Post by Mercedes on Feb 2, 2012 14:53:11 GMT -6
The scene opens up as we can see Mercedes, strutting around her apartment, in a nice black lace bra, with bra and red silk panties, her hair nearly bleached blonde hair, tied into pigtails, before she sits down on a leather couch, revealing pink and black striped knee high socks, suddenly, there is a knock at the door, as Mercedes pours two glasses of wine, before standing up, and dropping the bra, exposing just her backside to the camera.
Trent is so mine....Come In!
The door slowly opens, as Mercedes jumps up, hoping to remain Trent of her best assets, as muh to her disapointment, Simon Daye walks in the door...
What the hell are you doing here!?!?!?!?
Simon tilts his head to the side, and examines Mercedes exposed breasts....
They really did a good job with that whole nipple reduction.
Suddenly, the two glasses of win, that were in Mercedes hand, go flying, the first one, shatters against the wall, sending the dark red liquid, as well as glass smashing against her bright blue walls, Simon snickles at her horrible aim, but quickly has to duck, when the other glass comes flying by his head, nearly catching him between the eyes, Mercedes quickly puts on a nearby robe, to cover up, the outfit, she was saving for Trent.
You never answered my question, Why are you here, and not Trent....
The plan didn't work....
What, do you mean, it didn't work, don't tell me, your idiot, UN-employed ass, couldn't figure out how to hit the little red button to record you, kissing Ashlie and driving Trent away from her.
Who do you think you are women, talking to me, like that? I did exactly as you planned this out, I recorded it, and took it over to Trent, and showed him the footage...
And?
He nearly decided to pull out his laser gun and turn me into dust...
Mercedes just goes silent...
What's wrong?
This is more problematic then I expected....He already is too deep with her....where he isn't going to listen to reason, he's completely under her spell.
Mercedes is silent with disbelief, upon figuring this out.
Well, we could always hook up.
Suddenly, Mercedes just sends her right fist outwards, and smashes it into the jaw of Simon Daye..
You're a Minor Leaguer, I only date World Champions....
Simon holds his cheek, where Mercedes clocked him.
Wait....didn't you say, she was training with Adam Knite again?
Yes, but you think that is going to work, isn't he like Trent's gay lover or something?
Mercedes reaches into her robes pocket, and pulls her hand back out, revealing her brass knuckles.
Wanna say that again?
Simon, not wanting to be smashed in the face again, simply bites his tongue for once in his career.
I'm just saying, isn't he Trent's Best Friend, You don't seriously think, you could turn him against Trent, could you?
No, but, Trent is another story, Trent's emotional state isn't right, clearly as seen, by who he's dating right now, but Adam is a Hall Of Famer, and with not many of them left to stand up to him, we could swing this to our advantage, Simon, I need you to keep following Ashlie around, we just got to hope, Ashlie, or Adam manages to screw up, while you're watching, we can use that, to Drive Adam and Ashlie apart, and if Ashlie decides to follow Adam, with Kelly being a unknown right now, we could break them up, and I could reclaim Edward as my own.
That seems like alot of work.
You want Ashlie back, don't you?
Simon remains quiet, shockingly for him, and nods his head...
Mercedes smiles, and pours two more glasses of wine.
To getting back our Edward and Bella back...
Mercedes hands a glass of wine, toward simon, who takes it, as the scene fades out.
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There are three things in this world I hate.
The first are The Blade movies, I mean, why would they make crap like them, well, I guess they don't anymore, as Wesley Snipes career is more dried up then any chance of Joe Everyman ever, ever having a successful career outside of his three National Title wins, his one X-Treme champion win, that we all forgot ever happened, and some other thing he did, like winning a tournament, no one cares about, but back on the Blade movies, I seriously hate them, why would they make Vampires seems so, so unattractive, even Parker Poser, who I had a crush on, growing up, watching her in Fast Time as Ridgemont High, was kinda, not a pretty sight, thru she gave Blade a boner, what does this have to do with anything, well, it has nothing to do with anything, much like Amy Marshall.
Which is the second thing I hate, Amy Marshall, she bores me, she can't really wrestle that well, all she does, is try to blow everyone, correction, she stopped doing that, which in turn, took away any personality she ever had, outside of yelling people to go F themselves, and speaking in her default angry voice.
For a example of that, see a Joe Everyman promo.
It seems, that each month, I'm forced into the same situlation with you Amy, forced to stand here and wait my time, speaking my mind about you, as clearly I've shown, I have no time to deal with your bull****, your angry teenage bull**** that you pull, well into your thirties, how you mock me, for wanting Trent back, when there was a time, you attempted to sleep with him, and act as he isn't a catch now, when he rejected you, because his friendship to Ander is more important then you only becoming the 681st hottest person he's ever sleeped with.
I'm never going to like you Amy, quite frankly, everytime I hear you talk, I wish to cut my wrist and cry in a pool of blood like a attention seeking teenager, who is sad because someone rejected them, here is a hint of advice Amy, when was the last time, you ever been involved in one of the higher members of nCw, or even were talked about, outside of a opponent, trash-talking you, because they had the misforunate task of being matched up against you.
You have been successful, and that's pretty much, the thing I have always hated about you Amy. It's not that you're remotely any good, it's just, somehow you continue to get lucky, time after time, then again, I guess that comes with spending most of your life, as a creature of the night.
First, you got lucky, by even landing this job, then when your Evil Pimp, showed up, we all wished things were going to change, Amy Marshall was going to leave nCw, she was going to go back, to smelling like burning rubber and dried up pancake batter on the streets of Canada 2.0, from which she came, but no, lucky you managed to get Zelda Knite as a partner, and your juggling talents, were wasted again, so that we could have the misfortune of having a nice seven minute piss break each time, you show up on TV, then the biggest piece of luck, that happened on American Television, when by some divine miricle, wheither if it was Xenu, John Goodman, a M Night Shmalyan plot twist, or Jesus Christ himself, you became World Champion...
Now, I could say, you clearly have skills, but being in the ring, so much with you, and knowing, I process nearly zero wrestling skills and strictly get by on fits of Rage, and channeling the spirit of Mike Haggar, I'm clearly your superior, but like every lucky being out there, The 1996 Colts, The San Diego Padres of a few years ago, and even Charlie Bombay's Mighty Ducks, your luck, eventually runs out, and Amy...
There will be no record made in the process, You and Kathleen, won't be becoming the first two Starlet's to hold the Tag Belts, for a second time, I may hate Ashlie with a passion, but my championship reign, isn't going to be ending by your hands, it won't be by Conway, not even the Goddess of the entire world of Women Wrestling in Zelda Famularo is going to be able to take this championship away from me.
I'm not about to let, The Lucky Charm of Amy Marshall overcome me, Do you know who I am Amy, I am the Unbreakable Female Legend, I'm the Starlet with the most devasting right hand in the entire sport right now. You're nothing more, then a hack, who for far too long, has gotten by, just being at the right place at the right time, but come Monday Morning, when you wake up, after being hit with this right hand, You will bow down, you will worship me, you will lick my toes, and know that Mercedes Lewis, is not your equal......She is superior, in every way to you.
Then, there is you, and your great skills of clearly stating the obvicious, like, Me and Ashlie don't get along, Yes, we heard it all before, Me and Ashlie, are more then likely going to end up killing each other over a being who has managed to grace us with is presence from the Stars Above, but let me remind you of something Kathleen.
Me and Ashlie, may hate each other, but we clearly both agree, we don't want you or Amy Marshall taking theses shiny pieces of foil away from us, And while, before and after that bell rings, We will continue to wish, the other would have a Piano, magically fall ontop of the other, but you can bet, from Bell To Bell....We are going to be able to Co-Exist, Seven Minutes is all the time we need, the other twenty-three hours and change, we can spend trying to plot the others death, but in between, the time, the bell ring to start the match, and to the point, you or Marshall is forced a quick exit from the ring.
Now, this would be the time, I once again, declare some kind of respect for you, that I clearly don't have for Amy, but as with each time, you won't even mention it, so guess what Kathleen, You're below me in the pecking order, and from this point onwards, I saw refer to you as Crumpets.
Say what you will Crumpets, chances are, it's something you once said six months, ago and only rehashed it, regardless, I have the luxary of posting this promo to nCw server, before you and Amy, managed to even get out of bed for the week, which means.
I don't have to hear puns, and lame dialogue, and Chad Lights used as a prop!
YAY ME!
As for you Ashlie, count your blessings girl, you may have been able to to best me once again, after my plan, has seemingly failed to lure Trent away from you, like I mentioned to Crumpets here, I still hate you, I still hope Trent's oversized Penis goes a little too far inside of you, and raptures both your kidneys, but for however long it takes this Sunday, I have your back, But as soon as that bell rings, and we are handed our belts, You can belt, my special friend in my pocket, will be wanting to get up close and personal....with you skull...
Later Bitch.
Trent is so mine....Come In!
The door slowly opens, as Mercedes jumps up, hoping to remain Trent of her best assets, as muh to her disapointment, Simon Daye walks in the door...
What the hell are you doing here!?!?!?!?
Simon tilts his head to the side, and examines Mercedes exposed breasts....
They really did a good job with that whole nipple reduction.
Suddenly, the two glasses of win, that were in Mercedes hand, go flying, the first one, shatters against the wall, sending the dark red liquid, as well as glass smashing against her bright blue walls, Simon snickles at her horrible aim, but quickly has to duck, when the other glass comes flying by his head, nearly catching him between the eyes, Mercedes quickly puts on a nearby robe, to cover up, the outfit, she was saving for Trent.
You never answered my question, Why are you here, and not Trent....
The plan didn't work....
What, do you mean, it didn't work, don't tell me, your idiot, UN-employed ass, couldn't figure out how to hit the little red button to record you, kissing Ashlie and driving Trent away from her.
Who do you think you are women, talking to me, like that? I did exactly as you planned this out, I recorded it, and took it over to Trent, and showed him the footage...
And?
He nearly decided to pull out his laser gun and turn me into dust...
Mercedes just goes silent...
What's wrong?
This is more problematic then I expected....He already is too deep with her....where he isn't going to listen to reason, he's completely under her spell.
Mercedes is silent with disbelief, upon figuring this out.
Well, we could always hook up.
Suddenly, Mercedes just sends her right fist outwards, and smashes it into the jaw of Simon Daye..
You're a Minor Leaguer, I only date World Champions....
Simon holds his cheek, where Mercedes clocked him.
Wait....didn't you say, she was training with Adam Knite again?
Yes, but you think that is going to work, isn't he like Trent's gay lover or something?
Mercedes reaches into her robes pocket, and pulls her hand back out, revealing her brass knuckles.
Wanna say that again?
Simon, not wanting to be smashed in the face again, simply bites his tongue for once in his career.
I'm just saying, isn't he Trent's Best Friend, You don't seriously think, you could turn him against Trent, could you?
No, but, Trent is another story, Trent's emotional state isn't right, clearly as seen, by who he's dating right now, but Adam is a Hall Of Famer, and with not many of them left to stand up to him, we could swing this to our advantage, Simon, I need you to keep following Ashlie around, we just got to hope, Ashlie, or Adam manages to screw up, while you're watching, we can use that, to Drive Adam and Ashlie apart, and if Ashlie decides to follow Adam, with Kelly being a unknown right now, we could break them up, and I could reclaim Edward as my own.
That seems like alot of work.
You want Ashlie back, don't you?
Simon remains quiet, shockingly for him, and nods his head...
Mercedes smiles, and pours two more glasses of wine.
To getting back our Edward and Bella back...
Mercedes hands a glass of wine, toward simon, who takes it, as the scene fades out.
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There are three things in this world I hate.
The first are The Blade movies, I mean, why would they make crap like them, well, I guess they don't anymore, as Wesley Snipes career is more dried up then any chance of Joe Everyman ever, ever having a successful career outside of his three National Title wins, his one X-Treme champion win, that we all forgot ever happened, and some other thing he did, like winning a tournament, no one cares about, but back on the Blade movies, I seriously hate them, why would they make Vampires seems so, so unattractive, even Parker Poser, who I had a crush on, growing up, watching her in Fast Time as Ridgemont High, was kinda, not a pretty sight, thru she gave Blade a boner, what does this have to do with anything, well, it has nothing to do with anything, much like Amy Marshall.
Which is the second thing I hate, Amy Marshall, she bores me, she can't really wrestle that well, all she does, is try to blow everyone, correction, she stopped doing that, which in turn, took away any personality she ever had, outside of yelling people to go F themselves, and speaking in her default angry voice.
For a example of that, see a Joe Everyman promo.
It seems, that each month, I'm forced into the same situlation with you Amy, forced to stand here and wait my time, speaking my mind about you, as clearly I've shown, I have no time to deal with your bull****, your angry teenage bull**** that you pull, well into your thirties, how you mock me, for wanting Trent back, when there was a time, you attempted to sleep with him, and act as he isn't a catch now, when he rejected you, because his friendship to Ander is more important then you only becoming the 681st hottest person he's ever sleeped with.
I'm never going to like you Amy, quite frankly, everytime I hear you talk, I wish to cut my wrist and cry in a pool of blood like a attention seeking teenager, who is sad because someone rejected them, here is a hint of advice Amy, when was the last time, you ever been involved in one of the higher members of nCw, or even were talked about, outside of a opponent, trash-talking you, because they had the misforunate task of being matched up against you.
You have been successful, and that's pretty much, the thing I have always hated about you Amy. It's not that you're remotely any good, it's just, somehow you continue to get lucky, time after time, then again, I guess that comes with spending most of your life, as a creature of the night.
First, you got lucky, by even landing this job, then when your Evil Pimp, showed up, we all wished things were going to change, Amy Marshall was going to leave nCw, she was going to go back, to smelling like burning rubber and dried up pancake batter on the streets of Canada 2.0, from which she came, but no, lucky you managed to get Zelda Knite as a partner, and your juggling talents, were wasted again, so that we could have the misfortune of having a nice seven minute piss break each time, you show up on TV, then the biggest piece of luck, that happened on American Television, when by some divine miricle, wheither if it was Xenu, John Goodman, a M Night Shmalyan plot twist, or Jesus Christ himself, you became World Champion...
Now, I could say, you clearly have skills, but being in the ring, so much with you, and knowing, I process nearly zero wrestling skills and strictly get by on fits of Rage, and channeling the spirit of Mike Haggar, I'm clearly your superior, but like every lucky being out there, The 1996 Colts, The San Diego Padres of a few years ago, and even Charlie Bombay's Mighty Ducks, your luck, eventually runs out, and Amy...
There will be no record made in the process, You and Kathleen, won't be becoming the first two Starlet's to hold the Tag Belts, for a second time, I may hate Ashlie with a passion, but my championship reign, isn't going to be ending by your hands, it won't be by Conway, not even the Goddess of the entire world of Women Wrestling in Zelda Famularo is going to be able to take this championship away from me.
I'm not about to let, The Lucky Charm of Amy Marshall overcome me, Do you know who I am Amy, I am the Unbreakable Female Legend, I'm the Starlet with the most devasting right hand in the entire sport right now. You're nothing more, then a hack, who for far too long, has gotten by, just being at the right place at the right time, but come Monday Morning, when you wake up, after being hit with this right hand, You will bow down, you will worship me, you will lick my toes, and know that Mercedes Lewis, is not your equal......She is superior, in every way to you.
Then, there is you, and your great skills of clearly stating the obvicious, like, Me and Ashlie don't get along, Yes, we heard it all before, Me and Ashlie, are more then likely going to end up killing each other over a being who has managed to grace us with is presence from the Stars Above, but let me remind you of something Kathleen.
Me and Ashlie, may hate each other, but we clearly both agree, we don't want you or Amy Marshall taking theses shiny pieces of foil away from us, And while, before and after that bell rings, We will continue to wish, the other would have a Piano, magically fall ontop of the other, but you can bet, from Bell To Bell....We are going to be able to Co-Exist, Seven Minutes is all the time we need, the other twenty-three hours and change, we can spend trying to plot the others death, but in between, the time, the bell ring to start the match, and to the point, you or Marshall is forced a quick exit from the ring.
Now, this would be the time, I once again, declare some kind of respect for you, that I clearly don't have for Amy, but as with each time, you won't even mention it, so guess what Kathleen, You're below me in the pecking order, and from this point onwards, I saw refer to you as Crumpets.
Say what you will Crumpets, chances are, it's something you once said six months, ago and only rehashed it, regardless, I have the luxary of posting this promo to nCw server, before you and Amy, managed to even get out of bed for the week, which means.
I don't have to hear puns, and lame dialogue, and Chad Lights used as a prop!
YAY ME!
As for you Ashlie, count your blessings girl, you may have been able to to best me once again, after my plan, has seemingly failed to lure Trent away from you, like I mentioned to Crumpets here, I still hate you, I still hope Trent's oversized Penis goes a little too far inside of you, and raptures both your kidneys, but for however long it takes this Sunday, I have your back, But as soon as that bell rings, and we are handed our belts, You can belt, my special friend in my pocket, will be wanting to get up close and personal....with you skull...
Later Bitch.
