Post by Mercedes Vargas on Jan 12, 2013 3:17:57 GMT -6
♫♫Oh the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we've no place to go
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...♫♫
(Our scene opens with the crooning of Dean Martin singing this timeless Christmas standard whilst Mercedes looks out of her apartment window, watching heavy snow. Bringing the steaming mug of hot chocolate to her lips, she blows lightly over it, cooling it down, and takes a quick sip as she turns to the camera.)
"The first Collision of 2013, and Emma Danielson is NOT on the card. That is...that is sad. She's not even on Trauma. That is pathetic. But what's really sad AND pathetic is how her precious Minnesota Vikings got crushed in Green Bay last week, but that's another story for another weekend. It appears this weekend, I have a triple threat match. And wouldn't you know it, I begin 2013 with one of the opponents I ended 2012 against – Rose Acantha. Oh, it's what I ALWAYS wanted, Jake. I hope you can sense the sarcasm in my voice when I say that.
"Was this your idea, hmm? Or was it Kathleen's? Doesn't really matter. While I may not get an nod for an Oscar – or any award for that matter as far as NCW's award show is concerned – the reason why you still have me contracted in NCW, the reason why you keep me here, against my will, is because I'm entertaining? As in, I'm funny, right? So, in Kelly's little hierarchy she has her two right hand men in Xander Famularo and Bobby Verona, she had her sister-in-law on a short leash before what happened at the pay-per-view, then there's you as the Head of the Starlets Division, your wife as your personal assistant, Andrew Jacobson's kid sister as your Secretary – or gopher, sometimes I can't really tell - and now whenever you need a good laugh, whenever you need to be entertained, you clap twice and call for Caleb Lockwood. “Caleb! Send in the clown jester!” Is that how you see me, Jake? I amuse you and Kat? I make you laugh, right?
"And here I thought that familiarity breeds contempt. It's obvious now that you don't care about your marriage. You don't care about Kathleen. Because if you knew what was best for your marriage, if you know what was good for business, you would do the right thing. You wouldn't continue booking me in matches, you wouldn't keep me here. It's hardly a big loss to you or the division, considering that you have other talented women on the roster. I'm expendable. I'm just a spoke on the wheel, and I understand that. If, say, Alysson Gardner or Ayla St. James had done what I did, would you have refused to fire them, or would you continue to torture them? Would you continue controlling them?
Or, are we playing by a different set of rules?
Yeah, just what I thought.
"Denial isn't just a river in Egypt. Admit it, Jake. You care about me. You like me, you like having me around. I would go as far as to say...you love me. Though I didn't enjoy our most recent date two weeks ago, I'm willing to forgive and forget, to a fault."
(She turns back to the window as below a married couple shovels snow off their driveway. A man scrapes ice off a car window.)
"And I suppose this builds to a brilliant segueway as to why that match entirely didn't end so well for me, because I was embarrassed by you, Rose Acantha. For the fourth time in five weeks, sweetheart, it's you and me in the same ring, and for the most part, my patience is wearing thin. But it's not you, Rose, it's me. Not that you're any less important, because you are, it's that 2012 hasn't been the year I though it would be."
(Her eyes settles on the piece of paper that she picks up from off the floor. It was her accomplishments for the past year and some resolutions thrown in for good measure. However, the list had very few highlilghts.)
"Sure, there was the epic win over Zelda in the Starlets Road to the Gold, but as everyone is sure to remind me, that “win” was mired in controversy. There was the finals of the tournament, and, as everyone is sure to remind me, I fell short of winning that. There was beating my former tag team partner at Breaking Away, but as she'll probably remind me, that, too, was mired in controversy. There was Jennifer Williams finally losing the Starlets Championship – but I wasn't the one who ended her forgettable title reign. My name wasn't mentioned in any category during the NCW awards show – and then there's, well, you, Rose. You finally got your elusive first win – at my expense.
You're welcome.
"You made me tap, the first time that's ever happened to me in NCW. The first time that's ever happened in my wrestling career, which I celebrated my fourth year three days ago. Not that you care, but I just thought you should know."
(Mercedes looks at her still lighted Christmas tree. The holidays have come and gone, and while have packed away their trees until next year, it really didn't matter to her. A hollow pumpkin from Halloween settled at the bottom of the furn, as was festivities from St. Patrick's Day, Cinco de Mayo, and Thanksgiving.)
"Now considering that you're nothing but a roadblock preventing me from getting my hands on the other opponent involved in this match, I would feel guilty leaving here without offering you a gift. How about another poem, hmm? I think you enjoyed the haiku the last time we did this, yes? It's an unfinished piece I like to call, “Poetic Justice.” OK, here we go."
(Mercedes clears her throat, prepared herself and straightens herself as she unfolds up a piece of paper from her back pocket.)
"There once was a woman from New Orleans
who isn't quite what she seems
Would this sound better in prose?
Oh heaven knows!
She's psycho and sure loves to scream
"Now my opponent is polite to a fault
Though I take that with a grain of salt
Like her brother named Nathan
Please don't be mistaken
These two are idiots by default
"On the final Collision show
which happened two weeks ago
She made me tap
First time that's happen in fact
That had to be an all-time low."
(Growing frustrated, Mercedes balls up the poem and throws it behind her.)
"Forget the poem. Words can only do so much. Rose, you embarrassed me, and I don't like being embarrassed. And so, this Sunday, I'm going to return the favor, and I'm going to do that the best way I know how – with a smile.
So, I guess I'll see you Sunday then.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to make out my NEW New Year's resolution for 2013."
(She stands up and walks off the scene.)
(Our scene opens with a closeup shot of Mercedes Vargas, who appears to listen to a question for a promotional interview for her match this weekend on Collision.)
"Two weeks ago....Two weeks ago, it finally dawned on me. All along, Crystal Hilton's problem...was me. This thing, this feud or “rivalry” I guess you can say, between us, has been going on since, what, 2009? And it's like I said, I've been fighting her for most of 2012. And for most of 2012, I've pinned her not once, but twice. Yes, they were tag matches, but the fact remains. Am I concerned that I haven't beaten her one-on-one? Should I be? Look, when I made my New Year's resolutions for 2013, a match with Crystal Hilton wasn't on it. In fact, this match means nothing to me."
(The interview segues into highlights from Mercedes' loss to Emma Danielson from the last Collision of 2012 as Mercedes continues.)
"She was nothing more but a distraction. Nobody told her to walk out there that night and be on commentary, nobody told Crystal that she had to get involved in my business. As far as I'm concerned, she deserved that Black Rose Overdrive. And had I pulled back on her supple neck a little further when I locked in Divine Mercy, we wouldn't be having this conversation – We would be visiting her in intensive care.
"You think I'm going to start walking on eggshells now because of what I said about her sister-in-law? Not a chance. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I’ll say it mumbling in my sleep, I’ll say it while parading down her neighborhood with a megaphone, I’ll say it from my rooftop, I’ll say it behind a camera, I’ll say it in a backstage interview, I’ll say it to her face in the ring. I’ll say it a million times to Jennifer's face. She is, was, and always will be a fluke. A paper champion. A statistic. A transitional champion who was just fortunate to have a lengthy title reign. And she made the transition to an even worse title holder. Don’t blame me, blame her for proving me right. She could have ended the year and enter 2013 still champion, but what does she do? She does what every member of her stupid family does – she chokes."
(She put her hands to her throat, pretending to be choking.)
"So she won Rookie of the Year? Big deal. Doesn't change the fact that her reign is possibly the worst reign in the history of the Starlets Division, OK? No one cared that she posed in a photoshoot with her bestie, Ashlie. No one cared that she celebrated her birthday, or won a stupid little trophy, or that she was engaged to be married. And quite honestly, no one cares about what Crystal Hilton has to say. The audacity of her calling me out to face her on pay-per-view is ludicrous. This is a waste of time – for her, and especially for me. The match we had at Mind Games last week? Make no mistake about it, I'm not bitter about the outcome, I'm not bitter about losing. I'm bitter about the fact that in our re-match, there's a third person involved here. Where does Rose Acantha fit into this match, I don't know. This has been a terrible few weeks for me. The loss to Emma, sure. Bad enough that I tapped out to Rose Acantha, but even worse that I tapped out at Mind Games to Crystal Hilton".)
(We're shown highlights from that match and the segment transitions to Crystal's final moments before her emphatic victory, locking Mercedes into the Withering Rose submission and forcing her to tap out to the painful hold.)
"I think Kelly Fox, I think The Ace and Kat Conway, never even saw this match happening. They didn't see Crystal Hilton versus Mercedes Vargas as a part of the card. And even for me, with Jake constantly pulling my strings, finding new ways to keep himself up at night, thinking and plotting at what his next course of action should be in torturing me...I think he's enjoying this."
(Sitting across from Mercedes, Carly Robins listens intently as the blonde interviewer nods.)
"Is there anything else you would like to say to either of your opponents ahead of Collision?"
"I have nothing to say to Rose, she knows what's coming to her. Now as for Crystal...Whether she likes me or hates me, she will respect me. And if she doesn't? Well, I'm going to have to beat the respect out of her. Since her most recent comeback, she hasn’t shown anything outside her tricks, and now people are seeing through her like those damn mirrors she's used to talk to. And just like Freya, I’m still not sure what her last name should be. But, Carly, what I can be sure about is that when I kick her ass this weekend on Collision, you're going to want to be tuning in."
(Fades.)
But the fire is so delightful
And since we've no place to go
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...♫♫
(Our scene opens with the crooning of Dean Martin singing this timeless Christmas standard whilst Mercedes looks out of her apartment window, watching heavy snow. Bringing the steaming mug of hot chocolate to her lips, she blows lightly over it, cooling it down, and takes a quick sip as she turns to the camera.)
"The first Collision of 2013, and Emma Danielson is NOT on the card. That is...that is sad. She's not even on Trauma. That is pathetic. But what's really sad AND pathetic is how her precious Minnesota Vikings got crushed in Green Bay last week, but that's another story for another weekend. It appears this weekend, I have a triple threat match. And wouldn't you know it, I begin 2013 with one of the opponents I ended 2012 against – Rose Acantha. Oh, it's what I ALWAYS wanted, Jake. I hope you can sense the sarcasm in my voice when I say that.
"Was this your idea, hmm? Or was it Kathleen's? Doesn't really matter. While I may not get an nod for an Oscar – or any award for that matter as far as NCW's award show is concerned – the reason why you still have me contracted in NCW, the reason why you keep me here, against my will, is because I'm entertaining? As in, I'm funny, right? So, in Kelly's little hierarchy she has her two right hand men in Xander Famularo and Bobby Verona, she had her sister-in-law on a short leash before what happened at the pay-per-view, then there's you as the Head of the Starlets Division, your wife as your personal assistant, Andrew Jacobson's kid sister as your Secretary – or gopher, sometimes I can't really tell - and now whenever you need a good laugh, whenever you need to be entertained, you clap twice and call for Caleb Lockwood. “Caleb! Send in the clown jester!” Is that how you see me, Jake? I amuse you and Kat? I make you laugh, right?
"And here I thought that familiarity breeds contempt. It's obvious now that you don't care about your marriage. You don't care about Kathleen. Because if you knew what was best for your marriage, if you know what was good for business, you would do the right thing. You wouldn't continue booking me in matches, you wouldn't keep me here. It's hardly a big loss to you or the division, considering that you have other talented women on the roster. I'm expendable. I'm just a spoke on the wheel, and I understand that. If, say, Alysson Gardner or Ayla St. James had done what I did, would you have refused to fire them, or would you continue to torture them? Would you continue controlling them?
Or, are we playing by a different set of rules?
Yeah, just what I thought.
"Denial isn't just a river in Egypt. Admit it, Jake. You care about me. You like me, you like having me around. I would go as far as to say...you love me. Though I didn't enjoy our most recent date two weeks ago, I'm willing to forgive and forget, to a fault."
(She turns back to the window as below a married couple shovels snow off their driveway. A man scrapes ice off a car window.)
"And I suppose this builds to a brilliant segueway as to why that match entirely didn't end so well for me, because I was embarrassed by you, Rose Acantha. For the fourth time in five weeks, sweetheart, it's you and me in the same ring, and for the most part, my patience is wearing thin. But it's not you, Rose, it's me. Not that you're any less important, because you are, it's that 2012 hasn't been the year I though it would be."
(Her eyes settles on the piece of paper that she picks up from off the floor. It was her accomplishments for the past year and some resolutions thrown in for good measure. However, the list had very few highlilghts.)
"Sure, there was the epic win over Zelda in the Starlets Road to the Gold, but as everyone is sure to remind me, that “win” was mired in controversy. There was the finals of the tournament, and, as everyone is sure to remind me, I fell short of winning that. There was beating my former tag team partner at Breaking Away, but as she'll probably remind me, that, too, was mired in controversy. There was Jennifer Williams finally losing the Starlets Championship – but I wasn't the one who ended her forgettable title reign. My name wasn't mentioned in any category during the NCW awards show – and then there's, well, you, Rose. You finally got your elusive first win – at my expense.
You're welcome.
"You made me tap, the first time that's ever happened to me in NCW. The first time that's ever happened in my wrestling career, which I celebrated my fourth year three days ago. Not that you care, but I just thought you should know."
(Mercedes looks at her still lighted Christmas tree. The holidays have come and gone, and while have packed away their trees until next year, it really didn't matter to her. A hollow pumpkin from Halloween settled at the bottom of the furn, as was festivities from St. Patrick's Day, Cinco de Mayo, and Thanksgiving.)
"Now considering that you're nothing but a roadblock preventing me from getting my hands on the other opponent involved in this match, I would feel guilty leaving here without offering you a gift. How about another poem, hmm? I think you enjoyed the haiku the last time we did this, yes? It's an unfinished piece I like to call, “Poetic Justice.” OK, here we go."
(Mercedes clears her throat, prepared herself and straightens herself as she unfolds up a piece of paper from her back pocket.)
"There once was a woman from New Orleans
who isn't quite what she seems
Would this sound better in prose?
Oh heaven knows!
She's psycho and sure loves to scream
"Now my opponent is polite to a fault
Though I take that with a grain of salt
Like her brother named Nathan
Please don't be mistaken
These two are idiots by default
"On the final Collision show
which happened two weeks ago
She made me tap
First time that's happen in fact
That had to be an all-time low."
(Growing frustrated, Mercedes balls up the poem and throws it behind her.)
"Forget the poem. Words can only do so much. Rose, you embarrassed me, and I don't like being embarrassed. And so, this Sunday, I'm going to return the favor, and I'm going to do that the best way I know how – with a smile.
So, I guess I'll see you Sunday then.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to make out my NEW New Year's resolution for 2013."
(She stands up and walks off the scene.)
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(Our scene opens with a closeup shot of Mercedes Vargas, who appears to listen to a question for a promotional interview for her match this weekend on Collision.)
"Two weeks ago....Two weeks ago, it finally dawned on me. All along, Crystal Hilton's problem...was me. This thing, this feud or “rivalry” I guess you can say, between us, has been going on since, what, 2009? And it's like I said, I've been fighting her for most of 2012. And for most of 2012, I've pinned her not once, but twice. Yes, they were tag matches, but the fact remains. Am I concerned that I haven't beaten her one-on-one? Should I be? Look, when I made my New Year's resolutions for 2013, a match with Crystal Hilton wasn't on it. In fact, this match means nothing to me."
(The interview segues into highlights from Mercedes' loss to Emma Danielson from the last Collision of 2012 as Mercedes continues.)
"She was nothing more but a distraction. Nobody told her to walk out there that night and be on commentary, nobody told Crystal that she had to get involved in my business. As far as I'm concerned, she deserved that Black Rose Overdrive. And had I pulled back on her supple neck a little further when I locked in Divine Mercy, we wouldn't be having this conversation – We would be visiting her in intensive care.
"You think I'm going to start walking on eggshells now because of what I said about her sister-in-law? Not a chance. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I’ll say it mumbling in my sleep, I’ll say it while parading down her neighborhood with a megaphone, I’ll say it from my rooftop, I’ll say it behind a camera, I’ll say it in a backstage interview, I’ll say it to her face in the ring. I’ll say it a million times to Jennifer's face. She is, was, and always will be a fluke. A paper champion. A statistic. A transitional champion who was just fortunate to have a lengthy title reign. And she made the transition to an even worse title holder. Don’t blame me, blame her for proving me right. She could have ended the year and enter 2013 still champion, but what does she do? She does what every member of her stupid family does – she chokes."
(She put her hands to her throat, pretending to be choking.)
"So she won Rookie of the Year? Big deal. Doesn't change the fact that her reign is possibly the worst reign in the history of the Starlets Division, OK? No one cared that she posed in a photoshoot with her bestie, Ashlie. No one cared that she celebrated her birthday, or won a stupid little trophy, or that she was engaged to be married. And quite honestly, no one cares about what Crystal Hilton has to say. The audacity of her calling me out to face her on pay-per-view is ludicrous. This is a waste of time – for her, and especially for me. The match we had at Mind Games last week? Make no mistake about it, I'm not bitter about the outcome, I'm not bitter about losing. I'm bitter about the fact that in our re-match, there's a third person involved here. Where does Rose Acantha fit into this match, I don't know. This has been a terrible few weeks for me. The loss to Emma, sure. Bad enough that I tapped out to Rose Acantha, but even worse that I tapped out at Mind Games to Crystal Hilton".)
(We're shown highlights from that match and the segment transitions to Crystal's final moments before her emphatic victory, locking Mercedes into the Withering Rose submission and forcing her to tap out to the painful hold.)
"I think Kelly Fox, I think The Ace and Kat Conway, never even saw this match happening. They didn't see Crystal Hilton versus Mercedes Vargas as a part of the card. And even for me, with Jake constantly pulling my strings, finding new ways to keep himself up at night, thinking and plotting at what his next course of action should be in torturing me...I think he's enjoying this."
(Sitting across from Mercedes, Carly Robins listens intently as the blonde interviewer nods.)
"Is there anything else you would like to say to either of your opponents ahead of Collision?"
"I have nothing to say to Rose, she knows what's coming to her. Now as for Crystal...Whether she likes me or hates me, she will respect me. And if she doesn't? Well, I'm going to have to beat the respect out of her. Since her most recent comeback, she hasn’t shown anything outside her tricks, and now people are seeing through her like those damn mirrors she's used to talk to. And just like Freya, I’m still not sure what her last name should be. But, Carly, what I can be sure about is that when I kick her ass this weekend on Collision, you're going to want to be tuning in."
(Fades.)