Post by Mercedes Vargas on Jul 30, 2011 15:40:43 GMT -6
So, let's go over that checklist again:
Rayne somehow got the pinfall again last week?
Check.
Another “Starlet” fell to the might of BWA?
Check.
Zelda Knite finally came to her senses and returned to NCW?
*Silence*
Oh, wait. That didn't happen last week. Apparently, Mr. Fox got quite the surprise last week:
The Princess was in another frickin' castle - defending the Women's Championship.
I'm sure that laptop was pretty expensive, now it's all in pieces. But you can't put a value on Leonard Fox's health. He probably suffered a stroke after hearing that news. I feel for the owner of this company, I really do. Looks like the Fox just got outfoxed once again.
But back to you, Rayne. We never got a chance to face each other last week during that wild fatal four-way match, and it seems as if that isn't going to happen this Sunday at Picture Perfect, either. Word on the street is, sweetheart, you've got a tag match with Ayla against Matthews and Taylor-Jones. You two sure know how to pick your battles, don't you?
And then you drone on and on and on about the good old days in NCW, with Emma Danielson and all the other original “Starlets”. Do me a favour, will you? Could you get that on DVD or maybe you can write a book about it? With your first-hand knowledge, I see a New York Times Best Seller.
This guilt by association crap? It has to end. I don't know when this whole “I hate Zelda Knite” campaign started, but I can tell you this: I wasn't apart of it. Yes, Zelda Knite was here when I came on board for the few months, and now she's gone. Now, you two can cry foul all you like, but it's not going to change the fact that she isn't coming back to New Championship Wrestling. The “We Want Zelda” chants aren't going to stop. Her so-called “Zombies” are probably going to have to start buying her merchandise on eBay. Believe me, I hate to see Zelda go, but I love to watch her leave.
At least she was careful not to let the door hit her on the ass on the way out.
I can't say the same for the others, but I never lost my voice, Rayne. See, that's where you're wrong. I'm not going to have you place me in your little box, okay? If I want to go behind a camera and talk **** about you and Ayla, I can do that. If I want to cut an in-ring promo and talk **** about you? I can do that. If I want to parade down your neighborhood with a megaphone and tell everyone why you are the biggest pawn on the chessboard of Leonard Fox? I can do that.
And if I want to get in your face? Well, I can do that, too.
But you probably already knew that.
And again, I am sick and tired of your insinuations about who was or wasn't afraid of Zelda Knite. I wasn't afraid of Zelda Knite. If you can find her, Rayne, why don't you go on and ask her if I cowered behind a corner in the tag match I had against her and Crystal Hilton, huh? I'm not afraid of anyone. Not Zelda, and especially not you or your partner.
You say that Shelly isn't the next Zelda, so what the hell does that make you and Ayla being substitutes for the REAL champ? The fact of the matter is that the REAL champ ran away with the only singles title in the damn company, and unless you two have any plans of dragging her ass kicking and screaming back to NCW, Trish Newborn isn't getting her re-match; Emma Danielson won't get to lose to her for the 19th straight time. NO ONE will get the chance to beat Zelda. She may be the Death Star, but she can be beaten, you of all people know that.
First, you and Ayla were rebels without a cause, and now you've suddenly found one worth fighting for? I wonder if it's a cause so worthy? You two want to make the name “Starlet” mean something? I'm not stopping you. Have fun, enjoy yourselves. Matthews wants to fight for the roster? Well, more power to her. I hate repeating myself, but I stated my intentions in NCW from the moment the ink dried on my contract: I came here to forge my own legacy, not to play Cowboys & Indians.
And I just like to add that I really did learn something, Rayne. You're full of it. Two things you're wrong about: One, you and Ayla never beat Kathleen and I, at least in a match that involved the four of us. And two? The REAL Tag Team champs are still here. So, you can take your twenty years, and you can take all of those titles and accomplishments, use it as a dildo, and shove it up your ass.
(A radio plays in the background.)
♫♫One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It's the loneliest number since the number one...♫♫
(Static.)
(We fade into a darkroom where we see a few Polaroids film blanks hanging on a rope with clothespins.)
(Click.)
(The room is bathed in red light as a hand moves away from the pull chain lamp above. The camera pulls back to show Mercedes Vargas; her face gives off an eerily feeling in the crimson light.)
Trish Newborn. How about we get a little personal? Can I call you 'Trisha"? 'Tricia'? You know, let's go with the long version: Patricia. Good, strong Latin name. Looked it up, and it means "noble" Interesting, very interesting.
It can't be any worse than what Zelda Knite likes to call you, Number Two. That is your new nickname, right? I mean, after The Notorious Bitch, Queen of the World, The Crazed Queen...Number Two has a nice ring to it.
“Trish Newborn. Number Two." (echoes; laughs)
(Mercedes removes the Polaroids and walks over to a table. She adjusts herself on the bar stool as she airs out the photo.)
I think we're ready now.
(Mercedes takes up the first photo.)
Can you guess who this is? Do you need a moment? It's you, Trish, it's you.
They say pictures are worth a thousand words, but this? This speaks volumes. It tells me that being number two really sucks. In fact, the entire women's division can be considered as a big number two, because no one will have the chance of being number one anymore, since, you know, our number one fled by night with the title. It breaks my heart, it really does. And I know for you, Trish, since you lost the title to Zelda, each passing moment, you die a little inside. And to think, you've waited with bated breath to avenge that loss. Now it's just a pipe dream. And in Zelda's absence? The last hope of salvaging what's left of this division are in the form of this girl...
and her partner.
They should look familiar to you, Trish. You've beaten them on pay-per-view. BWA wants to help define the Starlets division; they want to bring meaning to the name. I don't know about that. I think they're sending mixed messages. Beating the crap out of the other women doesn't sound like a plan to me; it just pisses everyone else off. They say it's business; I say it's suicide.
So, what does this have to do with our match at Picture Perfect? Nothing. I just wanted to get that out there. But, I realise that this will be our first match against each other in an NCW ring. I get to face another former Women's Champion. Well, in your case a two-time Women's Champion, doesn't make this anymore exciting. As much exciting as, well...history.
You like history, right, Trish?
Do you remember AFPW? That night in Charlotte, North Carolina was probably one of your lowest points in your career. And if I remember correctly, I made you tap. Those fans were chanting three words: “you tapped out”. Over and over and over again. Who knows? Maybe history might repeat itself...if I chose to.
I haven't been on a pre-show match since Sovereign, and that was four months ago. BWA is on the main card of a pay-per-view, and they haven't been seen in over a year.
What's wrong with this picture?
Trish, don't think that I'm not taking you seriously. No, no, no. I'm more than happy to take that three-hour drive from New York to Boston to face you, and I can tell you that I will be leaving Boston with my hand raised in victory. Hey, but I don't want your girlfriend to miss out on all the fun, which is why I went out of my way and purchase an extra ticket, front-row and center. I want her to watch as I not only beat you senseless, but I embarrass you; I humiliate you in front of the millions who pack out the TD Center.
I'm still not all that use to this, how you say, “social media”, but while we're on that subject, you do have a Twitter account, don't you? Well, I cannot wait to read what your next Tweet will be. Because after I waltz into your royal court and kick your ass – again – I'll make sure to bring my camera phone. That way, you'll be on Facebook and become even more famous then you already are.
No need to thank me.
(Mercedes gives the thumbs up, and then the thumbs down and shakes her head “no”.)
Trish, I'll see you in Boston, Mass.
(Mercedes blows an air kiss and offers a sarcastic smirk as we fade.)
FIN
Rayne somehow got the pinfall again last week?
Check.
Another “Starlet” fell to the might of BWA?
Check.
Zelda Knite finally came to her senses and returned to NCW?
*Silence*
Oh, wait. That didn't happen last week. Apparently, Mr. Fox got quite the surprise last week:
The Princess was in another frickin' castle - defending the Women's Championship.
I'm sure that laptop was pretty expensive, now it's all in pieces. But you can't put a value on Leonard Fox's health. He probably suffered a stroke after hearing that news. I feel for the owner of this company, I really do. Looks like the Fox just got outfoxed once again.
But back to you, Rayne. We never got a chance to face each other last week during that wild fatal four-way match, and it seems as if that isn't going to happen this Sunday at Picture Perfect, either. Word on the street is, sweetheart, you've got a tag match with Ayla against Matthews and Taylor-Jones. You two sure know how to pick your battles, don't you?
And then you drone on and on and on about the good old days in NCW, with Emma Danielson and all the other original “Starlets”. Do me a favour, will you? Could you get that on DVD or maybe you can write a book about it? With your first-hand knowledge, I see a New York Times Best Seller.
This guilt by association crap? It has to end. I don't know when this whole “I hate Zelda Knite” campaign started, but I can tell you this: I wasn't apart of it. Yes, Zelda Knite was here when I came on board for the few months, and now she's gone. Now, you two can cry foul all you like, but it's not going to change the fact that she isn't coming back to New Championship Wrestling. The “We Want Zelda” chants aren't going to stop. Her so-called “Zombies” are probably going to have to start buying her merchandise on eBay. Believe me, I hate to see Zelda go, but I love to watch her leave.
At least she was careful not to let the door hit her on the ass on the way out.
I can't say the same for the others, but I never lost my voice, Rayne. See, that's where you're wrong. I'm not going to have you place me in your little box, okay? If I want to go behind a camera and talk **** about you and Ayla, I can do that. If I want to cut an in-ring promo and talk **** about you? I can do that. If I want to parade down your neighborhood with a megaphone and tell everyone why you are the biggest pawn on the chessboard of Leonard Fox? I can do that.
And if I want to get in your face? Well, I can do that, too.
But you probably already knew that.
And again, I am sick and tired of your insinuations about who was or wasn't afraid of Zelda Knite. I wasn't afraid of Zelda Knite. If you can find her, Rayne, why don't you go on and ask her if I cowered behind a corner in the tag match I had against her and Crystal Hilton, huh? I'm not afraid of anyone. Not Zelda, and especially not you or your partner.
You say that Shelly isn't the next Zelda, so what the hell does that make you and Ayla being substitutes for the REAL champ? The fact of the matter is that the REAL champ ran away with the only singles title in the damn company, and unless you two have any plans of dragging her ass kicking and screaming back to NCW, Trish Newborn isn't getting her re-match; Emma Danielson won't get to lose to her for the 19th straight time. NO ONE will get the chance to beat Zelda. She may be the Death Star, but she can be beaten, you of all people know that.
First, you and Ayla were rebels without a cause, and now you've suddenly found one worth fighting for? I wonder if it's a cause so worthy? You two want to make the name “Starlet” mean something? I'm not stopping you. Have fun, enjoy yourselves. Matthews wants to fight for the roster? Well, more power to her. I hate repeating myself, but I stated my intentions in NCW from the moment the ink dried on my contract: I came here to forge my own legacy, not to play Cowboys & Indians.
And I just like to add that I really did learn something, Rayne. You're full of it. Two things you're wrong about: One, you and Ayla never beat Kathleen and I, at least in a match that involved the four of us. And two? The REAL Tag Team champs are still here. So, you can take your twenty years, and you can take all of those titles and accomplishments, use it as a dildo, and shove it up your ass.
_______≈₪≈______
(A radio plays in the background.)
♫♫One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It's the loneliest number since the number one...♫♫
(Static.)
(We fade into a darkroom where we see a few Polaroids film blanks hanging on a rope with clothespins.)
(Click.)
(The room is bathed in red light as a hand moves away from the pull chain lamp above. The camera pulls back to show Mercedes Vargas; her face gives off an eerily feeling in the crimson light.)
Trish Newborn. How about we get a little personal? Can I call you 'Trisha"? 'Tricia'? You know, let's go with the long version: Patricia. Good, strong Latin name. Looked it up, and it means "noble" Interesting, very interesting.
It can't be any worse than what Zelda Knite likes to call you, Number Two. That is your new nickname, right? I mean, after The Notorious Bitch, Queen of the World, The Crazed Queen...Number Two has a nice ring to it.
“Trish Newborn. Number Two." (echoes; laughs)
(Mercedes removes the Polaroids and walks over to a table. She adjusts herself on the bar stool as she airs out the photo.)
I think we're ready now.
(Mercedes takes up the first photo.)
Can you guess who this is? Do you need a moment? It's you, Trish, it's you.
They say pictures are worth a thousand words, but this? This speaks volumes. It tells me that being number two really sucks. In fact, the entire women's division can be considered as a big number two, because no one will have the chance of being number one anymore, since, you know, our number one fled by night with the title. It breaks my heart, it really does. And I know for you, Trish, since you lost the title to Zelda, each passing moment, you die a little inside. And to think, you've waited with bated breath to avenge that loss. Now it's just a pipe dream. And in Zelda's absence? The last hope of salvaging what's left of this division are in the form of this girl...
and her partner.
They should look familiar to you, Trish. You've beaten them on pay-per-view. BWA wants to help define the Starlets division; they want to bring meaning to the name. I don't know about that. I think they're sending mixed messages. Beating the crap out of the other women doesn't sound like a plan to me; it just pisses everyone else off. They say it's business; I say it's suicide.
So, what does this have to do with our match at Picture Perfect? Nothing. I just wanted to get that out there. But, I realise that this will be our first match against each other in an NCW ring. I get to face another former Women's Champion. Well, in your case a two-time Women's Champion, doesn't make this anymore exciting. As much exciting as, well...history.
You like history, right, Trish?
Do you remember AFPW? That night in Charlotte, North Carolina was probably one of your lowest points in your career. And if I remember correctly, I made you tap. Those fans were chanting three words: “you tapped out”. Over and over and over again. Who knows? Maybe history might repeat itself...if I chose to.
I haven't been on a pre-show match since Sovereign, and that was four months ago. BWA is on the main card of a pay-per-view, and they haven't been seen in over a year.
What's wrong with this picture?
Trish, don't think that I'm not taking you seriously. No, no, no. I'm more than happy to take that three-hour drive from New York to Boston to face you, and I can tell you that I will be leaving Boston with my hand raised in victory. Hey, but I don't want your girlfriend to miss out on all the fun, which is why I went out of my way and purchase an extra ticket, front-row and center. I want her to watch as I not only beat you senseless, but I embarrass you; I humiliate you in front of the millions who pack out the TD Center.
I'm still not all that use to this, how you say, “social media”, but while we're on that subject, you do have a Twitter account, don't you? Well, I cannot wait to read what your next Tweet will be. Because after I waltz into your royal court and kick your ass – again – I'll make sure to bring my camera phone. That way, you'll be on Facebook and become even more famous then you already are.
No need to thank me.
(Mercedes gives the thumbs up, and then the thumbs down and shakes her head “no”.)
Trish, I'll see you in Boston, Mass.
(Mercedes blows an air kiss and offers a sarcastic smirk as we fade.)
FIN