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Post by Mercedes Vargas on Dec 8, 2012 12:00:48 GMT -6
I beat you. Now, it may not have been the political way to do it, Kathleen, but at the end of the night, my hand was raised in victory, and that’s all that matters. When I woke up this morning, I did my usual routine – checking my cell for e-mails, tweets and the like, eat breakfast, catch up on the latest celebrity gossip, a morning run, and then getting ready to seize the day ahead. I’m still wondering, though, why do I still have a job? I mean, you could have fired me right then and there. I don’t understand.
(Mercedes expresses her surprise and disbelief with a shrug while shaking her head. As her arms go limp, she tilts her head a little with furrowed brow, and then one arm is rigid as it supports her chin while the other arm rests on her abdomen.)
Here was your chance to finally be rid of me, to have that happy ending you wanted, but you didn’t even do that, you wouldn’t do that, or maybe, just maybe, you couldn’t do that. I know I wasn't a good little girl this year, Kathleen, so I'm not too surprised that I got a lump of black coal this year - in the form of...
(She gasps in shock, pretending to be hurt.)
Another triple threat match!?! Oh, you shouldn't have. Or is it, Jake shouldn't have? Whatever.
Addisyn Starr? Tonight, you won't be facing a star in that ring, you won't be facing a superstar in that ring. You'll be facing a supernova. And, Rose? I think you know the history between us already.
Prepare for history to repeat itself.
See you all on Trauma tonight.
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