Post by Mercedes Vargas on Apr 26, 2012 21:53:40 GMT -6
One week after the remarks made by Nathan Webb in his personal blog, former NCW Starlets Tag Team Champion, Mercedes Vargas, who made her return to NCW at last weekend's Trauma in Portland, Oregon after missing nearly six months due to a concussion suffered at last year's Road to the Gold pay-per-view, released a video in response, amongst other things, to the cutting edge remarks made about her by the currently injured superstar.
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(Our scene open up on the vibrant image of the New York Knicks logo at center court.)
"The itsy, bitsy spider went up the water spout... "
(The sound of a basketball being dribbled and shot through the hoop permeates Madison Square Garden.)
"Down came The Ace and wiped the spider out..."
(The camera slowly pans up to show Mercedes Vargas, wearing jeans and a Knicks sweater in support of the team. She makes another basket from the free-throw line before she turns towards the camera, smiles and offers a little wave.)
"Hiya, Nathan...I was hoping you would like to shoot some hoops with me, but, uh, I don't think that would be possible on a bum ankle. What's that expression again about a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest? Yeah, that's a pretty good description.
"Oh, Nathan, did I hurt your little machismo? Did I wound your pride a little, rub you the wrong way, hmm? Are you going to cry? Look, I am - I am sorry for what I said on Trauma, OK? I mean, you know how it is with me. My mouth went on auto pilot again, and I just couldn't control it. I'm sure you'll understand. Can you find it in your heart of hearts to forgive me?"
(Mercedes suddenly breaks down crying and turns away from the camera. Her crying turned into laughter as she tossed her hair back.)
I read what you said about me in your blog, and to be honest, I wasn't fazed one bit. Maybe it's because the majority of what you said isn't entirely new. I've heard it all before, sweetheart. And you know what? I really don't care anymore. I don't have time to worry about what people think or feel about me.
You know something? I think I know what this is all about, the signs are all there: From that fateful night back in October, from the moment my name came out of your mouth, I knew there was something special between us, something electric. You can't deny it any longer, Nathan. Admit it: You want me. You want me baaaaaad, don't you?
(The camera stays on Mercedes as she retrieves the ball and brings it up court. She bounces the ball and continues.)
See, Nathan, I've come to realise that you're wrong about a lot of things: For instance, a two-dollar hooker is useful, which probably explains why those are the only type of girls that always come your way. Of course, you can never have someone like me. I'm not your type: I'm not...inflatable.
And then you call me a fraud? OK, well, if you need to believe that to help you sleep at night - and I'm pretty sure you can't because you keep thinking about me - then go right on ahead, that's fine. Just as long as we both can agree on the fact that you're an underachiever. I think this is common knowledge. Do you know what that word means, Nathan? Underachiever?
You talk about your victories over top stars such as Steve Awesome, and Jimmy Zane, and Alex Jones in singles matches, and, yes, while impressive, let's not forget you lost to the likes of, well, let's see (counting on her fingers) Falcon, Ricky Johnson, and Roberto Verona, just to name a few. You have to take the good with the bad, Nathan. Have any of them ever taken you, oh I don't know...seriously? Inquiring minds want to know. It's a pretty safe bet that when you came to the ring, they stood there shaking their head and thinking to themselves, "Come on, Nathan Webb? I deserve better than this."
And Nathan, I think you deserve something better from me. Why don't you take my foolish advice: You should be more concerned about recuperating from your injury and your little rivalry with the Knites and Ace, instead of worrying about little ole me. I'll be just fine. I didn't know you cared, but thank you for your concern.
In the meantime, while I'm in the ring, you know, climbing that little ladder and hopefully getting a Starlets title shot in the future, I'll be praying for you, Nathan. Because Lord knows NCW needs the "Southern Skater" back in action. Oh, that reminds me: If you're wondering who left you a fruit basket with a Hallmark card attached at your doorstep...you're welcome.
(Mercedes bounces the ball once or twice and catches it on the way up before placing it under her arm.)
"Well, I'm on the court, I have the ball, but I'm not going home..."
(Mercedes faces away from the basket, and tosses the ball without looking, turning just in time to watch it drop in before facing the camera again with another smile.)
"I'll take that shot instead. Get well soon, Nathan."
(And with that, Mercedes blows an air kiss before walking off the court and we fade...)
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(Our scene open up on the vibrant image of the New York Knicks logo at center court.)
"The itsy, bitsy spider went up the water spout... "
(The sound of a basketball being dribbled and shot through the hoop permeates Madison Square Garden.)
"Down came The Ace and wiped the spider out..."
(The camera slowly pans up to show Mercedes Vargas, wearing jeans and a Knicks sweater in support of the team. She makes another basket from the free-throw line before she turns towards the camera, smiles and offers a little wave.)
"Hiya, Nathan...I was hoping you would like to shoot some hoops with me, but, uh, I don't think that would be possible on a bum ankle. What's that expression again about a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest? Yeah, that's a pretty good description.
"Oh, Nathan, did I hurt your little machismo? Did I wound your pride a little, rub you the wrong way, hmm? Are you going to cry? Look, I am - I am sorry for what I said on Trauma, OK? I mean, you know how it is with me. My mouth went on auto pilot again, and I just couldn't control it. I'm sure you'll understand. Can you find it in your heart of hearts to forgive me?"
(Mercedes suddenly breaks down crying and turns away from the camera. Her crying turned into laughter as she tossed her hair back.)
I read what you said about me in your blog, and to be honest, I wasn't fazed one bit. Maybe it's because the majority of what you said isn't entirely new. I've heard it all before, sweetheart. And you know what? I really don't care anymore. I don't have time to worry about what people think or feel about me.
You know something? I think I know what this is all about, the signs are all there: From that fateful night back in October, from the moment my name came out of your mouth, I knew there was something special between us, something electric. You can't deny it any longer, Nathan. Admit it: You want me. You want me baaaaaad, don't you?
(The camera stays on Mercedes as she retrieves the ball and brings it up court. She bounces the ball and continues.)
See, Nathan, I've come to realise that you're wrong about a lot of things: For instance, a two-dollar hooker is useful, which probably explains why those are the only type of girls that always come your way. Of course, you can never have someone like me. I'm not your type: I'm not...inflatable.
And then you call me a fraud? OK, well, if you need to believe that to help you sleep at night - and I'm pretty sure you can't because you keep thinking about me - then go right on ahead, that's fine. Just as long as we both can agree on the fact that you're an underachiever. I think this is common knowledge. Do you know what that word means, Nathan? Underachiever?
You talk about your victories over top stars such as Steve Awesome, and Jimmy Zane, and Alex Jones in singles matches, and, yes, while impressive, let's not forget you lost to the likes of, well, let's see (counting on her fingers) Falcon, Ricky Johnson, and Roberto Verona, just to name a few. You have to take the good with the bad, Nathan. Have any of them ever taken you, oh I don't know...seriously? Inquiring minds want to know. It's a pretty safe bet that when you came to the ring, they stood there shaking their head and thinking to themselves, "Come on, Nathan Webb? I deserve better than this."
And Nathan, I think you deserve something better from me. Why don't you take my foolish advice: You should be more concerned about recuperating from your injury and your little rivalry with the Knites and Ace, instead of worrying about little ole me. I'll be just fine. I didn't know you cared, but thank you for your concern.
In the meantime, while I'm in the ring, you know, climbing that little ladder and hopefully getting a Starlets title shot in the future, I'll be praying for you, Nathan. Because Lord knows NCW needs the "Southern Skater" back in action. Oh, that reminds me: If you're wondering who left you a fruit basket with a Hallmark card attached at your doorstep...you're welcome.
(Mercedes bounces the ball once or twice and catches it on the way up before placing it under her arm.)
"Well, I'm on the court, I have the ball, but I'm not going home..."
(Mercedes faces away from the basket, and tosses the ball without looking, turning just in time to watch it drop in before facing the camera again with another smile.)
"I'll take that shot instead. Get well soon, Nathan."
(And with that, Mercedes blows an air kiss before walking off the court and we fade...)