Post by Mercedes Vargas on Jun 17, 2012 18:10:36 GMT -6
OOC: I know, I know, this is WAY past the deadline, but you know what? I'm going to post anyway, just for the heck of it.
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WHAT? WHAT WAS THAT, ALYSSON? I CAN'T HERE YOU FROM WAY DOWN HERE! I'M AT THE BOTTOM OF THE TOTEM POLE WHILE YOU'RE SITTING ON YOUR PEDESTAL. HOW'S THE VIEW UP THERE, BY THE WAY?
You think I'm trying to upstage you, trying to rub off on your spotlight? No, no, that's not it. I thought I was just stealing your thunder. I guess I can't tell the difference.
You can dress it up any way you like, put it in a box and top it with a big red bow. See, what you call petty insults, Alysson, I call the truth. And, yes, the truth hurts. You pull back the curtains and you remind Amy Marshall that you were there at every phase of her career. Would have made a great bedtime story, I'm sure. But did you hear about this one? This one is a classic.
The tag team titles were on the line. The competition committee needed a pair of teams to challenge for the vacant titles. Let's see if everyone is accounted for: I was there. Kathleen Conway was there. The referee was there. So was Mercedes Lewis. Hmm, something is amiss. I don't know, but I can't help the feeling that I've forgotten someone? Why, of course! There was one person who was left out of the equation.
That would be you, Alysson. In other words...
You weren't there.
And because you weren't there, every cause led to an effect. It was because you weren't there why there was a change of plans. It's because you weren't there why Mercedes Lewis bravely, but foolishly, decided to go on with the match, knowing full well she never stood a chance. It was because you weren't there why Kathleen and myself had, in your own words, “the most boring reign in the history of NCW”. You say you had a family emergency, right? OK, maybe that's true...
Or maybe you just don't tolerate failures. Maybe that's the real reason why you never showed, Alysson.
You don't need to remind me that your controversial, Alysson. Practically, everything you do is controversial. Everything about you is controversial. The way you walk, the way you talk, the colour of your hair, the tattoos covering your body. The motorcycle you ride. You scream controversy..
Now, you can say what you want about me, I don't care. People have said a lot of things about me, some good, some not so good, but the one thing, the one thing I'm definitely am not...
is a hypocrite.
Yeah, I said it. I didn't stutter, Alysson.
You. Are. A. Hypocrite.
And if you think I'm going to get in that ring with you again? Keep thinking. I'm not going to be joining that line anytime soon. Come to think of it, you never had to join a line, either, Little Miss “I-don't-take-shortcuts.” You come back from a concussion that could have ended your career, and it just took one look. All it took was one fierce staredown with Ashlie, and poof, you jumped in front of the line, and you get a title shot. And when you failed the first time, you got another title shot. Fortunately for you, you got it right the second time around.
It would have been shocking if you didn't, though. We wouldn't want you to become the next Emma Danielson. I don't see why everyone is drinking your Kool-Aid, because quite frankly, your reign as champion isn't anything to get excited about. I much prefered Ashlie with the title over you, any day. Who knows? Maybe next pay-per-view that very well could happen.
With that being said, let me remind YOU of something. You may have the other girls cowering in the corner, but you know that I'm not one of them. You just hate it that I'm one of the very few that make you uncomfortable. I'm one of the very few girls on the roster that can get under your skin, and you don't like that.
Now, you may crush Amy Marshall, and I'm pretty much guaranteed to embarrass Rose Acantha, but I just want to say that as long as your champion, Alysson Gardner, I'm going to enjoy making your reign as uncomfortable as possible. You deserve at least that from yours truly.
And that's it, I'm done. I'm getting off my soapbox now. After all, you have a match to prepare for, and so do I.
“Tick tock, Rose. Tick tock."
We open on Mercedes sitting on a high bar stool facing an empty stage..
“Oh, Roooose. Come out and plaaaay!”
Mercedes smiles.
In less than twenty-four hours, it will be time for Reborn. It will be time for our match on Collision, Rose. I hope you've been thinking about what you've done. I hope you've been thinking about what I'm going to do to you. It won't be pretty. And I can tell you this much, it's going to be a long plane ride for you and your brother. I mean, does anyone seriously think he'll actually beat Mike Laszlo? Not a chance.
You like poetry, Rose? Of course you do! I like poetry, too. What a coincidence! Do you remember grade school and reading haiku, those Japanese poems? Well, for your listening pleasure I've come up with some of my own. 5 syllables, 7 syllables, 5 syllables.
She takes a small folded piece of paper from her jeans' pocket. She opens it slowly, smoothing it out and looking over the words before clearing her throat.
Okay, here we go.
Mercedes snaps her fingers as a single spotlight shines down on her and a bongo drum plays in the background.
Rose Acantha you
are in way over your head.
This is your own fault.
Mercedes smiles.
Hey, you like that? How about another? Here's Haiku number 2:
So, we got vocal
I called you an idiot
Doesn't mean it's true.
OK, yes it is.
You took it personally
But I'm not angry
I maybe smiling
But I am dead serious
Say goodnight, Rosie
Mercedes claps twice as the bongos cease, the lights return, and she stands to her feet, rubbing her hands together.
So, you write your entry for today. I want you to write in that journal, Rose. This may be the last opportunity for you to do so. Write the date down – June 17, 2012.
Her voice settles into a whisper as a thin smile appears.
The last night you become anything relevant in NCW.
Fade to black.
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WHAT? WHAT WAS THAT, ALYSSON? I CAN'T HERE YOU FROM WAY DOWN HERE! I'M AT THE BOTTOM OF THE TOTEM POLE WHILE YOU'RE SITTING ON YOUR PEDESTAL. HOW'S THE VIEW UP THERE, BY THE WAY?
You think I'm trying to upstage you, trying to rub off on your spotlight? No, no, that's not it. I thought I was just stealing your thunder. I guess I can't tell the difference.
You can dress it up any way you like, put it in a box and top it with a big red bow. See, what you call petty insults, Alysson, I call the truth. And, yes, the truth hurts. You pull back the curtains and you remind Amy Marshall that you were there at every phase of her career. Would have made a great bedtime story, I'm sure. But did you hear about this one? This one is a classic.
The tag team titles were on the line. The competition committee needed a pair of teams to challenge for the vacant titles. Let's see if everyone is accounted for: I was there. Kathleen Conway was there. The referee was there. So was Mercedes Lewis. Hmm, something is amiss. I don't know, but I can't help the feeling that I've forgotten someone? Why, of course! There was one person who was left out of the equation.
That would be you, Alysson. In other words...
You weren't there.
And because you weren't there, every cause led to an effect. It was because you weren't there why there was a change of plans. It's because you weren't there why Mercedes Lewis bravely, but foolishly, decided to go on with the match, knowing full well she never stood a chance. It was because you weren't there why Kathleen and myself had, in your own words, “the most boring reign in the history of NCW”. You say you had a family emergency, right? OK, maybe that's true...
Or maybe you just don't tolerate failures. Maybe that's the real reason why you never showed, Alysson.
You don't need to remind me that your controversial, Alysson. Practically, everything you do is controversial. Everything about you is controversial. The way you walk, the way you talk, the colour of your hair, the tattoos covering your body. The motorcycle you ride. You scream controversy..
Now, you can say what you want about me, I don't care. People have said a lot of things about me, some good, some not so good, but the one thing, the one thing I'm definitely am not...
is a hypocrite.
Yeah, I said it. I didn't stutter, Alysson.
You. Are. A. Hypocrite.
And if you think I'm going to get in that ring with you again? Keep thinking. I'm not going to be joining that line anytime soon. Come to think of it, you never had to join a line, either, Little Miss “I-don't-take-shortcuts.” You come back from a concussion that could have ended your career, and it just took one look. All it took was one fierce staredown with Ashlie, and poof, you jumped in front of the line, and you get a title shot. And when you failed the first time, you got another title shot. Fortunately for you, you got it right the second time around.
It would have been shocking if you didn't, though. We wouldn't want you to become the next Emma Danielson. I don't see why everyone is drinking your Kool-Aid, because quite frankly, your reign as champion isn't anything to get excited about. I much prefered Ashlie with the title over you, any day. Who knows? Maybe next pay-per-view that very well could happen.
With that being said, let me remind YOU of something. You may have the other girls cowering in the corner, but you know that I'm not one of them. You just hate it that I'm one of the very few that make you uncomfortable. I'm one of the very few girls on the roster that can get under your skin, and you don't like that.
Now, you may crush Amy Marshall, and I'm pretty much guaranteed to embarrass Rose Acantha, but I just want to say that as long as your champion, Alysson Gardner, I'm going to enjoy making your reign as uncomfortable as possible. You deserve at least that from yours truly.
And that's it, I'm done. I'm getting off my soapbox now. After all, you have a match to prepare for, and so do I.
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“Tick tock, Rose. Tick tock."
We open on Mercedes sitting on a high bar stool facing an empty stage..
“Oh, Roooose. Come out and plaaaay!”
Mercedes smiles.
In less than twenty-four hours, it will be time for Reborn. It will be time for our match on Collision, Rose. I hope you've been thinking about what you've done. I hope you've been thinking about what I'm going to do to you. It won't be pretty. And I can tell you this much, it's going to be a long plane ride for you and your brother. I mean, does anyone seriously think he'll actually beat Mike Laszlo? Not a chance.
You like poetry, Rose? Of course you do! I like poetry, too. What a coincidence! Do you remember grade school and reading haiku, those Japanese poems? Well, for your listening pleasure I've come up with some of my own. 5 syllables, 7 syllables, 5 syllables.
She takes a small folded piece of paper from her jeans' pocket. She opens it slowly, smoothing it out and looking over the words before clearing her throat.
Okay, here we go.
Mercedes snaps her fingers as a single spotlight shines down on her and a bongo drum plays in the background.
Rose Acantha you
are in way over your head.
This is your own fault.
Mercedes smiles.
Hey, you like that? How about another? Here's Haiku number 2:
So, we got vocal
I called you an idiot
Doesn't mean it's true.
OK, yes it is.
You took it personally
But I'm not angry
I maybe smiling
But I am dead serious
Say goodnight, Rosie
Mercedes claps twice as the bongos cease, the lights return, and she stands to her feet, rubbing her hands together.
So, you write your entry for today. I want you to write in that journal, Rose. This may be the last opportunity for you to do so. Write the date down – June 17, 2012.
Her voice settles into a whisper as a thin smile appears.
The last night you become anything relevant in NCW.
Fade to black.