Post by Mercedes Vargas on Jun 4, 2013 19:30:39 GMT -5
Grass is mostly green. Water is wet. The sun is hot, rises in the East and sets in the West. These are some generally well-known facts. In life, you are guaranteed three things: death, taxes, and me winning my debut match. Shouldn’t have to be a surprise there. But let’s face it, you didn’t have to read the spoilers to know that this match was pretty much decided the moment it was entered into the minds of CPW management. Still, you had to hand it to Miyoko Oshiro. She was very much determined. It’s not for a lack of trying on her part, because if she was facing someone else in the first round, maybe, just maybe, the outcome would have been different.
Nah, it wouldn’t.
She still would have lost.
In the end, it didn’t matter.
In the end, she was dropped on her head.
In the end, she became the first name on my checklist.
Miyoko Oshiro is now in my rearview mirror, and it really doesn't matter who I have to defeat next to become the inaugural Siren’s Champion, because I’m going to win this tournament. And don't make the mistake and take it as a threat. Don't take it as a promise. Don't take it as a guarantee...
Take it as fact.
The fact that I’m moving on to the final four of the Siren’s Championship Tournament. The fact that none of you are going to stop me from getting what I want. The fact that try as you might, you will only serve to be an example, just like little Miyoko - as another name on my checklist.
Because you can't argue with facts. And there will be no argument as to who's going to be challenging for the Siren’s Championship.
You can’t argue with facts, even though the question is completely obvious.
Who am I to tell you I’m going to win?
I’m the Argentine Assassin, Mercedes Vargas.
And I will not be undone.
«Our scene opens on Mercedes watching TV in her living room. She turns away from the TV briefly as her brother enters the living room from the kitchen. He knocks back the can of soda in his hand.»
"Jeopardy again? The big game is on tonight!"
Don't worry, Jorge. *grabbing the remote a second before he can get his hands on it as he falls on the couch* It's not until 8:30. Relax.
The hell is this?
*putting her fingers to her lips and turning up the volume* Shhhhhhh! It's "CPW Week."
«They look at the TV as Alex Trebeck returns to his podium after a little chitchat with the three contestants, two male and one female between them and all behind lecterns as the host reads the next clue.»
ALEX: This person became the first name crossed off by this "Argentine Assassin."
«A five second pause ensues before the buzzer sounds from Contestant 1's lectern.»
ALEX: Peter?
CONTESTANT 1: Who is Fukuyu Soone?
ALEX: No. *a second buzzer sounds* Greg?
CONTESTANT 3: Who is Kymiku Shinsuzuki?
ALEX: Sorry, but that's incorrect.
«Contestant 2's buzzer sounds as Alex recognizes her.»
ALEX: Nina?
CONTESTANT 2: Who is...Miyoko Oshiro?"
ALEX: Correct. *applause from the audience* And now that brings you into a tie with Peter and Greg as we head into "Final Jeopardy." Go again.
«Before Nina chooses the final category, another sound effect causes the host to raise his index finger.»
ALEX: That chime means we're out of time and thus concludes our Double Jeopardy! Round, so this final clue will serve as the "Final Jeopardy" question.
«Alex turns to the board as he reads the final clue which appears.»
ALEX: Subject is "Know Your CPW Superstars." *turning back to the contestants* And we'll get to know who that superstar is...*drawing suspense* when we return right after these messages.
Never let it be said that Zelda Knite doesn’t know how to make an entrance.
Yes, Zelda is now back in a wrestling ring… it’s a proud day for us all!
OMG. WTF? IDK. FTW.
Yup. All acronyms.
Up is down, left is right, backwards is forwards…I’m so confused.
That is what you were going for, right?
Hey, show of hands. How many people expected what happened last week? Come on.
We were blindsided. You could say this is like that “Here Comes a New Challenger” voiceover from the Street Fighter series. I almost feel bad for Angel Kash. Almost. It’s a good thing she’s rich because that’s the only going for her. She probably won’t be the answer to world hunger, poverty, or the economy, but at least she is doing her part to make this world a better place. Even though she has zero talent, I’ll say this much for her, if you add eleven zeroes to that, you’ll have a trillion reasons why she was never a threat in this tournament to begin with.
CPW gives us the chance to wipe the slate clean and start fresh. It’s a new playground for us. It’s a new playground for you, your Level 1, shall we say, and you’re anxious to start vanquishing some more “Goombas”, or “Toads”, or “Koopas”, whatever. What you fail to understand is that I’m not a video game character. I’m not made of pixels. I’m as real as you can get. I’m your opponent. You’re getting in the ring with someone who has defeated you on two occasions, that’s as real as it gets.
When you look across the ring at me and I look into your eyes, you aren’t a legend. I won’t be seeing the three-time and last NCW World Starlets Champion. I’m not going to be looking at a Triple Crown winner. I’m not going to be looking at the only female to be inducted into that company’s hall of fame. I’m not going to looking at the final NCW World Champion. Your “legacy” does little to persuade me. Your legions of fans who have followed you your entire career don’t intimidate me. This certain mystique, aura, and presence about you when facing any given opponent is something I find, well, amusing. Oh, and before you go on some tangent about having a serious inferiority-complex level of hatred against you, that couldn’t be further from the truth.
You’re no special snowflake, Zelda. You’re like all the rest.
Nothing more but competition.
Another stepping stone.
Just another obstacle in my way.
The only thing standing between failure and making the finals of this tournament…is me.
The only thing standing between you and me is reality.
You’re probably going to hate me for this.
Actually, let me rephrase that.
You’re probably going to hate me for this, while I wouldn't care less if you did hate me. If you were facing anyone else, they would take issue about how you slithered your way into this tournament. Me? I’m glad you’re in, Zelda. And you want to know why?
Because it all comes full circle now.
This chance at the championship isn't something that I need to do to prove to the rest of the world that I'm championship material. I already eliminated you from one tournament. Let’s see if I can make lightning strike twice and eliminate you from this one.
What’s different: There isn’t going to be a redhead or my former tag team partner to screw me over, and in the same breath your sister-in-law won’t be around to screw you over. For once, it’s a level playing field.
What’s similar: Silly rabbit, were you not paying attention? You’re 0-2 against me. The third time won’t be the charm.
The third time is where you strike out.
That’s not an opinion, Zelda. That’s a guarantee.
No, don't shake your head. Don’t try to persuade me, you know it's the truth. Your eyes says it all, much more than anything that comes out of your mouth. Don’t think that just because you got a free ride into the semifinals that you’re going to waltz right through this tournament. Don’t expect the sea to part again. This is far from a cakewalk. You won’t get the satisfaction of lounging around in your easy chair this time, because I’m going to make you shift in your seat, make you a little uncomfortable. I’m going to get under your skin and light that fire under you just because I can.
As good as you are, as great as you are, you’re not going to get past me.
It’s not going to happen.
Not on my watch.
Not while I have anything to say about it.
Not with what you’re facing in a matter of twenty-four hours. This isn't just another tune up match like what you had with Angel Kash, trust me. You’re going to be in for the fight of your life. Like it or not, believe it or not, I’ve got your number, Zelda, so you might as well prepare for the disappointment heading your way. There’s no getting over, under, around or through it. Your fifteen minutes of fame – or infamy, take your pick – is up.
So, Zelda, bring everything you got, sharpen your video game banter, tune up that light saber, do whatever you feel you need to do, because it’s going to take a lot more than your flashiness to stop this momentum. You’re never one to back away from a challenge, but, sweetheart, this is one challenge you won’t overcome. Accept your defeat, embrace your failure, and come to grips with reality, because if you don’t, you’re going to find yourself with more than you can handle when you step in the ring with me.
Sorry, but this game was over before it even began.
And you just ran out of coins.
«Jorge finishes the rest of his soda as he stealthy changes the channel to SportsCenter highlights, while Mercedes is in the kitchen, rummaging through the refrigerator.»
Hey, Merce, get me another soda?
You drank them all. And the beer. And the apple juice. And an empty milk carton is staring me in the face.
«She returns to the room, slightly leaning on something, hands akimbo, and shakes her head.»
This is why we can’t have nice things!
«She sighs, throwing up her hands in frustration as she storms off, cursing in Spanish. Watching her leave, Jorge yawns and turns up the volume to drown out the noise before the remote is yanked out of his hand. Jorge fights over the remote before we see Alex Trebeck along with the winner as he turns to the camera.»
ALEX: Tomorrow on Jeopardy, we continue CPW Week with three two new contestants as they look to topple Nina Collins in a tournament of champions edition. So long, everybody.
«Mercedes stares at her brother, who can only laugh nervously.»
Thanks a lot. You're dead to me.
«Throwing the remote at Jorge who barely dodges from getting hit, he shakes her head as Mercedes heads out, slamming the door behind her»
I'll take "Pissed Off For No Reason" for 500, Alex.
So, I read that I’m supposed be playing the spoiler in Penny Brooks' little column this week going into this match. You know, at first I was offended, but then I took that comment in stride. There is nothing more motivating than a little bulletin board material.
You want a spoiler?
Oh, I got your spoiler right here...
On CPW TV, Mercedes Vargas defeats Zelda Knite and moves on to the finals of the Championship Pro Wrestling Siren's Championship Tournament.
See, I don't plan on losing this game, Zelda. I'm going to last.
They say you’re the odds-on-favorite to win, but I like to be against the odds, and I can tell you that the odds won't be in your favor.
They’re in mine.
But, of course, you’ll tell me different, right? After all, according to you, life is a game, and you always have the high score.
You might want to check the score again…
You’ve just been bumped from the leaderboard.
Nah, it wouldn’t.
She still would have lost.
In the end, it didn’t matter.
In the end, she was dropped on her head.
In the end, she became the first name on my checklist.
Miyoko Oshiro is now in my rearview mirror, and it really doesn't matter who I have to defeat next to become the inaugural Siren’s Champion, because I’m going to win this tournament. And don't make the mistake and take it as a threat. Don't take it as a promise. Don't take it as a guarantee...
Take it as fact.
The fact that I’m moving on to the final four of the Siren’s Championship Tournament. The fact that none of you are going to stop me from getting what I want. The fact that try as you might, you will only serve to be an example, just like little Miyoko - as another name on my checklist.
Because you can't argue with facts. And there will be no argument as to who's going to be challenging for the Siren’s Championship.
You can’t argue with facts, even though the question is completely obvious.
Who am I to tell you I’m going to win?
I’m the Argentine Assassin, Mercedes Vargas.
And I will not be undone.
_______≈₪≈______
«Our scene opens on Mercedes watching TV in her living room. She turns away from the TV briefly as her brother enters the living room from the kitchen. He knocks back the can of soda in his hand.»
"Jeopardy again? The big game is on tonight!"
Don't worry, Jorge. *grabbing the remote a second before he can get his hands on it as he falls on the couch* It's not until 8:30. Relax.
The hell is this?
*putting her fingers to her lips and turning up the volume* Shhhhhhh! It's "CPW Week."
«They look at the TV as Alex Trebeck returns to his podium after a little chitchat with the three contestants, two male and one female between them and all behind lecterns as the host reads the next clue.»
ALEX: This person became the first name crossed off by this "Argentine Assassin."
«A five second pause ensues before the buzzer sounds from Contestant 1's lectern.»
ALEX: Peter?
CONTESTANT 1: Who is Fukuyu Soone?
ALEX: No. *a second buzzer sounds* Greg?
CONTESTANT 3: Who is Kymiku Shinsuzuki?
ALEX: Sorry, but that's incorrect.
«Contestant 2's buzzer sounds as Alex recognizes her.»
ALEX: Nina?
CONTESTANT 2: Who is...Miyoko Oshiro?"
ALEX: Correct. *applause from the audience* And now that brings you into a tie with Peter and Greg as we head into "Final Jeopardy." Go again.
«Before Nina chooses the final category, another sound effect causes the host to raise his index finger.»
ALEX: That chime means we're out of time and thus concludes our Double Jeopardy! Round, so this final clue will serve as the "Final Jeopardy" question.
«Alex turns to the board as he reads the final clue which appears.»
ALEX: Subject is "Know Your CPW Superstars." *turning back to the contestants* And we'll get to know who that superstar is...*drawing suspense* when we return right after these messages.
_______≈₪≈______
Never let it be said that Zelda Knite doesn’t know how to make an entrance.
Yes, Zelda is now back in a wrestling ring… it’s a proud day for us all!
OMG. WTF? IDK. FTW.
Yup. All acronyms.
Up is down, left is right, backwards is forwards…I’m so confused.
That is what you were going for, right?
Hey, show of hands. How many people expected what happened last week? Come on.
We were blindsided. You could say this is like that “Here Comes a New Challenger” voiceover from the Street Fighter series. I almost feel bad for Angel Kash. Almost. It’s a good thing she’s rich because that’s the only going for her. She probably won’t be the answer to world hunger, poverty, or the economy, but at least she is doing her part to make this world a better place. Even though she has zero talent, I’ll say this much for her, if you add eleven zeroes to that, you’ll have a trillion reasons why she was never a threat in this tournament to begin with.
CPW gives us the chance to wipe the slate clean and start fresh. It’s a new playground for us. It’s a new playground for you, your Level 1, shall we say, and you’re anxious to start vanquishing some more “Goombas”, or “Toads”, or “Koopas”, whatever. What you fail to understand is that I’m not a video game character. I’m not made of pixels. I’m as real as you can get. I’m your opponent. You’re getting in the ring with someone who has defeated you on two occasions, that’s as real as it gets.
When you look across the ring at me and I look into your eyes, you aren’t a legend. I won’t be seeing the three-time and last NCW World Starlets Champion. I’m not going to be looking at a Triple Crown winner. I’m not going to be looking at the only female to be inducted into that company’s hall of fame. I’m not going to looking at the final NCW World Champion. Your “legacy” does little to persuade me. Your legions of fans who have followed you your entire career don’t intimidate me. This certain mystique, aura, and presence about you when facing any given opponent is something I find, well, amusing. Oh, and before you go on some tangent about having a serious inferiority-complex level of hatred against you, that couldn’t be further from the truth.
You’re no special snowflake, Zelda. You’re like all the rest.
Nothing more but competition.
Another stepping stone.
Just another obstacle in my way.
The only thing standing between failure and making the finals of this tournament…is me.
The only thing standing between you and me is reality.
You’re probably going to hate me for this.
Actually, let me rephrase that.
You’re probably going to hate me for this, while I wouldn't care less if you did hate me. If you were facing anyone else, they would take issue about how you slithered your way into this tournament. Me? I’m glad you’re in, Zelda. And you want to know why?
Because it all comes full circle now.
This chance at the championship isn't something that I need to do to prove to the rest of the world that I'm championship material. I already eliminated you from one tournament. Let’s see if I can make lightning strike twice and eliminate you from this one.
What’s different: There isn’t going to be a redhead or my former tag team partner to screw me over, and in the same breath your sister-in-law won’t be around to screw you over. For once, it’s a level playing field.
What’s similar: Silly rabbit, were you not paying attention? You’re 0-2 against me. The third time won’t be the charm.
The third time is where you strike out.
That’s not an opinion, Zelda. That’s a guarantee.
No, don't shake your head. Don’t try to persuade me, you know it's the truth. Your eyes says it all, much more than anything that comes out of your mouth. Don’t think that just because you got a free ride into the semifinals that you’re going to waltz right through this tournament. Don’t expect the sea to part again. This is far from a cakewalk. You won’t get the satisfaction of lounging around in your easy chair this time, because I’m going to make you shift in your seat, make you a little uncomfortable. I’m going to get under your skin and light that fire under you just because I can.
As good as you are, as great as you are, you’re not going to get past me.
It’s not going to happen.
Not on my watch.
Not while I have anything to say about it.
Not with what you’re facing in a matter of twenty-four hours. This isn't just another tune up match like what you had with Angel Kash, trust me. You’re going to be in for the fight of your life. Like it or not, believe it or not, I’ve got your number, Zelda, so you might as well prepare for the disappointment heading your way. There’s no getting over, under, around or through it. Your fifteen minutes of fame – or infamy, take your pick – is up.
So, Zelda, bring everything you got, sharpen your video game banter, tune up that light saber, do whatever you feel you need to do, because it’s going to take a lot more than your flashiness to stop this momentum. You’re never one to back away from a challenge, but, sweetheart, this is one challenge you won’t overcome. Accept your defeat, embrace your failure, and come to grips with reality, because if you don’t, you’re going to find yourself with more than you can handle when you step in the ring with me.
Sorry, but this game was over before it even began.
And you just ran out of coins.
_______≈₪≈______
«Jorge finishes the rest of his soda as he stealthy changes the channel to SportsCenter highlights, while Mercedes is in the kitchen, rummaging through the refrigerator.»
Hey, Merce, get me another soda?
You drank them all. And the beer. And the apple juice. And an empty milk carton is staring me in the face.
«She returns to the room, slightly leaning on something, hands akimbo, and shakes her head.»
This is why we can’t have nice things!
«She sighs, throwing up her hands in frustration as she storms off, cursing in Spanish. Watching her leave, Jorge yawns and turns up the volume to drown out the noise before the remote is yanked out of his hand. Jorge fights over the remote before we see Alex Trebeck along with the winner as he turns to the camera.»
ALEX: Tomorrow on Jeopardy, we continue CPW Week with three two new contestants as they look to topple Nina Collins in a tournament of champions edition. So long, everybody.
«Mercedes stares at her brother, who can only laugh nervously.»
Thanks a lot. You're dead to me.
«Throwing the remote at Jorge who barely dodges from getting hit, he shakes her head as Mercedes heads out, slamming the door behind her»
I'll take "Pissed Off For No Reason" for 500, Alex.
_______≈₪≈______
So, I read that I’m supposed be playing the spoiler in Penny Brooks' little column this week going into this match. You know, at first I was offended, but then I took that comment in stride. There is nothing more motivating than a little bulletin board material.
You want a spoiler?
Oh, I got your spoiler right here...
On CPW TV, Mercedes Vargas defeats Zelda Knite and moves on to the finals of the Championship Pro Wrestling Siren's Championship Tournament.
See, I don't plan on losing this game, Zelda. I'm going to last.
They say you’re the odds-on-favorite to win, but I like to be against the odds, and I can tell you that the odds won't be in your favor.
They’re in mine.
But, of course, you’ll tell me different, right? After all, according to you, life is a game, and you always have the high score.
You might want to check the score again…
You’ve just been bumped from the leaderboard.