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[Mercedes Vargas]

[At Blaze of Glory XIV, two legends meet not for titles, not for accolades — but for legacy.

Crystal Zdunich and Mercedes Vargas have walked the same roads, shared the same spotlight, the same hunger and even carved their names into the same era.

But time and pride have turned respect into resentment — and rivalry into warfare.

Crystal Zdunich — the artist, the showwoman, the eternal reinvention. Every era of her career has told a new story: the dreamer, the fighter, the champion, the survivor. She’s adapted when others broke, rebuilt herself when the world doubted, and stood tall in moments meant to break her spirit. Her legacy isn’t defined by championships — it’s defined by defiance, passion, and the refusal to ever fade quietly. She fights for validation, for family, and for her right to be remembered on her own terms.

Mercedes Vargas — the standard-bearer, the iron will, the unparalleled constant of dominance. She’s the measuring stick by which every other competitor has been judged. Year after year, reign after reign, she’s been the storm that others endure — if they’re lucky enough to survive at all. Her name commands respect through results, through pain, through legacy.

But Crystal has always been the one name she’s never conquered without scars, the one opponent who won’t bend, who won’t yield — who refuses to be conquered without leaving a mark.

And now, that mark becomes permanent.

At Blaze of Glory XIV, they meet with nothing left to lose and everything to define. Their feud has outgrown titles, accolades, and even reason. It is no longer about proving who is the best — it is about proving who will last.

Now, their war reaches its crescendo under the merciless rules of a Japanese Death Match - a battleground where skill meets brutality, and endurance becomes agony’s twin.

No disqualifications.
No limits.
No mercy.
No escape.

Just two women, one ring, and a thousand broken memories.

For Crystal, this is redemption — a chance to silence a decade of doubt and prove not only that she belongs among legends, but that she is one. For her, pain is temporary… legacy is eternal.

For Mercedes, it’s the reaffirmation of dominance — the final stroke in a masterpiece of destruction that’s stretched across generations. For her, the match isn’t about winning; it’s about erasing every question ever asked of her greatness.

At Blaze of Glory XIV, this isn’t just another match.

This isn’t rivalry anymore.
It’s finality.
It’s fury.

What happens when legacy meets hatred under unrelenting light? When two icons stare into eternity, knowing only one will remain standing? When survival becomes the only prize worth claiming?

This is their story’s final chapter… the defining moment that will echo far beyond the bruises, the glass, and the scars.

When the dust clears, and the mat runs red with the cost of greatness, only one name will endure, only one name will be etched in history.

The fallen will fade. The survivor will be immortal.

Crystal Zdunich. Mercedes Vargas.

Blaze of Glory XIV.

When the fire burns out — only legends remain.

~~~

Almighty Fire
semana del 22 de febrero al marzo de 1 de 2026

You know, experience teaches you things that flash and fame never will. The longer you survive in this business, the easier it is to see the line between confidence and desperation. And when someone’s desperate? You can tell. They start calling family for backup. They start pretending it’s about pride when really, it’s about fear.

Crystal Zdunich? She’s desperate. Every time she reinvents herself, she’s chasing something she already lost — relevance, credibility, maybe even a little dignity. She keeps moving because standing still would mean facing the truth: she peaked a long time ago.

I’ve seen her type. Stars that flash bright, burn fast, and vanish before they realize it’s over. But me? I’m not a flame that fades. Soy el fuego que permanece. I’m the fire that stays. I’ve outlasted eras, champions, and “next big things” so many times that people stopped counting. I’ve watched names rise on hype alone, and I’ve watched them crumble when they realize hype doesn’t keep you standing after the third decade. Hype rises, hype falls, but I’m still here.

Most people don’t get it. Survival isn’t about who shines the brightest — it’s about who keeps standing when the lights go out.

Crystal Zdunich is scared — of losing, of being forgotten, of facing me one-on-one with nowhere to hide.

So this past Sunday, she brought her family. Zenna. Seleana. Strength in numbers, right? That only works when the people you’re standing across from don’t bite harder. And the Metal Maniacs? Iron Maiden and Twisted Sister? They live for that fight. They don’t care about fame, they care about pain. Perfect partners, really.

Zenna, Seleana... I respect loyalty. But loyalty didn’t save you on Sunday. The Metal Maniacs didn't flinch. They didn't hesitate. And neither did I. Once the bell rang, emotion didn't matter. This was about control. Momentum. Message. El mensaje fue claro — no se juega conmigo.

Blaze of Glory XIV — a Japanese Death Match. I’ve fought in almost every kind of match you can name, but that one? That’s mine. When the ropes turn to barbed wire and the mat turns to glass, there’s no pretending anymore. That’s when truth shows up — when the pain strips everything else away. And the truth is, Crystal can’t endure what I can.

You can dress it up however you want, but the battlefield doesn’t lie. Every cut, every scar, every scream — they’ll speak louder than either of us ever could. Crystal wants to play the martyr? Then she’ll bleed for the part. Because when the truth and the punishment meet in that ring, everyone will see what I already know — she’s never been on my level, and she never will be.

I’ll make sure everyone remembers Blaze of Glory as the night her career ended — en dos idiomas, just to make sure her wife and sister‑in‑law get the message.

At Blaze of Glory XIV, in that Japanese Death Match, it won’t be lights, camera, action — it’ll be lights out for Crystal. When the smoke clears, Mercedes Vargas will be standing tall — just like always. Some people spend their whole careers trying to build a moment that defines them. Me? I build moments that end others. That’s the difference between history... and hype.

Sunday reminded her why I’m still the measuring stick in this company. At Blaze of Glory, I finish the story she keeps trying to rewrite. For months, she’s been chasing redemption like it’s a trophy, but redemption doesn’t come from hashtags or family photos. La redención se gana con sangre, no con filtros. It comes from surviving the kind of pain that makes you question everything you are — and she’s never been built for that level of truth.

Crystal, you should’ve stayed in your fairytale world — all glitz, glamour, and Instagram filters. But you dragged your wife and your sister-in-law into the fire because you wanted to “prove a point.” The only thing you’re proving is that you never learn. And when this is over, they’ll look at you not as a warrior, but as a warning.

I don’t need chaos to win — but I enjoy it. And this past Sunday at Climax Control, I savored every second of watching the Zdunich name crumble. That wasn’t a tag match — it was la antesala del infierno. The slow burn before the inferno.

Sunday was the preview. Blaze of Glory is the masterpiece. And when it’s over, the only star left shining will be me.

Prepare for the worst. Hope for the best. And may the odds be ever in your favor.

~~~

INT. THE FLOATING PENALTY BOX – MORNING

[The old boat‑restaurant sways gently on the tide. Sunlight cuts across scuffed decks, mismatched tables, and framed jerseys that double as décor. Sea salt glitters on the windows.

Behind the counter, Mercedes tapes her wrist, a veteran of rings and dinner rushes. Steam curls from the espresso machine — another relic clinging to service. She studies her reflection in the chrome surface, jaw set.

The door slams open. Hugo barrels in wearing a referee shirt and boundless enthusiasm.]

HUGO
Alright, team! Today’s the day. Brunch Bowl Finals. Our Super Sunday. Big crowd, big tips!

[Mercedes doesn’t look up.]

MERCEDES
You said that last week. And the week before. You really think mimosas count as a sport?

HUGO
Only when you serve them under pressure.

[He grins]

Hugo
Come on, Mercedes — meet me halfway. Spirits up, sleeves rolled, teamwork alive.

[She keeps wiping the counter, unimpressed.]

[Ricardo strides in, over‑dressed, lugging grocery bags like stage props.]

RICARDO
If brunch is a sport, we already lost the season. And why is there no champagne?

HUGO
Budget cuts. Orange juice and ambition only.

RICARDO
Barbaric.

[He drops the bags. Notices Mercedes taping her wrist.]

RICARDO
Tell me that’s not from the industrial mixer again.

MERCEDES
It’s nothing. Just old damage acting up.

HUGO
You sure you’re good for the shift? We’re gonna get slammed.

MERCEDES
I’ve wrestled worse than brunch.

[A beat — she starts retying the tape tighter.]

HUGO
Mercedes, you can’t skip out today. It’s the Brunch Bowl Finals!

MERCEDES
Finals of what, Hugo?

HUGO
Brunch — you know that.

MERCEDES
Good. Then you’ll survive overtime.
Got a call last night. Tampa needs a stand‑in. One night only.

HUGO
Wait — you’re bailing now? Brunch Bowl’s our busiest day.

[She softens slightly, but doesn’t look at him.]

MERCEDES
Yeah. Bills don’t wait, Hugo.

HUGO
Neither do customers.

[A tense, awkward silence hangs. Irma appears from the pantry, a streak of blue paint on her cheek and a half‑finished portrait in hand — Mercedes, heroic, wielding a frying pan like a championship belt.]

IRMA
You’re wrestling again?! That’s amazing! You’re still healing legends through piledrivers.

MERCEDES
It’s not amazing, Irma. It’s a favor. To a friend. And rent’s due.

RICARDO
Touché. Every great comeback starts with unpaid bills.

[Tomás trudges in, half‑awake, clutching yesterday’s coffee.]

TOMÁS
Miracle’s not that she’s wrestling again. It’s that this place still runs. That espresso machine’s living on prayer and duct tape.

[The espresso machine groans like an injured beast, metal stretching, wiring sizzling. Everyone turns.]

HUGO
Don’t you dare—

[Too late. The machine sputters, spits a jet of steam, and dies with one last hiss. Silence.]

RICARDO
Guess the miracle’s over.

HUGO
We can’t run brunch finals without caffeine!

MERCEDES
Perfect timing. I’m gone one day — maybe you’ll all figure out survival without me.

[She unclips her apron, tosses it onto a chair, and strides out with her old gym bag. The boat rocks harder as the door slams behind her.]

EXT. THE FLOATING PENALTY BOX – CONTINUOUS

[The weather‑beaten sign hangs above the gangway, its salvaged letters uneven, one bulb stubbornly flickering.

Mercedes pauses halfway down, glances back through the porthole where her crew argues over a mop. She allows a tired smile, then heads for the parking lot where the road meets her past.]

INT. THE FLOATING PENALTY BOX – LATER

[A motivational huddle circles the dead espresso machine like a doomed pep rally.]

IRMA
Okay, we can fix this. Bob Ross says there are no mistakes — only happy little accidents.

RICARDO
This one feels criminal. He never ran brunch in a sinking restaurant.

[Hugo paces with a clipboard in hand.]

HUGO
Mercedes abandoned us mid‑season. We adapt. We rebuild. Tomás, you’re interim barista.

[Tomás points to himself, incredulous.]

TOMÁS
I barely pour cereal. My résumé says “part‑time taste‑tester.”

HUGO
You’re promoted. Effective immediately.

RICARDO
So the blind leads the lazy. Excellent.

[Irma pokes at some wiring. The machine  wheezes, spits water, and sprays a jet of brown foam across Hugo’s shirt.]

IRMA
Look! It’s breathing!

HUGO
It’s hemorrhaging!

INT. SMALL WRESTLING VENUE – AFTERNOON

[Old gym lights hum. A faded banner reads FLORIDA SLAM FEST. Mercedes peers through the curtain at the crowd — smaller than she remembers, loyal as ever, just families and die‑hards. Faded posters of her glory days line the gym walls. The ring’s canvas looks roughly as patched as the restaurant’s deck. Her old entrance theme plays low over static speakers.

A promoter, mid‑50s, claps her on the shoulder.]

PROMOTER
Knew you’d come through. Folks still remember the Hammer Slam Queen.

[Mercedes forces a grin.]

MERCEDES
Yeah, well, the Hammer needs caffeine. My crew’s got that covered.

[He laughs, walks off. She looks down at her taped wrist, flexes. The sound of the crowd swells faintly. Her eyes flicker — pride mixed with hesitation.]

INT. THE FLOATING PENALTY BOX – SAME TIME

[The restaurant dissolves into chaos‑with‑heart. Ricardo quotes Shakespeare while Irma paints a hand‑made sign: OUT OF ORDER (BUT LIKE, IN A BEAUTIFUL WAY). Tomás balances on a stool, wrench in hand, clearly winging it.]

RICARDO
“All the world’s a stage,” and apparently ours leaks espresso.

[Hugo rallies everyone with a kitchen towel slung over his shoulder like a coach’s cape.]

HUGO
We adapt! We overcome! Today, we serve iced coffee only — it’s strategic hydration.

[Tomás slips; boiling water splashes dangerously. Irma catches the cup before it hits the floor.]

IRMA
Teamwork!

[Hugo points to her dramatically.]

HUGO
That’s what the captain would say.

[They all share a proud, chaotic beat — then the generator flickers off. Silence. Only the water lapping against the hull.]

TOMÁS
So... brunch is cancelled.

INT. WRESTLING VENUE – LATER

[The match is over. Mercedes breathes hard, sweat and glitter mixed. She raises the rookie opponent’s hand for the crowd. Applause — small but sincere. She catches her face reflected in a trophy case backstage: older, softer around the eyes. She exhales, smiles faintly.

The promoter pats her shoulder.]

PROMOTER
You still got it, Hammer.

MERCEDES
Maybe. Or maybe I just trained someone else to hit harder.

[Her phone buzzes — a selfie from the crew, exhausted, smiling. All covered in espresso splatter and holding a sign that says, “WE WON (KINDA).”

Mercedes laughs quietly, thumb hovering over “Reply.”]

MERCEDES
Missed the finals, huh?

[She starts typing back.]

INT. THE FLOATING PENALTY BOX – NIGHT

[The espresso machine hums again, faint but alive. Mercedes steps in, duffel slung over one shoulder. The crew freezes mid‑cleanup like kids caught past curfew.]

MERCEDES
No fires?

[Silence.]

HUGO
Technically, steam counts as vapor, not smoke.

[She smirks, moves behind the counter, adjusts the steam knob.]

MERCEDES
You held the line. Proud of you.

[Hugo perks up.]

HUGO
Does that make me your tag‑team partner?

MERCEDES
Don’t push it.

[Irma hangs her finished portrait — Mercedes with one hand in the air, one on the espresso handle. Warrior in service apron. The whole crew stands back, admiring it under flickering light.

The boat rocks gently. The espresso machine hisses back to life, triumphant.]

RICARDO
For the record, that’s the best performance espresso’s ever given.

Mercedes
Or divine intervention.

IRMA
Nah. Just teamwork.

[FADE OUT.]

~~~

Present Day ♦ S A N T A M O N I C A • C A L I F O R N I A

[REC•]

Scene Location: Santa Monica Pier - West End

[The lens opens on a view of the Santa Monica Pier at golden hour, the late sun casting a warm glow over the Ferris wheel's slow spin and the endless Pacific waves crashing below. The camera glides across the pier's wooden planks, past colorful carnival lights flickering to life, slow drips of condensation sliding down untouched cocktails arranged in perfect symmetry on a seaside table. Mercedes Vargas sits alone at an edge-table overlooking the ocean horizon — immaculate, unapologetically calm. She wears white silk that catches the hour’s last flare, one knee crossed over the other. Her phone rests on the table, face down. She doesn’t look at it.

Only then does she glance into the camera.]

“You ever notice how people love to believe they made you?” her voice is steady, words shaped by poise. “They see your success, your calm, and they start whispering—She’s only here because of me."

[Her mouth curves—not quite a smile, closer to memory.]

"Crystal, that was your favorite song, wasn’t it? That you pulled my strings. That you knew the secret language to control me."

[The expression hardens, humor erased.]

“I let you believe that. Because letting you believe you mattered… was the most efficient way to keep you predictable. That’s the thing, Crystal—I don’t get angry. I don’t lose control. And I don’t need anyone’s permission to be the villain in their story.”

[Mercedes leans back in her chair, voice unhurried, every beat measured, the distant call of seagulls and roller coaster laughter underscoring her words.]

"People forget I've been in SCW 13 years straight—you're closing in on 12. Difference? I've watched flashes—even decorated ones—burn bright, fast, loud… then choke on their smoke."

[She raises the glass from the table, turning it slowly in her hand — white wine catching the light like liquid gold.]

“‘Japanese Death Match.’ They say it like it’s supposed to scare me. Like glass, barbed wire, or blood ever made me hesitate.”

[Her tone lowers.]

 “You hear death—I hear legacy.

“The difference between us is that you fight to prove you’re still relevant… and I fight because I already know I am.”

[The camera tightens on her face; the skyline balance fades behind.]

“You think I turned on your family out of spite? No, Crystal. I turned on you because you got comfortable. Because you started measuring yourself in pity—‘poor Crystal,’ the misunderstood starlet, the eternal victim of her own heart.

"What kind of champion cries in her own mirror? What kind of woman tells the world she’s strong, but still needs saving every time she falls apart?"

[Her eyes narrow slightly, voice softening only to twist with precision, a salty ocean breeze ruffling her hair.]

“You said I poisoned you against your wife, your sister-in-law. Cute. But I didn’t poison you—I just showed you what was always there. The cracks were in your reflection, not my voice.”

[She taps the rim of the glass gently — a single clear note.]

“I watched you crumble under your own performance, because that’s what you do. You perform. You bleed pretty, cry on cue, and call it growth. But growth is what happens after the breaking. You? You never heal. You recycle the same heartbreak, season after season.”

Her gaze drops to the wine for a moment, then back to the lens.

“And now—you want to turn this into war? Mamita, you couldn’t survive peace with me. What makes you think you’ll survive war?”

[Mercedes lowers the glass, leaning slightly forward. Her eyes sharpen without raising her voice.]

“The Japanese Death Match isn’t about weapons. It’s about will. About how much of yourself you can burn away and still rise with purpose.”

[Her tone cools, each word deliberate.]

“I’ve done that for years. Every time this company tried to bury me, I turned the dirt into armor. Every time someone wrote ‘Mercedes Vargas is done,’ I reminded them—I define done."

[Silence lingers, controlled and deliberate.]

“Meanwhile, Crystal Zdunich needs an audience,” Mercedes continues. “You need the drama—the hashtags, the tragedy filters, the crying selfies when the story stops going your way. Your whole career is built on the illusion that weakness equals empathy.”

[Mercedes gives a light, almost amused scoff.]

“You ever wonder why people stopped defending you? Because they’ve seen it too many times. Every partner becomes a villain. Every feud becomes personal. Every loss becomes a ‘lesson.’

“Except this one won’t.

“When this is over, there won’t be a redemption arc waiting for you. There won’t be a speech about fighting for your family. There’ll just be silence.”

[She sits back, eyes glinting against the reflection of the skyline lights beginning to flicker on.]

“You used to say I reminded you of who you wanted to be one day,”

[Mercedes says quietly.]

“Congratulations—you’ve arrived. You’re about to find out what it’s like to stand across from someone who doesn’t need to hate you to destroy you.

“I don’t hate you, Crystal. You’re not worth hate. Hate’s exhausting—it takes energy. And you don’t drain me, you bore me.”

[She exhales softly, tilting her head.]

“Perdóname,” but the moment you put your hands on what’s mine, you stopped being complicated and started being a liability. And the thing about liabilities? You cut them off. Cleanly. Efficiently.”

[Mercedes reaches for the phone. The screen brightens, revealing a photo of her and Crystal—smiling, victorious, championship gold draped across their shoulders. She studies it for a beat, then clicks it dark again and sets it down.]

“Do you remember this night? Of course you do. Every fake friend remembers their victories—it’s the losses they rewrite. You told me that night that we’d be ‘untouchable.’”

[She meets the camera squarely.]

“You were half-right. I am.”

[Mercedes’ tone lowers, Spanish threading through like a blade slid between ribs.]

“No todos los fantasmas son invisibles, Crystal. Algunos caminan contigo hasta que te cansas.”

“That means not every ghost is invisible. Some walk beside you until you’re tired. And when you finally try to let go… they drag you down with them.”

[Mercedes’ gaze fixes, unblinking.]

“You’ve been haunting me for too long, vieja amiga. And honestly—I’m bored of pretending your ghost still has teeth.”

[She inhales through her nose, setting the glass aside, movement deliberate and precise.]

“When that bell rings, I’ll give you something real to feel again. No theatrics. No tears. No ‘rebuilding story.’ Just consequence.

“Because someone has to remind you that there’s a difference between surviving the spotlight… and surviving me.”

[She straightens in her chair, gaze never leaving the camera.]

“When I walk out of Blaze of Glory, I won’t be Bloody Mercedes. I won’t be Scorned Mercedes. I’ll just be what I’ve always been—the woman who finishes what everyone else starts.”

[A quiet beat.]

“The glass breaks, the light fades, and still—I’m here. You? You vanish the moment the applause stops.”

[Finally, a sliver of a smirk finds her mouth, not warm, not kind, just amused.]

“See you at the end, Crystal. Bring your ghosts. I’ll bring absolution. Because in a Japanese Death Match, there’s no heaven left—only what I decide survives the fire.”

[Mercedes leans in close to the lens. The city lights reflect like small explosions across her pupils as she whispers—]

“No mercy, no fear… sólo destino.”

[The recording light blinks once, then cuts to black.]

[Crystal Zdunich]

Los Angeles, California
Zdunich Home

A few weeks had gone by since Crystal Zdunich had lost her World Bombshell Championship to Kayla Richards. The former World Champion just sat at home on her couch as she held a remote controller in her hand and she kept cycling through her match from a couple of weeks ago. She kept playing through the last moments of her match with Kayla as Richards locked her submission on her and Crystal clawed and fought her way to the ropes but to no avail. There it was on the screen in front of her. The referee checking her arm on three different occasions and her arm going limp for all three of them, Crystal quickly turned the television off but it wasn’t without her fifteen year old daughter Aurora walking into the living room with her pajamas on. The teenage Mexican girl sits down next to her mother as she gazes over into her eyes and overs a grin.

“Mommy, I just want you to know that I am so proud of you…”

Crystal slowly turns her attention over to the girl as she looks down into her joyful little eyes.

“Proud of me, why are you so proud. I honestly feel like a loser. I wasn’t able to beat Kayla and now she is walking around with the World Championship. On top of that I had the biggest chance to really set the tone of how things are going to be with Seleana and I, and I feel like I let both her and Zenna down in our trios match. I proved to be among the biggest fraud in all of SCW, and it won’t be that long until Mercedes exposes me and she takes me down in our Japanese Death Match…”

Crystal just sighs as she lets out a long deep breath and she tries her best to look away but Aurora quickly shakes her head as she continues to smile. She looks deeply into her mother’s eyes as she places a hand on her leg.

“I don’t see you as a fraud at all. I know you may not be the champion anymore but in my eyes you are the biggest winner in the entire world…”

Crystal rolls her eyes as she slowly gazes back into Aurora’s eyes.

“I am a winner?! In what way do you see me as a winner…”

The girl can only keep her huge smile going as she looks back at her mother.

“I know you didn’t leave with the title and that does suck but I find more important than that is the fact that you were able to bring our family back together. Mama Seleana has been happier since we all moved back in. Our family just wasn’t complete without you. Elijah is happier and this is how I feel that life should be. I know there are going to be bad days but I think the good far outweighs the bad. As long as we have each other we will be able to do anything…”

Aurora points at the television before glancing back at her mother.

“That also includes your wrestling career. So what if you lost the title, this should just give you even more motivation to go out to that ring and win the title back. If there is anybody in this company that possesses the ability to rise back to the top of the fray I know it’s you…”

Crystal raises her eyes in return as she lets just sighs in return.

“Do you really mean that?!”

Aurora smiles passionately.

“Of course I mean that!!!”

Before Aurora could say anything else that is when we the tall and slender Swedish Blonde Seleana walk into the room. Seleana looks down at her wife as she smiles at her.

“Yes, Aurora would not like Chickie. Christina when you put your mind to something you always have a way of getting what you want. You are a woman who works hard and are one of the toughest in the entire world. With your family supporting you there’s nothing to stop you from accomplishing all of your dreams…”

Just hearing her wife talk to her meant she truly was home. It had been a while since Crystal had heard a motivational speech from her wife, but the thick accent was enough to get Crystal to stand up and look at her wife in the eyes.

“You don’t think I am a failure?!”

Seleana quickly shakes her head as she looks back at Crystal.

“Why would I ever think that, Christina you might be a lot of things. I would use words such as passionate, determine, headstrong, and confident to define you… Failure is certainly not one of them. If you losing your title but making sure that your family is intact defines you as a failure than I would wish to be labeled as a failure as well. I know you are going to hold this lost over you for a lifetime but remember that the comeback story is always greater than your initial journey to get to where you wanted to be. You are by no means a failure or even a letdown for that matter…”

“You don’t understand, Kayla beat me in the middle of the ring. Everything that she said about me, I can’t help but maybe accept the fact that she was telling the truth. Perhaps I was making the title a mockery of what it was meant to be by having it be involved in our family feud. It was no longer about being the best but it was about…”

Seleana holds Crystal’s hand as she looks at her in the eyes.

“It was about trying to win me over and fight hard so we could have this…It was about proving that you aren’t that same woman that is addicted to drugs but a woman who is on the mend and is looking to do better for herself…I know I can tell you over and over again but at the end of the day the only one who needs to believe in any of this is you…What do you think my shining Star?! Was all of this worth it?!”

Seleana looks over at Aurora who is looking at them from the couch. She looks at all of the family photos on the wall and looks over in the direction of Elijah’s bedroom, before wrapping her arms around her wife’s neck and gazing down into her eyes.

“Was I worth fighting for?!”

Crystal thinks about it for a few moments as she takes a long deep breath. Her eyes never leave Seleana’s. She follows up by wrapping her arms around her waist in return as she begins to speak back to her.

“It was worth every single moment. Some things, the most important things are what are truly worth fighting for. Truth be told when I won the World Championship from Frankie I felt a certain emptiness about the entire ordeal. I felt like something was missing. Normally when I win a World Championship and I get to the top of the world you know as well as anyone that I would love to gloat about the entire ordeal, but this title win just felt different…”

Seleana raises her eyes in return.

“How different?!”

Crystal nods her head as she speaks some more.

“It just felt different. Even though I shattered the record and did what no person has ever done by winning a sixth title it just felt weird not being able to celebrate with you. On top of that as much as I enjoyed being a champion I just felt it was a tainted victory. I only won the title because of Mercedes and Zenna fighting at ringside. It was the distraction that gave me the win in the first place, and had there been no distractions I don’t even know if I would have even won the title. The reign was bad from the get go and if I could do things differently I definitely would have…”

Seleana just shakes her head as she smiles back at her wife.

“Like I said before, just let it go Christina, you aren’t in a position where you can undo the past, and you shouldn’t be at a place where you should want to hold onto it either. Instead why don’t we focus on the future and on what’s happening right in front of us. As it currently stands you have me which is what you didn’t have before. You also have the children and we just want to support you to the best of our abilities. I also want you to be at a place where you are focused to the task at hand. You will get your World Championship back and I have no doubt in my mind you will go on to win it for a seventh time…”

Seleana smirks.

“But as of right now your main concern should be what’s in front of you and that’s this big match with Mercedes Vargas. Mercedes has always been a snake from the beginning and if there is anybody to blame for what happened you should place the blame solely on her. She is the reason why we were at war with one another. She is the one who almost ruined our marriage and she did all of this because she wanted to be in the spotlight. She is a selfish individual and the moment that she wasn’t the focal point of your team is the moment that she was quick to stab you in the back so that she could be in the limelight. We have had our share of problems but we were able to work it out… Now you need to point all of your frustrations at her…”

Seleana begins to swear in Swedish but Christina nods her head as she looks at her wife.

“Listen, I hear you Seleana… She may have gotten the better of me in our match but come Blaze of Glory I will be prepared for her. I won’t let her be my downfall and I certainly won’t let her get the best of me again. Whatever happens I am going to come at her with everything I got. This long story between us will be finished one way or the other. Mark my words on that…”

Seleana just slowly nods her head.

“Of course it will be because I have reinforcements to help you get ready for your big match. I know you may not like it but I think it is in your best interest if you listen to my sister…”

“You really want me and Zenna to talk to one another, especially after the way she pretty much was against us getting back together…I doubt that…”

Before Crystal could finish her statement that was when the redhead walks into the room. Crystal’s sister in-law just walks over to Crystal and shakes her head at her.

“You doubt what exactly, that I wouldn’t be here to check on you… Listen Christina I know that the two of us don’t really get along with one another and there is still a piece of me that doesn’t truly know if you are good enough for my sister or not. One thing I do know is as your sponsor it’s my job to make sure you stay on the right track in all aspects of your life. I know that any slip might be a chance to relapse and lose all the progress that you made. So if I have to be here to make sure that you keep up on your training so be it… You ready to finally take this match seriously?!”

Crystal laughs as she glances back at Zenna.

‘Only if you are ready to get your ass kicked. Even though we had that tag team match with one another I believe we both got arrested in New Orleans for fighting one another. Why don’t we take this to a wrestling ring and get all of these issues out of our system…”

Zenna can only look back at Crystal with a nodding of the head as they are going to train with one another, and it’s on this image that we slowly fade out on.

It won’t be long until Blaze of Glory is upon us and honestly there are so many thoughts going through my head right now. First and foremost I believe I should address everybody that might be watching this right now. It was about a few weeks ago when I lost the World Bombshell Championship to Kayla Richards. To be honest I could sit here and make up all the excuses on why I lost but truth be told Kayla got the better of me. I wasn’t prepared to be in the ring with a woman such as her and she made sure to pick me a part and she ended up taking the World Championship from me.

I fought as hard as I could. I gave Kayla the fight of a lifetime and I poured everything out into the confines of that ring. I thought I was going to pull it out but once Kayla put on that Ghost Lock my body just gave out on me. Even though I didn’t quit and I fought to the very end, I just didn’t have it in me to win at the end of the night, and the better woman was able to get her hand raised.

Kayla you deserve to be the World Champion and I will give you, but before you continuously stand on your high horse and act like you are the best damn thing in the world. Even though you have that title which basically gives you the right to feel that way, I am going to make something very clear to you.

I will rise back up, the rose will indeed blossom, and by the end of all of this I will make my way back to you and I will take back what you took from me. That’s not a threat, but that’s a promise and I live to make sure that it will come to pass.

Now I could sit here and cry over the spilled milk that was losing my championship but to be honest even though I sulked over losing the belt, I feel like when I beat Frankie for that title I had emptiness from the very start. I would have been gloating and would have been feeling larger than life but I just felt incomplete. My title win was tainted and the only reason why I won the championship is because Mercedes and Zenna caused a distraction.

It’s not like I flat out beat the champion. I only won because I saw an opening and I made the most of a moment. I broke the record for winning the most World Championships ever in this company and it was built on a lie. A lie that wasn’t fought through will and determination, but something built on the concept of a lie.

For far too long people have called me a fraud and a fake, and I don’t want that to be the case anymore. If I am going to do something I want people to acknowledge me for how determined I am in that wrestling ring. I don’t want to get by skating by or being handed something but I want to earn it…

That is why I have issues with this entire ordeal and I am placing the blame solely on that of Mercedes Vargas. This story between Mercedes and I goes back to years well beyond that of SCW. Our journey starts back to a company named Divas Unleashed back in 2008 or so, and continues onward to a company named 3WL shortly after that.

Vargas and I have always been in the ring with one another. We have been enemies and we also stood tall as tag team champions together. Our careers have run parallel to one another and I wouldn’t even be in SCW if I didn’t follow her to this company. As much as we have constantly fought one another I always thought there was a certain level of respect that the two of us had shared for one another.

Last year I felt like I was down on my luck and I will admit that I was grateful that Mercedes was there for me. She wanted the best for me and she helped revitalize my career. I didn’t have much and I know that everybody saw me as the same old flake from the last few years.

Yet Vargas didn’t see that, instead she saw a woman in need and she was willing to take my by her side, or at least that is what I thought. I mean when I look at things now maybe she only saw me as an insurance policy to help her keep the Internet Championship.

However as I started to become more active I started to find my place in the ring again. I started to find my passion in that ring and I started to become consistent. I had shown shades of the old Crystal Hilton and I was well on my way to striving to get back to the top. As soon as the rush for the gold tournament was upon us that is when the script started to flip. I had positioned myself for a World Championship match and Mercedes had basically lost her Internet Championship and lost all of her relevancy.

Harper Mason tried to point it out to me that Mercedes would never let me have the spotlight. She would never be in a position where she would be able to share it but I didn’t listen to that. Mercedes was also in my ear and I let her negative influence cost me my marriage.

I thought that Seleana was overacting when she questioned if I was on drugs and I even got more upset when somebody questioned if I was sleeping around with Mercedes. Why couldn’t people just accept that I was happy to have a woman who I considered a best friend at my side?

Little did I know that everything that everybody was telling me would turn up to be truth, Mercedes was simply plotting for a chance to stab me in the back! When I won the World Championship that is when things started to change. Without the Internet Championship to her name Vargas just wasn’t relevant anymore. People started to talk about me. I was on top of the world and the focus was solely on me.

I thought that she was happy for me but deep down that wasn’t the case. She was biding her time and looking for the perfect opportunity to stab me in the back. She escalated things with my wife and I slowly started to see how things really were. I could see the writing on the wall but I tried my best to ignore it. At the last Super Card she tried to end my wife and I just couldn’t let Seleana go through any of that.

As much as Seleana and I might have been at odds and were separated from one another, it still doesn’t change the fact that Seleana is the mother of my children. She is my wife and is the best thing to have happened in my life. When Vargas was going to end her I made the save and that is when Vargas showed her true colors and she attacked me instead. She gave me a concussion and I was forced to sit on the sidelines for a few weeks.

Maybe it was foolish for me to come back after getting a concussion. Maybe it was even more foolish to step in the ring with Kayla but despite what people might think about me, I am not going to let Vargas tarnish my career. She tried to ruin my marriage, she tried to ruin my career, and it’s all because she was jealous of what I had around my waist?!

Vargas you are truly pathetic, and at Blaze of Glory I am going to end you. In your head you really thought you had the greatest idea didn’t you?! I thought you and I truly had something together. I thought we had a friendship and we would help elevate one another to new heights but that was never the case with you. The only thing you ever wanted to do was fuel your own ego so that you could be elevated. It’s a disgrace and honestly it didn’t even have to come down to this.

Last year was by far one of the greatest years that you have ever had in a very long time. I have watched you reinvent yourself and emerge as a dominant internet Champion. You are continuously showcasing that you have what it takes to stand up to the test of time. You are the oldest Bombshell on the roster but that has never stopped you. With time you are getting wiser and are still finding out ways to be the center of attention.

However you made one big mistake and that was when you decided to put your hands on me, but that’s nothing compared to the way you tried to deconstruct my wife, and I am going to make you pay for all of it. As you can see I didn’t hesitate to put my rematch clause on the line in this match because that doesn’t mean anything to me. I believe in my own abilities and know that I am GOING to be the champion again. I will FIND my way back to the food chain and I don’t need a cheap easy way to get there.

I am the real fucking deal and the old Crystal Hilton is back. I don’t have doubts in ability to get to where I want with my hard work ethic but I have a feeling that isn’t the case when it comes to you. Had you truly believed in yourself you wouldn’t have taken the easy way out just to get here. At Blaze of Glory we are going to fight one another in a Japanese Death Match and now I can do all I want to you and its well within the rules of the match.

I am going to maim you and I am going to make you out to be my personal Bitch. You could never replace me, and you could never be on my level. You had a run as an Internet Champion which is a good thing but I made it back to the top of the food chain again. I won an unprecedented sixth World Championship and I did so by beating the current Blast From The Past winner.

I beat the best that this company had to offer and if that wasn’t enough I won a tournament including the very best of SCW. I proved that I still had it. I know you might have felt happy when you were in control and our partnership showed you at the forefront of things but over time I changed that narrative.

A focused Crystal is definitely one that is not like none other. You just couldn’t take it anymore and you just had to get rid of me.

You haven’t accomplished as I have even though you constantly love to tell yourself stupid statistics that don’t mean a thing such as you have won this amount of matches, and you have done this and done that. Nobody gives a shit to be honest.

It’s like trying to compare Lebron James with that of Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

Sure on paper everyone is going to try to ride Lebron like he is the greatest ever because he broke Kareem’s all-time scoring record and holding onto that like it makes him the most important person in the world, but LeBron is also known as a choke arts and not always winning in the finals and doing what’s needed when it really matters. He also played more seasons than Kareem so yeah of course he would have the scoring record.

Kareem on the other hand has six world championships, six MVPS, and in his twenty seasons of being a professional player he made it to 19 All Star games. That’s just being dominant when it matters.

I may not have been here as long as Vargas has but I made more of my opportunities and I know I am so much better than you. Come Blaze of Glory I am going to show you just how much better than you I am.

Time is ticking and nothing will stop me from proving why I am the best woman to have ever stepped foot in this company. You bring your best because I will put you on the shelf. Mark my words on that…