Marking Time, Tempting Fate The Fourth: Fireworks

"TELL ME THAT DID NOT JUST HAPPEN!"

«Scene fades in the parking lot area of Nassau Coliseum where we find Mercedes Vargas looking up with her hand covering her face. The shock of the loss to Roxi Johnson still very much fresh in her mind. As a roving camera follows her down to her car, she continues walking.»

Mercedes: I can’t believe that just happened. How many times is this going to happen to me? How many close calls is it going to take for me to finally win a match?

«Looking for something to vent her frustrations at, she gives a swift kick to the back wheel tire of an SUV before leaning on it and covering her face.»

Mercedes: I had Roxi Johnson where I wanted her and I let her slip through my fingers. Aaargh! I’m so frustrated right now. You know what? No, this is what Zelda wants. She wants to see me like this. She wants to see me crack, try and get me off my game, but you know what? This is just another loss. I’m way better than my win-loss record says right now. I’m way better than Roxi Johnson. She knows it. I know it. These scumbags right here in Long Island know it. That not an opinion, that’s not bragging – that’s FACT!

I just got to pick myself up and look to next week, that’s all, yeah.

«She just sat there with her steak in her lap, burning with a low blue flame.»

Mercedes: I’ll tell you this much, I feel sorry for the poor unfortunate soul who steps in the ring with me on the next show. Matter of fact, if I were them, and I’m soooooooo glad I’m NOT! I wouldn’t bother showing up in the arena that night, but if they do – expect whatever city we’ll be in next week to have a funeral on their hands.

«Mercedes storms off as our scene fades to black.»





«Scores of people crowd Coney Island as they are a few festivities on this Independence Day. The open sky, the ocean breeze, and the sight of hotdogs buns could mean that summer's favorite tradition was finally here. A view of the amusement area is seen as people line up to ride The Cyclone, while others gravitate to the Wonder Wheel.»

«At the fairgrounds, a man with the US Flag painted on his face and shoulder is watching the Mets game on an iPad as his wife is along with him, both sitting on lawn chairs. A golden retriever and a black Labrador are nearby, panting from the summer heat.»

«The beach are filled with the summer crowd, cooling off. We find Mercedes Vargas strolling along the beach while carrying her sandals, Jorge is trailing her not too far behind.»

Jorge: So, you want to go on the Wonder Wheel again?

Mercedes: Um, let me think about that…No. I really got sick the last time I went on one of those. Once bitten, twice shy.

«The Parachute Jump towers over the Coney Island boardwalk as they step onto the boards, heading over to one of the vendors, wearing a baseball cap. The vendor closes the register before taking up a notepad and jotting something down before looking up at his new customers. He smiles seeing Mercedes and Jorge as they walk up to him. The vendor and Jorge proceed to do an extravagantly worked out greeting - with all kinds of moves in it including a high five, a dap, fist bump, low five, and then pointing at each other. Mercedes simply shakes her head in amazement while crossing her arms.»

Vendor: We haven’t seen you in a month of Sundays. Merce, where have you been?

Mercedes: I’m a professional wrestler? Surely you know I travel around the world. (traces her finger in a circular motion) I just came back from a show in Long Island yesterday.

Vendor: Really? How did that go?

Mercedes: Don't want to talk about it.

Vendor: (holding up his hands innocently) Hey, just a simple question. So you staying around or what?

Mercedes: I’m heading out to Vegas for a match Sunday, then a show in Pittsburgh a week from today before I’m due for a trip across the pond in Leeds, England on the 15th.

Vendor: There’s no rest for the weary. So, what are you guys doing this weekend?

Mercedes: Oh, well, I thought I’d just run out for pizza, catch a movie, do a crossword puzzle, and, if I have time, go skydiving with him (pointing at Jorge, who has a startled look on his face)

Jorge: What, are you crazy? I'm terrified of airplanes.

Vendor: What can I getcha?

Jorge: Let me get a Margherita pizza slice, Quarter chicken, two Nathan’s…oh, and a large Diet Coke.

Vendor: Coming right up.

«The vendor nods, smiles, and began to prepare his order.»

Vendor: You saw the Nathan's Hot Dog Contest? That Joey Chestnut can eat. You have to wonder if that guy has two stomachs the way he wolfed down those hotdogs.

Mercedes: I don't know if I'm going to be able to sleep after watching that.

Vendor: Not a fan of competitive eating are you?

Mercedes: I can't believe it's considered a sport. I swear if this is at the Olympics, I'm moving to Canada.

«Mercedes turns back at the counter as the vendor slides Jorge’s order to him. He begins to chow down.»

Vendor: You know, Jorge. I think you could be a tough competitor if you wanted to compete in the sport.

Jorge: (talking between bites) No, thanks, I'll pass. Do you remember that time when Mercy went on the Parachute ride?

Vendor Yeah, I remember. You were upchucking on everything on sight.

«Jorge starts laughing as Mercedes joins them. Jorge is eating lemon meringue pie.»

Mercedes: You think that’s funny?

Jorge: Yeah, I do –

«Mercedes lifts the pie into his face.»

Mercedes: Shaddap your face!

«Mercedes leaves, leaving Jorge covered in pie. He takes a taste of the pie and note it's not bad.»

Jorge: Umm, lemon meringue.



Maybe I came into our match a little unprepared. Perhaps I may have came in and overestimated you. Congratulation anyway Roxanne, you got one over me. However, this changes nothing! I’m still the number one contender to the CPW Siren’s Championship and come Canadian Chaos I will do what you failed to do and become Sirens’ Champion. But as far as this week...

Wow. I don't know what to say. I'm actually speechless after hearing that promo. Believe me, I've heard some good ones, but yours? I don't know if I can top that. It's nice that you were able to rip off what you found in bio and pretty much recycle all of what Roxi said last week in a pathetic attempt to get under my skin.

Heather…Hannah…Heidi…Holly…whatever the hell your name is. Did you enjoy your Fourth of July? I hope so, because I’m primed to ruin your summer. Whatever momentum you think you had last show in your debut tag match last week? You can forget about it. CPW picked a bad week to have you standing across the ring from me, and you’re going to prove to them that they were right.

That, and anyone who is a friend of Addisyn Starr is an enemy of mine.

Now hair this, you dumb blonde. You’re not facing someone that came out of wrestling school just yesterday, you’re facing someone who can very well end your career before it truly began. This isn’t ballet, this is professional wrestling and you will get hurt. What good is telling you that you stand a chance against me? You don’t even have a prayer. You not even an opponent. You’re…you’re a ragdoll, a chew toy. A sacrifice. A simple act of charity given by CPW.

Cutting remarks notwithstanding, it brings me shear happiness that they’re doing this because I’m in a mood to get out some of this frustration from last show.

Get ready for some real fireworks Wednesday night.