Post by Mercedes Vargas on Feb 16, 2013 12:01:03 GMT -6
I've been a part of New Championship Wrestling for I don't even know how long, and believe me when I say this, as a member of its Starlets Division I've seen some things that would make the casual fan wonder if the women's division has seen better days. I've seen girls come and girls go, I've seen the rise and fall of the Starlets tag team division, I've seen a pompous jackass make the division into their own perverted fantasy land, I've seen people retire, as in the case of Amy Marshall, or like Rayne, Alysson Gardner, and Ayla St. James, let go from the company, I've seen the World Starlets Tag Team Championship fought over by male tag teams, and then said titles used as a prop as said jackass and his partner carried them for weeks before the titles were quietly returned to inactivity. And I've seen and have had to live through two of the worst singles Starlets Championship reigns in recent memory.
And as the world turns, it seems as if we're unfortunately returning to those dark days. The outcome of last week's title match did leave a mixture of emotions for everyone involved: Jasmine was dismayed, Megan was indifferent, and Jennifer got her vindication and is now Starlets Champion once again.
Oh, and as for me?
Well, the whole scene made me want to puke.
Good thing I had my sick bucket nearby.
Another title match and yet again I couldn't get the job done. I wasn't pinned, but it doesn't make the realization any better, not to mention my mood lately. To be known as someone who can talk the talk, who always come up short, who is always so close and yet so far gets irritating after awhile and people start to lose faith in you that you'll never anount to anything. I'm starting to even question that myself though my foolish pride or ego refuses to let me dwell in on those fears.
I'm a former Starlets Tag Team Champion, I made it all the way to the finals of last year's Starlets Road to the Gold Tournament and, yes, I defeated Zelda Knite in singles competition, a feat no one other than her sister-in-law can lay claim to. I've beaten countless Starlets, past and present, and while 2013 has gotten off to a rocky start, hope springs eternal and it will only be a matter of time, a matter of when, not if, and a matter of who I'll have to go through to get another shot at the Starlets Championship.
And I think I'm well on my way.
First up, Emma Danielson.
The dawn of a new year means a new beginning. And new possibilities and opportunities. More importantly, a new year means a fresh start. 2012 was a moderate success. Maybe even less than that.
(The scene opens on light traffic. Taxis and buses are a blur bypassing a number of neon and LED signs. We cut to where we find pedestrians gathered in Times Square for on this chilly New Year's Eve in New York City. Amongst the crowd shivering behind an iron barricade with a clear view of One Times Square is Carmen, who seems to be waiting for someone. The camera shifts to one section of the crowd as people start turning around. Mercedes swarms through the crowd and Carmen turns around at the sound of her voice.)
Carmen: I was wondering where you went off to.
Mercedes: Sorry, had to stop to pick up something. So, what did I miss?
Carmen: Well, other than Taylor Swift and that Korean rapper everyone's talking about?
Mercedes: Psy? Gangnam Style?
Carmen: Yeah, that. Not much. You brought grapes. Why?
Mercedes: It's tradition.
Carmen: I don't know if anyone told you this, but we're not in Spain.
Mercedes: I know. I was just hungry.
What have I learned in 2012? It was a good question. They say that in life, nothing ever stays the same, though I wonder if I could say the same for myself. Have I really changed at all last year? Another good question. Did I manage to reach all my goals over the past twelve months?
(Mercedes reaches into her trenchcoat and pulls out the folded piece of paper that was her accomplishments. Carmen pauses from checking something she received on her cellphone.)
Carmen: What's that?
Mercedes: Just my goals for 2012, which I never was able to accomplish.
Carmen:[/strong] Well, I wouldn't say that.
(Before she knew it, Carmen already had the list in her hand, reading it aloud.)
Carmen: Defeat Alysson Gardner. Win Starlets Championship. Become Starlets Road to the Gold Champion. Audition for hostess for La Voz...Mexico?
Mercedes: Well, a girl can dream, right?
Carmen: And, of course, finally beating Sydney Knite. At least that was an accomplishment.
(I don't know about The Voice Mexico, but at least you're not selling yourself short like you always do..)
(Mercedes snatches the paper away from Carmen, clearly offended..)
Mercedes: I'm always coming up short, but thanks for your concern.
While people like Jennifer Williams and Freya Davis was enjoying their careers, it seems as if mine was always at a standstill. My supposed “comeback”, wasn't anything but. There was no April surprise, let alone an October surprise.
Carmen: So what if you weren't able to accomplish everything on your 'to do list, Merce, there's always next year.
Mercedes: Thank you Little Miss Sunshine. Next can't come soon enough.
I think it's fair to say that Roberto Verona is the most hated person in NCW. He's got charisma, he's got style, can outwrestle just about anyone on the roster, and ladies, did you get a wiff of his new cologne, 401k? Quite the charmed life, yeah? But I digress.
I like to think that I'm the most hated person after Kelly when it comes to the Starlets, and for why I am met with such hostility I'll never know. To the surprise of no one, I've made quite a few enemies. From Freya to Crystal to Jennifer, I can't even go backstage without being a little cautious for my own safety. And I know Emma, I know. You're just chompin' at the bit, because, hey, you've got yourself an easy win this week against Mercedes Vargas. And why not? You've already beaten me tw'ice so far, and I'm starting to think you enjoy these encounters so much that now that you're rubbing shouders with the high echelon of NCW management, perhaps you'll convince The Conways to have you booked against me every week.
I'm glad that you found new friends and all, but did it had to be with the person who fired your old friends? But then you were never one to hold grudges. When we all believed that you were going to be fired, I died a little inside, Emma. Sure, it was just a rumour and who knew that if it did happen, it would be a grey day in the women's division, but thankfully we still have you around. Thanks to Jake "The Ace" Conway, you're the latest member to join his staff, and I'm sure he could not have made an excellent choice. Just when you think you really know a person, it turns out you really don't. Maybe you were right. Maybe I didn't know you as much as I thought I did. Those fans could not have been more wrong, though, and I agree with you. You didn't sell out, Emma, you sold in. God takes care of drunks and fools, and you happen to be both. Well, it's something I would have said about you, but that doesn't apply to you anymore. Nope. No longer do you have to turn to drinking to make yourself feel important again, you're a member of corporate now. Taking charge to finally turn your life around was a bold thing to do, you're a success story and an inspiration to millions of little girls everywhere. And, hey, I suppose "congrats" are in order for your transformation. I guess that means we won't be seeing you at the bar for Karoke Tuesdays, no more paying the tab and arriving home at two in the morning, no more cursing like a sailor. Why, Emma, if I didn't know better, I think you're trying to become a saint. I wonder if joining a convent is your next calling?
All joking aside, however, the "clean living, soft spoken, and new and improved Emma Danielson" hasn't had much success in between the ropes lately, despite your efforts. Jasmine, Rose, Crystal last week. The Emma Danielson I used to know took no prisoners, the Emma I used to know - the Jack Daniels sipping, Heiniken drinking, showtunes listening - would have wiped the canvas with them. You're slipping, Em, and if I were you, which I am not, I would make sure to take this match very seriously.
Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't get to go to the pancake social. The Conways would be so disappointed, and we can't have that now, can we?
Andrew, I'm sure, isn't too keen on being called a boy scoutt, but I guess it can't be helped. He means well, he means well, and takes the ribbing in stride, which got me to thinking, Emma: If Andy is a boy scout, wouldn't that make you the "girl scout", at least when it comes to being with the corporate? No, just think about this for a second. Between you, Jennifer, and Andy's sister, all of you have roles to play in spreading the gospel in Kelly's administration and in the Starlets Division, which I'm sure is probably the requirement to get badges.
Oh, and selling cookies.
The important thing here is that the Conways havse put you to task and doesn't want failure.
How else would you get those badges?
Plus, they really should look about getting you girls some uniforms.
Look, Em, if you didn't get anything out of my rambling musings, I just want you to know that you are so much better than this, and you can do much better than this. Saturday night is alright for fighting, and I know I'm in for one come Trauma. I know that I face another David versus Goliath struggle, but I'm coming prepared.
Better get my slingshot.[/color]
And as the world turns, it seems as if we're unfortunately returning to those dark days. The outcome of last week's title match did leave a mixture of emotions for everyone involved: Jasmine was dismayed, Megan was indifferent, and Jennifer got her vindication and is now Starlets Champion once again.
Oh, and as for me?
Well, the whole scene made me want to puke.
Good thing I had my sick bucket nearby.
Another title match and yet again I couldn't get the job done. I wasn't pinned, but it doesn't make the realization any better, not to mention my mood lately. To be known as someone who can talk the talk, who always come up short, who is always so close and yet so far gets irritating after awhile and people start to lose faith in you that you'll never anount to anything. I'm starting to even question that myself though my foolish pride or ego refuses to let me dwell in on those fears.
I'm a former Starlets Tag Team Champion, I made it all the way to the finals of last year's Starlets Road to the Gold Tournament and, yes, I defeated Zelda Knite in singles competition, a feat no one other than her sister-in-law can lay claim to. I've beaten countless Starlets, past and present, and while 2013 has gotten off to a rocky start, hope springs eternal and it will only be a matter of time, a matter of when, not if, and a matter of who I'll have to go through to get another shot at the Starlets Championship.
And I think I'm well on my way.
First up, Emma Danielson.
_______≈₪≈______
Monday, December 31, 2012
Times Square
Manhattan, New York
Times Square
Manhattan, New York
The dawn of a new year means a new beginning. And new possibilities and opportunities. More importantly, a new year means a fresh start. 2012 was a moderate success. Maybe even less than that.
(The scene opens on light traffic. Taxis and buses are a blur bypassing a number of neon and LED signs. We cut to where we find pedestrians gathered in Times Square for on this chilly New Year's Eve in New York City. Amongst the crowd shivering behind an iron barricade with a clear view of One Times Square is Carmen, who seems to be waiting for someone. The camera shifts to one section of the crowd as people start turning around. Mercedes swarms through the crowd and Carmen turns around at the sound of her voice.)
Carmen: I was wondering where you went off to.
Mercedes: Sorry, had to stop to pick up something. So, what did I miss?
Carmen: Well, other than Taylor Swift and that Korean rapper everyone's talking about?
Mercedes: Psy? Gangnam Style?
Carmen: Yeah, that. Not much. You brought grapes. Why?
Mercedes: It's tradition.
Carmen: I don't know if anyone told you this, but we're not in Spain.
Mercedes: I know. I was just hungry.
What have I learned in 2012? It was a good question. They say that in life, nothing ever stays the same, though I wonder if I could say the same for myself. Have I really changed at all last year? Another good question. Did I manage to reach all my goals over the past twelve months?
(Mercedes reaches into her trenchcoat and pulls out the folded piece of paper that was her accomplishments. Carmen pauses from checking something she received on her cellphone.)
Carmen: What's that?
Mercedes: Just my goals for 2012, which I never was able to accomplish.
Carmen:[/strong] Well, I wouldn't say that.
(Before she knew it, Carmen already had the list in her hand, reading it aloud.)
Carmen: Defeat Alysson Gardner. Win Starlets Championship. Become Starlets Road to the Gold Champion. Audition for hostess for La Voz...Mexico?
Mercedes: Well, a girl can dream, right?
Carmen: And, of course, finally beating Sydney Knite. At least that was an accomplishment.
(I don't know about The Voice Mexico, but at least you're not selling yourself short like you always do..)
(Mercedes snatches the paper away from Carmen, clearly offended..)
Mercedes: I'm always coming up short, but thanks for your concern.
While people like Jennifer Williams and Freya Davis was enjoying their careers, it seems as if mine was always at a standstill. My supposed “comeback”, wasn't anything but. There was no April surprise, let alone an October surprise.
Carmen: So what if you weren't able to accomplish everything on your 'to do list, Merce, there's always next year.
Mercedes: Thank you Little Miss Sunshine. Next can't come soon enough.
_______≈₪≈_ _____
I think it's fair to say that Roberto Verona is the most hated person in NCW. He's got charisma, he's got style, can outwrestle just about anyone on the roster, and ladies, did you get a wiff of his new cologne, 401k? Quite the charmed life, yeah? But I digress.
I like to think that I'm the most hated person after Kelly when it comes to the Starlets, and for why I am met with such hostility I'll never know. To the surprise of no one, I've made quite a few enemies. From Freya to Crystal to Jennifer, I can't even go backstage without being a little cautious for my own safety. And I know Emma, I know. You're just chompin' at the bit, because, hey, you've got yourself an easy win this week against Mercedes Vargas. And why not? You've already beaten me tw'ice so far, and I'm starting to think you enjoy these encounters so much that now that you're rubbing shouders with the high echelon of NCW management, perhaps you'll convince The Conways to have you booked against me every week.
I'm glad that you found new friends and all, but did it had to be with the person who fired your old friends? But then you were never one to hold grudges. When we all believed that you were going to be fired, I died a little inside, Emma. Sure, it was just a rumour and who knew that if it did happen, it would be a grey day in the women's division, but thankfully we still have you around. Thanks to Jake "The Ace" Conway, you're the latest member to join his staff, and I'm sure he could not have made an excellent choice. Just when you think you really know a person, it turns out you really don't. Maybe you were right. Maybe I didn't know you as much as I thought I did. Those fans could not have been more wrong, though, and I agree with you. You didn't sell out, Emma, you sold in. God takes care of drunks and fools, and you happen to be both. Well, it's something I would have said about you, but that doesn't apply to you anymore. Nope. No longer do you have to turn to drinking to make yourself feel important again, you're a member of corporate now. Taking charge to finally turn your life around was a bold thing to do, you're a success story and an inspiration to millions of little girls everywhere. And, hey, I suppose "congrats" are in order for your transformation. I guess that means we won't be seeing you at the bar for Karoke Tuesdays, no more paying the tab and arriving home at two in the morning, no more cursing like a sailor. Why, Emma, if I didn't know better, I think you're trying to become a saint. I wonder if joining a convent is your next calling?
All joking aside, however, the "clean living, soft spoken, and new and improved Emma Danielson" hasn't had much success in between the ropes lately, despite your efforts. Jasmine, Rose, Crystal last week. The Emma Danielson I used to know took no prisoners, the Emma I used to know - the Jack Daniels sipping, Heiniken drinking, showtunes listening - would have wiped the canvas with them. You're slipping, Em, and if I were you, which I am not, I would make sure to take this match very seriously.
Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't get to go to the pancake social. The Conways would be so disappointed, and we can't have that now, can we?
Andrew, I'm sure, isn't too keen on being called a boy scoutt, but I guess it can't be helped. He means well, he means well, and takes the ribbing in stride, which got me to thinking, Emma: If Andy is a boy scout, wouldn't that make you the "girl scout", at least when it comes to being with the corporate? No, just think about this for a second. Between you, Jennifer, and Andy's sister, all of you have roles to play in spreading the gospel in Kelly's administration and in the Starlets Division, which I'm sure is probably the requirement to get badges.
Oh, and selling cookies.
The important thing here is that the Conways havse put you to task and doesn't want failure.
How else would you get those badges?
Plus, they really should look about getting you girls some uniforms.
Look, Em, if you didn't get anything out of my rambling musings, I just want you to know that you are so much better than this, and you can do much better than this. Saturday night is alright for fighting, and I know I'm in for one come Trauma. I know that I face another David versus Goliath struggle, but I'm coming prepared.
Better get my slingshot.[/color]