Post by Mercedes Vargas on Apr 16, 2011 22:20:22 GMT -6
(We open this scene with a view of Mercedes Vargas lying on her side on her living room couch in her New York apartment, listlessly turning the pages of a magazine while wearing black rimmed glasses. As if on cue, she interrupts her reading, tossing the magazine on the table and looks at the camera.)
Steph, the things that come out of your mouth. Do I know how to wrestle? Seriously? Jobber the Hut of the women’s division is asking me whether I know how to wrestle? Here’s a better question: do you know how to win matches? You’ve got only two wins to your name. Two wins. For all your talk of being the best there is in nCw, you sure don’t act like it. And yeah, I beat Roxxxie. It may not be a big deal to you, but it means the world to me. As far as Kelly Knite and your claim that she’s carrying me in matches, you keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. This has nothing to do with Kelly; this is between you, me, and four other people.
(She sits up now at rapt attention, wiping away the few strands of hair that kept getting in her eyes.)
Now, I don't know what game you're playing, Steph, but I'm five steps ahead of you. Just when you thought you've flipped the script, I'm already on the next page. Don't try to mirror my success with your failure in singles competition in Ring of Beauty, let alone here in nCw. You say one thing, but then you say something else. You say that you want to win at Sovereign, but, Steph, all you care about is your petty little feud with Alysson Gardner, and that’s going to eventually lead to your downfall in the battle royal. Fact.
You know, I'm not use to being ignored, but that's okay. I can live with that. I can live with the fact that Alysson thinks I'm just a figment of her imagination, that I don't even exist. Come Sunday, she's going to regret making that mistake because she's going to be in for one rude awakening. Nexus, on the other hand, hasn't said a word. Hey, I don't blame her. I think it would be a perfect time to become a missing person, too.
(Next to the magazine is an empty mik carton that she picks up. Turning it to its side, we see the oh so famous "Have You Seen Me" ads. The face of Nexus can be clearly seen.)
Mercedes Lewis, excluding myself, can (pointing at camera) you guess which of the other competitors in the battle royal will have the honour of being eliminated by me? Wait, do you need time to think this though? Okay, I'll wait.
(Mercedes hums the "Jeopardy" theme to herself as she picks up her magazine and licks her finger as she turns another page. She places the magazine down at the end of the song.)
Did you answer yourself, Mercedes? Awww...I always knew you were smart. We may share the same name and it's unfortunate that it has to happen this way, but as they say, "there can only be one." You are the weakest link. (waves)
Kathleen Conway, I think you’re right – I could do a lot better. But first, I want to take this time to apologize for what I said about you. It was out of line and it was way beneath me.
(She slowly removes her glasses, folding them and places it on top of the magazine.)
First, I’m sorry that you have no life – even if you claim to have nine of them - and spend all day coming out with clever ways to use the letter ‘k’. I’m sorry that I had mistaken you and The Cat Lady as long-lost twins from some parallel universe. I’m sorry that I said your promos put me to sleep…the least they could offer is complimentary room service. I’m sorry that you probably spent lonely nights locked up in solitary confinement during your mental trauma three years ago. I’m sorry that your life plays out like a television soap opera. I’m sorry that your husband, while he has had such a successful career in this company, can’t do much better in his choice in women. Finally, I’m sooooooo sorry that your stay in the battle royal will be as short as your talk show segment.
(She pauses.)
Well, it’s the thought that counts, right? (shrugs)
(She stretches her arms high in the air as she stands to her feet and walks towards the camera.)
I don't know about any of you, but I'm really looking forward to Sovereign. Some may see it as just another match, or the stage to finally get their revenge on that special someone. Others will put in the time and effort and train. Me? (dismissive wave at the camera) I don't need to train, I don't need luck. I've got momentum on my side, and that's all that matters, at least most of the time. And on April 17, Sunday, I'm walking into this match the same way I'm walking out - winning. I'll see you all in Memphis.
FIN
Steph, the things that come out of your mouth. Do I know how to wrestle? Seriously? Jobber the Hut of the women’s division is asking me whether I know how to wrestle? Here’s a better question: do you know how to win matches? You’ve got only two wins to your name. Two wins. For all your talk of being the best there is in nCw, you sure don’t act like it. And yeah, I beat Roxxxie. It may not be a big deal to you, but it means the world to me. As far as Kelly Knite and your claim that she’s carrying me in matches, you keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. This has nothing to do with Kelly; this is between you, me, and four other people.
(She sits up now at rapt attention, wiping away the few strands of hair that kept getting in her eyes.)
Now, I don't know what game you're playing, Steph, but I'm five steps ahead of you. Just when you thought you've flipped the script, I'm already on the next page. Don't try to mirror my success with your failure in singles competition in Ring of Beauty, let alone here in nCw. You say one thing, but then you say something else. You say that you want to win at Sovereign, but, Steph, all you care about is your petty little feud with Alysson Gardner, and that’s going to eventually lead to your downfall in the battle royal. Fact.
You know, I'm not use to being ignored, but that's okay. I can live with that. I can live with the fact that Alysson thinks I'm just a figment of her imagination, that I don't even exist. Come Sunday, she's going to regret making that mistake because she's going to be in for one rude awakening. Nexus, on the other hand, hasn't said a word. Hey, I don't blame her. I think it would be a perfect time to become a missing person, too.
(Next to the magazine is an empty mik carton that she picks up. Turning it to its side, we see the oh so famous "Have You Seen Me" ads. The face of Nexus can be clearly seen.)
Mercedes Lewis, excluding myself, can (pointing at camera) you guess which of the other competitors in the battle royal will have the honour of being eliminated by me? Wait, do you need time to think this though? Okay, I'll wait.
(Mercedes hums the "Jeopardy" theme to herself as she picks up her magazine and licks her finger as she turns another page. She places the magazine down at the end of the song.)
Did you answer yourself, Mercedes? Awww...I always knew you were smart. We may share the same name and it's unfortunate that it has to happen this way, but as they say, "there can only be one." You are the weakest link. (waves)
Kathleen Conway, I think you’re right – I could do a lot better. But first, I want to take this time to apologize for what I said about you. It was out of line and it was way beneath me.
(She slowly removes her glasses, folding them and places it on top of the magazine.)
First, I’m sorry that you have no life – even if you claim to have nine of them - and spend all day coming out with clever ways to use the letter ‘k’. I’m sorry that I had mistaken you and The Cat Lady as long-lost twins from some parallel universe. I’m sorry that I said your promos put me to sleep…the least they could offer is complimentary room service. I’m sorry that you probably spent lonely nights locked up in solitary confinement during your mental trauma three years ago. I’m sorry that your life plays out like a television soap opera. I’m sorry that your husband, while he has had such a successful career in this company, can’t do much better in his choice in women. Finally, I’m sooooooo sorry that your stay in the battle royal will be as short as your talk show segment.
(She pauses.)
Well, it’s the thought that counts, right? (shrugs)
(She stretches her arms high in the air as she stands to her feet and walks towards the camera.)
I don't know about any of you, but I'm really looking forward to Sovereign. Some may see it as just another match, or the stage to finally get their revenge on that special someone. Others will put in the time and effort and train. Me? (dismissive wave at the camera) I don't need to train, I don't need luck. I've got momentum on my side, and that's all that matters, at least most of the time. And on April 17, Sunday, I'm walking into this match the same way I'm walking out - winning. I'll see you all in Memphis.
FIN