Post by Mercedes Vargas on Oct 27, 2012 21:59:22 GMT -6
And so after watching my dreams of a return match with Jennifer Williams slip through my fingers, I initially thought I would be left off of this year’s Road to the Gold, so you can imagine my complete and utter surprise when I found out that I'll be on the pre-show - aaaaagain. I guess it's not so bad. Sure, the match will be streamed on the Internet, and who knows? Maybe I'll be trending during that match? Exciting! I mean, at least I'm wrestling Sunday night, but this doesn't make the pain of what happened last week any better.
Am I upset that I lost the match to Freya Davis?
Emphatic yes.
Am I disappointed that I lost the match to Freya Davis?
See above answer.
Am I going to have a pity party and consider myself a failure?
Heck no.
Still, I could go for a slice of cake, or two.
For my second time in the Starlets Road to the Gold Tournament, I think I did pretty well, if I do say so myself. In fact, I did better than expected. I turned heads, opened eyes and dropped jaws along the way. And I accomplished something that very few has been able to do. And by “very few”, I really mean “Kelly Knite.”
I defeated Sydney in the middle of the ring. I pinned her shoulders to the mat. Uno, dos, tres. Did I mention I also ended her winning streak? Gasp! I didn't? Well, it bears repeating: I ended her winning streak. Someone had to. After that match, I was told that a disgruntled little girl distraught with the outcome was in the audience. I'm willing to bet she wasn't the only one left fuming that night in Albany, New York, because it even got people talking on the roster, rubbed people the wrong way. Sorry if you were expecting a sympathy card, you won't be getting one from me.
And if you’re not down with that, I’ve got three words for you...
deal with it.
You can a do a lot of things in three seconds.
Laugh. Cry. Sneeze. Cough. Blink.
You know, typical stuff.
Three seconds.
In three seconds, just like that, it was over. Three seconds was all it took to turn what was a dream deferred into a dream denied.
And waking up to reality days later made it even worse.
(As our scene opens in full view, Mercedes wakes up in a hotel room in bed. Almost immediately, she grimmaces and holds her forehead in pain with both hands.)
You'll forgive me for looking like I've been strung out. It's been five days and I'm still trying to recover from the hangover from Collision. Same effects, too - except for the vomiting.
Mercedes: Well, Mercedes, it was a great ride while it lasted. You did good, kid. You did damn good. You may not have won the tournament, you may not be challenging for the title, so I guess the pre-show will have to serve as your consolation prize.
Then again, I don't remember if having a perfectly normal conversation with yourself counts as a symptom. Note to self: Find out if symptom exist on Google.
(Mercedes's cellphone goes off and she reaches over to the nightstand and picks it up.)
Mercedes: Hello? Oh, hey. I've been better. I just returned from Toronto, what, four days ago? Took me eight hours to get from there to my hotel. No se. Quiero salir esta tardes. Pasa que no hay nada que hacer aquí. (I don't know. I want to go out this afternoon. But the thing is there's nothing to do here.) Alright, alright. Ten minutes. What hotel? Uh, Hyatt Regency. OK. Me out in front.
"Pucho?"
"No gracias. I'm appalled at you! You know I don't like cigarettes!"
"Sorry, I forgot."
Don't mention it.
That I forgot or that you don't like cigarettes?
"Pick one."
(A stretch of road under sunny skies. A black Ford F150 speeds by on the freeway. As it shrinks before us, we track the vehicle going up Interstate 86 and travelling the Route 17 corridor through the western part of New York towards the Buffalo Niagara Airport.)
Mercedes: Are we there yet?
Jorge: Not even close.
(We cut to inside the moving truck. Mercedes Vargas is in the passenger side listlessly turning the pages of a magazine as Jorge, her brother, is behind the wheel.)
Jorge: You got over that headache pretty quick, huh?
Mercedes:[/b] I guess so. It must have been something I caught up in that forsaken wilderness they call Canada.
Jorge: So, how did your last match go?
Mercedes:[/b] Not as I would have liked. Obviously, I didn't win, but I am on the pre-show for the pay-per-view. When are we going to be there?
Jorge: We've got a long way to go. So, is that supposed to be good or bad?
Mercedes: Not being on the main card? Well, let's see here. (counting on her fingers) I'm in an inter-gender tag team match against two other teams, the match itself will be on the internet, and there's a very good I could be trending. Hey, Jorge?
Jorge: What?
Mercedes:[/b] Are we there yet?
Jorge: No. You know, whoever has you as their partner must be lucky.
Mercedes: That's open to interpretation. If anything, I'm the lucky one. It's not everyday that I get to have a male tag partner, let alone lock up with one in the ring, knowing full well the danger I could put myself in. How much further?
Jorge: Not far off now.
Mercedes: Now?
Jorge: Yes.
Mercedes: Really?
Jorge: No.
(Taking exit 7, the truck makes a right onto State Route 408, reaching Genesco.)
Mercedes: We've got to be th-
Jorge:Don't make me turn this truck around.
Mercedes: Fine. Keep driving...
Anyways, as far as my match this Sunday, I have to say, this should be very interesting. Excuse me a moment.
*Energetically playing a fiddle*
Grab your partner, dosey doe, swing him around and don't let go. Now swing her high, swing her low, we're going up north to Buffalo. Road to the Gold pay-per-view, I'll tell you now, all right with you? I'm fired up, I'm all gung-ho, it's an intergender tag match at the pre-show.
Ahem.
Sorry, it’s just one of those days.
If the sudden realization that we’re meeting again after I beat you exactly three weeks ago hasn’t sunken in yet, don’t worry, it will, Cynthia Warren. You nearly pulled off the upset against me in the second round of the Starlets Road to the Gold, and you know what? You left an impression on me, I’ll give you that, but you’re still a rookie, I’m one of the rising stars in this company and nothing will change that. Now, I’ve been in my share of mixed tag matches, but this is certainly different. I like to think I have a pretty reliable tag partner. Emphasis on reliable. He probably doesn’t think the same about me, but that’s OK. I think we’ll manage to win this week. So, it’s me and Davey Ortega versus you and Joe Everyman. God, I thought I would never have to say that name again. Actually, Joseph, it’s an honor having you as an opponent. I mean, this is an once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that I couldn’t pass up, especially considering that the last Everyman I stepped in the ring with was your half-sister, who hasn’t been seen or heard from since. Poor, Josie. I kind of miss her already.
I know you and David have a little unfinished business since he did, you know, eliminate you in the men’s tournament, so it would not surprise me if you have a little redemption on your mind. I hope it’s worth it, Joseph. And Cindy, sweetheart? If I’m starting to sound, oh what’s that word, pretentious again? Don’t worry your pretty blonde head. I doubt you know the meaning of most words.
Besides, I always wanted to know if it's true what they say that when one uses the word pretentious, they aren’t usually talking about themselves.
And now there remain faith, hope, and charity, these three: but the greatest of these is, well, Charity Helms...No, wait, it’s just Charity. OK, I see where you’re going with this. Lots of people go by their first name; all the cool kids are doing it. Gaga. Madonna. Xena, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. Personally, I’m not a huge fan of virtue names and I wouldn’t be surprised that you were probably mocked all your life because of it. Sure, it's not the worst name ever, and it doesn't roll of the tongue easily, but you should be proud of your name. I'm very proud of mine, though I'm not too peachy keen about the "like the car" comments, or the "stripper" comments, or the "ghetto" comments...Oh, you get the idea! Just bothers me for some reason. Another story for another day, perhaps.
Only a few weeks since your debut and you already made a name for yourself. You got past Megan and stood tall against her sister-in-law in the tournament, but that all pales in comparison to what you did last week, sweetheart. You pinned the Starlets World Champion, in a non-title match. In your hometown. I’m so jealous of you right now. You did something I have yet to do, and it was on your first try, too. You probably get a lot flack for being related to Trent Helms, but dare I say it, he may get killed in his match Sunday, but I’m sure he’s proud of you. But enough sugarcoating, Cherry, we’ve got our match to look forward to, which sounds like fun since you get to have a multi-time X-Champion as your partner. Mike Laszlo is all kinds of dangerous, and the possibility of having to step in the same ring with him scares me. And speaking of being scared, I find it fitting that Halloween, or as we like to say in Spanish, la noche de brujas, is around the corner. Cherry, I just want you to know no tienes nada que temer. You have nothing to be afraid of – especially little ol’ me.
This Sunday, you and Mikey and Joey and Cindy will be getting a lot treats and no tricks at the pre-show. I promise.
So, uh, yeah. I guess I’ll see all of you in Buffalo...
Am I upset that I lost the match to Freya Davis?
Emphatic yes.
Am I disappointed that I lost the match to Freya Davis?
See above answer.
Am I going to have a pity party and consider myself a failure?
Heck no.
Still, I could go for a slice of cake, or two.
For my second time in the Starlets Road to the Gold Tournament, I think I did pretty well, if I do say so myself. In fact, I did better than expected. I turned heads, opened eyes and dropped jaws along the way. And I accomplished something that very few has been able to do. And by “very few”, I really mean “Kelly Knite.”
I defeated Sydney in the middle of the ring. I pinned her shoulders to the mat. Uno, dos, tres. Did I mention I also ended her winning streak? Gasp! I didn't? Well, it bears repeating: I ended her winning streak. Someone had to. After that match, I was told that a disgruntled little girl distraught with the outcome was in the audience. I'm willing to bet she wasn't the only one left fuming that night in Albany, New York, because it even got people talking on the roster, rubbed people the wrong way. Sorry if you were expecting a sympathy card, you won't be getting one from me.
And if you’re not down with that, I’ve got three words for you...
deal with it.
_______≈₪≈______
You can a do a lot of things in three seconds.
Laugh. Cry. Sneeze. Cough. Blink.
You know, typical stuff.
Three seconds.
In three seconds, just like that, it was over. Three seconds was all it took to turn what was a dream deferred into a dream denied.
And waking up to reality days later made it even worse.
(As our scene opens in full view, Mercedes wakes up in a hotel room in bed. Almost immediately, she grimmaces and holds her forehead in pain with both hands.)
You'll forgive me for looking like I've been strung out. It's been five days and I'm still trying to recover from the hangover from Collision. Same effects, too - except for the vomiting.
Mercedes: Well, Mercedes, it was a great ride while it lasted. You did good, kid. You did damn good. You may not have won the tournament, you may not be challenging for the title, so I guess the pre-show will have to serve as your consolation prize.
Then again, I don't remember if having a perfectly normal conversation with yourself counts as a symptom. Note to self: Find out if symptom exist on Google.
(Mercedes's cellphone goes off and she reaches over to the nightstand and picks it up.)
Mercedes: Hello? Oh, hey. I've been better. I just returned from Toronto, what, four days ago? Took me eight hours to get from there to my hotel. No se. Quiero salir esta tardes. Pasa que no hay nada que hacer aquí. (I don't know. I want to go out this afternoon. But the thing is there's nothing to do here.) Alright, alright. Ten minutes. What hotel? Uh, Hyatt Regency. OK. Me out in front.
* * * * *
"Pucho?"
"No gracias. I'm appalled at you! You know I don't like cigarettes!"
"Sorry, I forgot."
Don't mention it.
That I forgot or that you don't like cigarettes?
"Pick one."
(A stretch of road under sunny skies. A black Ford F150 speeds by on the freeway. As it shrinks before us, we track the vehicle going up Interstate 86 and travelling the Route 17 corridor through the western part of New York towards the Buffalo Niagara Airport.)
Mercedes: Are we there yet?
Jorge: Not even close.
(We cut to inside the moving truck. Mercedes Vargas is in the passenger side listlessly turning the pages of a magazine as Jorge, her brother, is behind the wheel.)
Jorge: You got over that headache pretty quick, huh?
Mercedes:[/b] I guess so. It must have been something I caught up in that forsaken wilderness they call Canada.
Jorge: So, how did your last match go?
Mercedes:[/b] Not as I would have liked. Obviously, I didn't win, but I am on the pre-show for the pay-per-view. When are we going to be there?
Jorge: We've got a long way to go. So, is that supposed to be good or bad?
Mercedes: Not being on the main card? Well, let's see here. (counting on her fingers) I'm in an inter-gender tag team match against two other teams, the match itself will be on the internet, and there's a very good I could be trending. Hey, Jorge?
Jorge: What?
Mercedes:[/b] Are we there yet?
Jorge: No. You know, whoever has you as their partner must be lucky.
Mercedes: That's open to interpretation. If anything, I'm the lucky one. It's not everyday that I get to have a male tag partner, let alone lock up with one in the ring, knowing full well the danger I could put myself in. How much further?
Jorge: Not far off now.
Mercedes: Now?
Jorge: Yes.
Mercedes: Really?
Jorge: No.
(Taking exit 7, the truck makes a right onto State Route 408, reaching Genesco.)
Mercedes: We've got to be th-
Jorge:Don't make me turn this truck around.
Mercedes: Fine. Keep driving...
_______≈₪≈______
Anyways, as far as my match this Sunday, I have to say, this should be very interesting. Excuse me a moment.
*Energetically playing a fiddle*
Grab your partner, dosey doe, swing him around and don't let go. Now swing her high, swing her low, we're going up north to Buffalo. Road to the Gold pay-per-view, I'll tell you now, all right with you? I'm fired up, I'm all gung-ho, it's an intergender tag match at the pre-show.
Ahem.
Sorry, it’s just one of those days.
If the sudden realization that we’re meeting again after I beat you exactly three weeks ago hasn’t sunken in yet, don’t worry, it will, Cynthia Warren. You nearly pulled off the upset against me in the second round of the Starlets Road to the Gold, and you know what? You left an impression on me, I’ll give you that, but you’re still a rookie, I’m one of the rising stars in this company and nothing will change that. Now, I’ve been in my share of mixed tag matches, but this is certainly different. I like to think I have a pretty reliable tag partner. Emphasis on reliable. He probably doesn’t think the same about me, but that’s OK. I think we’ll manage to win this week. So, it’s me and Davey Ortega versus you and Joe Everyman. God, I thought I would never have to say that name again. Actually, Joseph, it’s an honor having you as an opponent. I mean, this is an once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that I couldn’t pass up, especially considering that the last Everyman I stepped in the ring with was your half-sister, who hasn’t been seen or heard from since. Poor, Josie. I kind of miss her already.
I know you and David have a little unfinished business since he did, you know, eliminate you in the men’s tournament, so it would not surprise me if you have a little redemption on your mind. I hope it’s worth it, Joseph. And Cindy, sweetheart? If I’m starting to sound, oh what’s that word, pretentious again? Don’t worry your pretty blonde head. I doubt you know the meaning of most words.
Besides, I always wanted to know if it's true what they say that when one uses the word pretentious, they aren’t usually talking about themselves.
And now there remain faith, hope, and charity, these three: but the greatest of these is, well, Charity Helms...No, wait, it’s just Charity. OK, I see where you’re going with this. Lots of people go by their first name; all the cool kids are doing it. Gaga. Madonna. Xena, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. Personally, I’m not a huge fan of virtue names and I wouldn’t be surprised that you were probably mocked all your life because of it. Sure, it's not the worst name ever, and it doesn't roll of the tongue easily, but you should be proud of your name. I'm very proud of mine, though I'm not too peachy keen about the "like the car" comments, or the "stripper" comments, or the "ghetto" comments...Oh, you get the idea! Just bothers me for some reason. Another story for another day, perhaps.
Only a few weeks since your debut and you already made a name for yourself. You got past Megan and stood tall against her sister-in-law in the tournament, but that all pales in comparison to what you did last week, sweetheart. You pinned the Starlets World Champion, in a non-title match. In your hometown. I’m so jealous of you right now. You did something I have yet to do, and it was on your first try, too. You probably get a lot flack for being related to Trent Helms, but dare I say it, he may get killed in his match Sunday, but I’m sure he’s proud of you. But enough sugarcoating, Cherry, we’ve got our match to look forward to, which sounds like fun since you get to have a multi-time X-Champion as your partner. Mike Laszlo is all kinds of dangerous, and the possibility of having to step in the same ring with him scares me. And speaking of being scared, I find it fitting that Halloween, or as we like to say in Spanish, la noche de brujas, is around the corner. Cherry, I just want you to know no tienes nada que temer. You have nothing to be afraid of – especially little ol’ me.
This Sunday, you and Mikey and Joey and Cindy will be getting a lot treats and no tricks at the pre-show. I promise.
So, uh, yeah. I guess I’ll see all of you in Buffalo...
