging her doubts. She leans closer to the mirror.]
MERCEDES (V.O.)
I’ve fought against opponents who wanted to break me. But this feels more personal. It’s about showing who I really am.
[She straightens up, determination flickering in her eyes.]
[As she contemplates her next steps, determination begins to replace doubt. She knows that embracing her true self might be the greatest challenge yet—but it’s also an opportunity for growth.]
INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY
[Mercedes sits at a small table in the corner of the bustling coffee shop, flanked by her brother and friends. Her laptop open in front of her but forgotten for the moment. She stirs her latte absentmindedly, watching the steam rise and swirl before dissipating into the air. The cozy atmosphere contrasts sharply with the whirlwind of thoughts racing through her mind. Her brother, Jorge, animatedly recounts a story from his day, his hands gesturing wide as he leans forward, drawing everyone into his narrative.]
JORGE: And then I told him, “You can’t just walk in there without a plan!”
[Laughter erupts around the table, and Mercedes can’t help but smile at the joy radiating from her friends. Yet, beneath the surface, a current of anxiety runs through her. Thomas nudges her playfully, breaking through her thoughts.]
TOMAS: You all right? You’ve been quiet since the match.
[Mercedes glances up, forcing a smile as she meets their curious gazes.]
MERCEDES: Just... trying to wrap my head around everything. I got approached by a talent scout. I might be auditioning for a reality show.
[Jorge raises an eyebrow, smirking.]
JORGE: Reality TV? Isn’t that where careers go to die?
[Irma rolls her eyes at Jorge's comment.]
IRMA: Come on, Jorge. This is a big opportunity for her.
[Mercedes looks down, feeling the weight of Jorge's words.]
IRMA: This is huge, Mercedes! You have to go for it.
RICARDO: Yeah, embrace it! Show them who you really are.
[But as they cheer her on, Mercedes can’t shake the feeling of vulnerability that tightens in her chest. She has always been a fighter, but this is a different kind of battle—one that requires exposing herself beyond the mat.]
MERCEDES (V.O.)
I’ve fought against opponents who wanted to break me, but this feels more personal. What if they don’t like the real me?
[As they continue to chat and share stories, Mercedes allows herself to relax slightly, letting their laughter wash over her. The café buzzes with life around them—baristas calling out orders and patrons chatting amiably—creating a sense of community that feels reassuring.]
INT. MERCEDES' APARTMENT - NIGHT
[The soft glow of the overhead lights casts a warm ambiance in Mercedes' apartment, where the walls are adorned with posters of her wrestling idols and framed photographs of her journey. In front of a large mirror, she stands with Ricardo, who is helping her prepare for the audition that looms just hours away.]
RICARDO: Just be yourself. Embrace your personality—it’s makes you unique.
[Mercedes nods, though a flicker of doubt crosses her face. She adjusts her outfit, a vibrant mix of colors that reflects her spirited nature, but the nerves are still there.
Suddenly, the door swings open, and Irma and Tomas burst in with quirky training props: a giant foam finger and colorful wigs.]
IRMA: We’ve got some unconventional training methods for you.
[Mercedes can't help but laugh as Irma dramatically waves the foam finger in the air, pretending to cheer her on. The tension in the room begins to dissipate, replaced by a lighthearted atmosphere.]
TOMAS: You need to channel your inner superstar! Let’s see some flair!
With a playful grin, Tomas tosses a bright pink wig at Mercedes, who catches it mid-laugh. She puts it on, instantly transforming into an exaggerated version of herself, complete with over-the-top gestures.]
MERCEDES: How do I look?
RICARDO: Like a champion ready to take on the world!
[As they all burst into laughter, Mercedes feels the weight of her anxiety lift slightly. The camaraderie and support from her friends remind her that she doesn’t have to face this challenge alone.]
MERCEDES (V.O.)
Maybe this is what I need—just to have fun and remember why I love this.
INT. AUDITION ROOM - DAY
[Mercedes stands in front of the panel of judges, nerves creeping in. She tries to balance her wrestling persona with her true self.]
MERCEDES (V.O.)
What if they want me to be someone I’m not? Can I really show them who I am?
[As she performs, she stumbles through some lines but pushes through with determination.]
EXT. WRESTLING GYM - DAY
[Mercedes trains hard with Ricardo and Irma by her side. They practice various moves while discussing strategy for the audition.]
RICARDO: Just remember: be yourself out there. That’s your greatest strength.
[Mercedes pauses mid-practice, contemplating his words.]
MERCEDES: What if being myself isn’t enough? What if they want drama instead of authenticity?
IRMA: Then give them drama. But make it your drama—your story!
[Mercedes nods slowly, feeling their support bolster her confidence. As she prepares for the audition later that week, Mercedes stands backstage once again, heart pounding as she watches others perform before her. Each person embodies their own version of strength and confidence. When it’s finally her turn, she steps into the spotlight and faces the judges with a mix of excitement and trepidation.]
INT. AUDITION ROOM - LATER
[The room is brightly lit, filled with the faint scent of fresh paint and the lingering tension of hopeful contestants.
With a confident stride, she steps into the room, where three judges sit behind a long table, their expressions a mix of curiosity and expectation. The walls are adorned with posters of legendary wrestlers, a reminder of the legacy she aspires to join.
Mercedes stands just outside the door, her heart racing. She takes a deep breath, grounding herself as she recalls the feedback from her last audition. This time, she’s determined to show her true self.]
MERCEDES (to judges): I’m not just a wrestler; I’m someone who believes in being true to myself. I’m back for my second chance, and I want to make it count.
[She glances at the judges, their eyes fixed on her, and feels a rush of adrenaline. One judge, an older man with a weathered face and a thoughtful expression, leans forward slightly. The other judge was a woman with sharp features and an air of authority.]
JUDGE 1: That’s refreshing to hear.
JUDGE 2: Show us what you’ve got!
• • •
Present Day ♦ S A N T A M O N I C A, C A L I F O R N I A
[REC•]
[As Mercedes Vargas stands confidently in front of the camera at Santa Monica Pier, the sun sets behind her, casting a golden glow that highlights her fierce presence. She’s dressed in a striking, fitted leather jacket adorned with shimmering sequins that catch the light with every movement, giving her an electric aura. Underneath, she wears a sleek, form-fitting graphic tee that showcases her iconic logo, a nod to her wrestling legacy.
Her bottoms are stylish black leggings that allow for both comfort and flair, featuring subtle cut-out details along the sides that add an edgy touch. On her feet, she sports bold ankle boots with chunky heels, elevating her stature and completing the look with an air of confidence.
Mercedes accessorizes with statement hoop earrings and a few layered necklaces that glint in the sunlight. Her hair is styled in loose waves, cascading over her shoulders, framing her face perfectly as she speaks passionately to the camera.]
"I never used to believe it, but I guess the saying is true: maybe we're doomed to burn twice as bright, half as long, you know? Over the years, I've gotten so much criticism, sometimes they're warranted, most times they're not. 'Mercedes is past her prime,' 'Ugh, she always get title opportunities,' 'Mercedes should have retired five years ago.' And, I mean, I kind of get it: It’s frustrating to feel like the other talent are constantly fighting for scraps while others bask in the spotlight. It's just that in my case, whether you’re a fan or a doubter or another Bombshell on the roster, the complaints never ends."
"2024 had been a tough year for me, the first of many, honestly. I've faced challenges that tested my resolve and made me question my path in this sport. There were moments when I felt like giving up, when the weight of expectations and setbacks seemed too heavy to bear. Yes, even for a two-time Hall of Famer."
[Mercedes leans in slightly, her eyes locked onto the camera, intensifying her message.]
"People don't realize how much pressure and hard work and dedication it takes to remain at the top in the Bombshell Division, whether holding a title or not. I've never had a major injury and to be relevant and competitive going on 12 years without falling off the radar takes relentless effort and undeniable talent."
[She gestures emphatically, emphasizing her point.]
"I’ve watched others rise and fall, and I’ve felt the sting of defeat more than once. I’ve seen my peers celebrate their successes, and while I’ve cheered them on, there’s always been a lingering question in my mind: when will I finally get my fair share?"
[Mercedes takes a deep breath, her voice steady and powerful as she continues.]
"As we step into 2025, I’m ready for a fresh start. This new year brings renewed energy and determination, and I’m focused on turning things around. This weekend, I'm competiting in my first most of the new year, and I’m here to prove that I belong at the top. I just didn't think I would be starting at the top."
[Mercedes pauses, crossing her arms confidently, and gives a knowing smile, as if to say she's been through it all before and emerged stronger.]
"I'm facing Kayla Richards, a formidable opponent and, well, I'm not sure how I should address her: is it 2 Beltz Kayla, Kayla 2 Beltz, the Forever Champion, SCW Woman of the Year? If I’m wrong, maybe she will correct me in the nicest way possible. It’s been a while, almost too long. I’m genuinely glad we're sharing the ring for the first time in ages, but maybe she doesn't feel that way, and that’s okay. She may have the upper hand against me because of our past matches, but that was then, and this is now. This isn’t just about winning a match; it’s about reclaiming my place in this division and proving to everyone that I am still one of the best in this division for well over a decade."
[Mercedes takes a deep breath, her expression shifting from fierce determination to a calm, calculated focus.]
"Kayla may come off as stuck-up, arrogant, and condescending, but let’s not forget the incredible year she had in 2024—one that will likely never be equaled by anyone in Sin City Wrestling (SCW) again. Her dominance in the ring was nothing short of legendary, and her accomplishments are a testament to her talent and hard work. She deserves her flowers."
[Mercedes takes a moment to let her words resonate.]
"People like Kayla say I'm 'past my prime,' yet here I am, still standing, still competing, and still relevant in a division that chews people up and spits them out. Longevity isn’t a weakness—it’s a testament to my skill, adaptability, and passion. I’ve faced the toughest opponents and risen to the occasion time and again. In a division of twentysomethings, overnight sensations, yesterday's hopefuls, and tomorrow's stars, keeping up is only half the battle. This match will be no different."
[Mercedes straightens up, her smirk fading into a look of steely resolve as she continues.]
"You see, Kayla, arrogance like yours is a funny thing. It burns bright, loud, and blinding—until someone snuffs it out. You walk around here like the sun sets on your ass, like your reigns and your records make you invincible. But the truth is, they don’t make you untouchable; they make you a target. And I’ve been hitting bullseyes long before you even laced up your first pair of boots. You’re so desperate to protect your ‘legacy,’ but let me remind you of something: legacies aren’t built on fear. They’re built on respect. And judging by the way you talk about everyone in that locker room—about me—it’s clear you don’t have an ounce of it to give. That’s fine. You don’t have to respect me now. But after I beat you, after I show you that even the so-called 'best' can fall, you’ll have no choice but to."
[Mercedes pauses for a moment, letting the intensity of her words linger in the air before she continues, her voice steady and resolute.]
"You think beating me would be meaningless? That I’m just some relic of the past? Let me tell you something about relics: they endure. They survive. They stand the test of time while people like you burn out and fade away. You think you’re untouchable now, but one day, someone younger, hungrier, and better will come along and do to you exactly what you’re trying to do to me. And when that day comes, Kayla, I hope you remember this moment. Because it’s not age that humbles people—it’s reality."
[Mercedes takes a step closer to the camera, her voice dropping into a tone that’s almost chilling.]
"I am not defined by opinions or doubts, whether yours, Kayla, or anyone else. I've fought tooth and nail to be here, and every time I step into that ring, I prove that I still have what it takes to compete at the highest level. You can question my title opportunities, but never my resolve. You'll realize that this wasn’t just another day at the office for you. Because you're facing more than just an opponent—you’ll be facing a legacy. And legacies never fade away quietly; they roar back with a vengeance."
[Mercedes takes a moment, her gaze unwavering as she allows the weight of her words to settle. The intensity in her eyes speaks volumes, revealing a fierce determination that has been cultivated over years of hard-fought battles.]
"I’m not just going to beat you, oh no; I’m going to expose every flaw in your game, Kayla. I’m going to show you that all those years of experience I’ve accumulated are worth more than any title you’ve held. And when the match is over, when you’re left lying on that mat wondering what went wrong, I want you to remember this moment. Remember that it was your arrogance that led you here. Remember that it was your underestimation of me that cost you everything. Because when I walk out of that ring victorious, it won’t just be a win for me; it will be a message to everyone watching: Mercedes Vargas is still here, still fighting, and still a force to be reckoned with.
"2025 is my year of resurgence, and it starts with you. So let’s see if you can handle the real Mercedes Vargas—the one who refuses to back down and is ready to claim her place at the top."
[She pauses for a moment, letting her words sink in before delivering her final blow.]
"So go ahead, bring your ‘pissed-off Kayla Richards.’ Bring the woman who ‘ends careers’ and ‘makes people run for the hills.’ You can bring every ounce of arrogance and condescension you’ve got because none of it will matter when that bell rings. When it’s just you and me in that ring, all the words in the world won’t save you from what’s coming. And when it’s over—when I’ve left you staring up at those lights—you’ll realize something: all your bravado was just a mask for the one thing you can’t admit to yourself."
[Mercedes leans in closer to the camera, her voice dropping to a whisper.]
"That deep down…you’re terrified of losing everything to someone like me."
[With that, she steps back, her smirk returning as she folds her arms across her chest.]
"See you in the ring, champ."
[Her voice softens.]
"Prepare for the worst, hope for the best. And may the odds be ever in your favor."
[With a fierce determination, Mercedes walks away, leaving a clear message that she’s ready to dominate and teach a lesson in the ring.]
[***Fade***]
