Post by Mercedes Vargas on Jul 31, 2011 7:59:22 GMT -6
(We fade in as we find Mercedes relaxing in the comforts of her living room in her New York apartment.)
Long live the Queen.
Wow. I guess the rumours about you were true after all: you really are one sick bitch.
But then, that's what makes you...you. It's almost charming when you think about it. And then you think again.
Patricia Leslie Newborne. You talk about Alice in Wonderland being your favourite book? That's amusing, because this Sunday in Boston, it's down the rabbit hole and back again. You'll see things that you'll never knew existed. Just think! All of your friends will be there: The Mad Hatter, the Queen of Hearts, and even the Cheshire Cat will be more than happy to welcome you. But don't worry about that White Rabbit, because I'll be sending you there myself.
Oh, and by the way, thanks for the back story there, Newborn. Did you know I use to play the violin when I was growing up? In fact, I have one right next to me. So, without further ado, allow me to play the world's saddest song on the smallest violin, and it's just for you. Oh, and listening is free.
(Mercedes actually picks up a violin and holds it across her as she begins tuning up. After plucking the strings and then playing the basic scale, she places the bow and saws away at the strings.)
You want me to analyze you? Wait a minute. Who is the psychology major here? Oh, it's you, isn't it? Why don't you tell me what I'm all about? What makes me tick? Alright, Newborn. I'll play your little game. I just hope I'll make a better use of that degree than you would.
(She puts the instrument aside without taking her eyes off the camera.)
But you're right, Newborn. I can't believe that you were once the top girl in this division, it boggles me. Someone like you? Women's Champion? And then you actually believe yourself to be a threat? Please. You were more like target practice.
Did they have anyone else at the time who could match Zelda Knite? Survey says...Ayla St. James and Rayne. It's funny that throughout the time they've been in this company, they have never beaten her when it counted. I mean, Ayla lost in her first title defense when she was Millenia Champion, and Rayne? Well, she just couldn't get the job done. It's a shame, really. But that was then, and this is now. And right now, Newborn? You'll never get the chance of being a three-time champion. I mean, hell, no one will get that opportunity thanks to Zelda Knite, the one that you so idolize.
Now, what bothers me about this, is how she thinks you're an absolute joke. I don't know, I don't get it. Either she's thinks highly of herself – well, duh, that's pretty damn obvious – or she thinks very little of you, also pretty damn obvious. The point I'm trying to make here is that I'm not sure if that massive ego of yours can take much more punishment before it fractures into a million tiny pieces.
Would you like a broom and dustpan now or to go?
You say you're different, Newborn, but do you actually believe that? Or is it just a lie that you tell yourself each morning you wake up, your personal mantra? The more things change, the more they stay the same. In my eyes, you haven't changed at all. You can hide behind your little fairy tales, and go on your little soapbox and tell anyone who would listen about your former glory. In reality, it's all just white noise to me. You want to know why no one even remembers your reigns as Women's Champion, Newborn? Why you failed? It's because no one bought that you would be a real champion, let alone contender. You were more like, a pretender.
Let me tell you something. I've worked just as hard as you and every damn person in that locker-room. And contrary to what people may have you believe, I didn't sleep my way to the top like, say, Stephanie Sullivan; I scratched and clawed my way, climbed the ladder to get to where I am today, through hard work and perserverance. Call me a leech, I don't care. If that's the nickname I'll be known as for the rest of my wrestling career, then so be it. History says otherwise. And I think every person in this company can easily tell Lewis and myself a part, Newborn. I'm not the one reading Harry Potter by flashlight. Lewis may have came here to NCW long before I did, but in the short time I've been here, I've more than surpassed anything that she has ever done in the past, the present or in the future. Alysson's little cheerleader hasn't said much since her master went on vacation, but even she knows that I'm telling the truth.
What you fail to understand, Newborn, is that I can beat you at anytime, any place, any day, in any match. It doesn't matter what the name of the promotion is, you beating me is never going to happen.
If there's one thing I like about you, it's your adversity. That never-say-die attitude of yours have won you a few matches now and again, but, sadly, I think those fans are going to be in for a disappointment at the pay-per-view, because this isn't going to be just any old regular match – this is going to be a fight. You say you're one tough bitch to keep down? Well, I guess that leaves me no choice but to PUT YOU DOWN! I'm sure Jennifer would love, love, looooove to see that. You broke her heart, and I get to break you in half. One good turn deserves another.
Let's keep this in focus, Trish. You are right about one thing, though: the forecast will read a lot different in Boston, and I'll make sure to bring my umbrella. If there is any rain at all, it will be RAINING...YOUR...BLOOD...THIS...SUNDAY!
(Mercedes picks up her violin again, smiles, and plays us out to a Chopin piece as we fade to black.)
FIN
Long live the Queen.
Wow. I guess the rumours about you were true after all: you really are one sick bitch.
But then, that's what makes you...you. It's almost charming when you think about it. And then you think again.
Patricia Leslie Newborne. You talk about Alice in Wonderland being your favourite book? That's amusing, because this Sunday in Boston, it's down the rabbit hole and back again. You'll see things that you'll never knew existed. Just think! All of your friends will be there: The Mad Hatter, the Queen of Hearts, and even the Cheshire Cat will be more than happy to welcome you. But don't worry about that White Rabbit, because I'll be sending you there myself.
Oh, and by the way, thanks for the back story there, Newborn. Did you know I use to play the violin when I was growing up? In fact, I have one right next to me. So, without further ado, allow me to play the world's saddest song on the smallest violin, and it's just for you. Oh, and listening is free.
(Mercedes actually picks up a violin and holds it across her as she begins tuning up. After plucking the strings and then playing the basic scale, she places the bow and saws away at the strings.)
You want me to analyze you? Wait a minute. Who is the psychology major here? Oh, it's you, isn't it? Why don't you tell me what I'm all about? What makes me tick? Alright, Newborn. I'll play your little game. I just hope I'll make a better use of that degree than you would.
(She puts the instrument aside without taking her eyes off the camera.)
But you're right, Newborn. I can't believe that you were once the top girl in this division, it boggles me. Someone like you? Women's Champion? And then you actually believe yourself to be a threat? Please. You were more like target practice.
Did they have anyone else at the time who could match Zelda Knite? Survey says...Ayla St. James and Rayne. It's funny that throughout the time they've been in this company, they have never beaten her when it counted. I mean, Ayla lost in her first title defense when she was Millenia Champion, and Rayne? Well, she just couldn't get the job done. It's a shame, really. But that was then, and this is now. And right now, Newborn? You'll never get the chance of being a three-time champion. I mean, hell, no one will get that opportunity thanks to Zelda Knite, the one that you so idolize.
Now, what bothers me about this, is how she thinks you're an absolute joke. I don't know, I don't get it. Either she's thinks highly of herself – well, duh, that's pretty damn obvious – or she thinks very little of you, also pretty damn obvious. The point I'm trying to make here is that I'm not sure if that massive ego of yours can take much more punishment before it fractures into a million tiny pieces.
Would you like a broom and dustpan now or to go?
You say you're different, Newborn, but do you actually believe that? Or is it just a lie that you tell yourself each morning you wake up, your personal mantra? The more things change, the more they stay the same. In my eyes, you haven't changed at all. You can hide behind your little fairy tales, and go on your little soapbox and tell anyone who would listen about your former glory. In reality, it's all just white noise to me. You want to know why no one even remembers your reigns as Women's Champion, Newborn? Why you failed? It's because no one bought that you would be a real champion, let alone contender. You were more like, a pretender.
Let me tell you something. I've worked just as hard as you and every damn person in that locker-room. And contrary to what people may have you believe, I didn't sleep my way to the top like, say, Stephanie Sullivan; I scratched and clawed my way, climbed the ladder to get to where I am today, through hard work and perserverance. Call me a leech, I don't care. If that's the nickname I'll be known as for the rest of my wrestling career, then so be it. History says otherwise. And I think every person in this company can easily tell Lewis and myself a part, Newborn. I'm not the one reading Harry Potter by flashlight. Lewis may have came here to NCW long before I did, but in the short time I've been here, I've more than surpassed anything that she has ever done in the past, the present or in the future. Alysson's little cheerleader hasn't said much since her master went on vacation, but even she knows that I'm telling the truth.
What you fail to understand, Newborn, is that I can beat you at anytime, any place, any day, in any match. It doesn't matter what the name of the promotion is, you beating me is never going to happen.
If there's one thing I like about you, it's your adversity. That never-say-die attitude of yours have won you a few matches now and again, but, sadly, I think those fans are going to be in for a disappointment at the pay-per-view, because this isn't going to be just any old regular match – this is going to be a fight. You say you're one tough bitch to keep down? Well, I guess that leaves me no choice but to PUT YOU DOWN! I'm sure Jennifer would love, love, looooove to see that. You broke her heart, and I get to break you in half. One good turn deserves another.
Let's keep this in focus, Trish. You are right about one thing, though: the forecast will read a lot different in Boston, and I'll make sure to bring my umbrella. If there is any rain at all, it will be RAINING...YOUR...BLOOD...THIS...SUNDAY!
(Mercedes picks up her violin again, smiles, and plays us out to a Chopin piece as we fade to black.)
FIN