Post by Mercedes Vargas on Jul 28, 2013 2:48:09 GMT -5
So, this is where it all ends for you, Roxanne.
Now, I know we were never close, and we probably never will be friends, but I think it's time for an intervention. You’ve been doing this for five years and where has it got you? That’s right, absolutely nowhere. Isn't it about time you stop lying to your fans, Roxi? Isn't it about time you stop lying to the rest of the lockeroom? Isn't it about time you stop lying to yourself? You need to come clean and stop pretending to be something you're not.
Just stop. The world doesn’t need a hero. The world doesn’t need someone like you to watch over them. Wrestling doesn’t need a hero. Stop the pretending. Stop lying to yourself. You’re not a hero, Roxi. You’re a dreamer. You're not the number one contender, you’re the number one pretender. No quasi-contender fluke win over me is going to change that. No executive decision is going to change that. And when you lose at pay-per-view – again – no excuse is going to change that.
Maria Salvatore can play favorites all she wants to, but that isn't going change the fact that you're not the favorite going into this, not even close.
You won't be setting yourself up for success at my expense. You'll be setting yourself up for broken dreams and promises. You'll have to answer to a lot of people you let down. Your fans, yourself, but mostly Maria Salvatore. The only person who gave you a chance, well, a second chance, when you never deserved it. The only person who gave you another opportunity when you really should have taken your defeat in stride. She had to draw the line somewhere.
Had it been anybody else on that roster, they were more than likely have to start all over again, climb that little ladder, but you? No, not Roxi Johnson, because she obviously sees something in you. She thinks you're special.
When we all know that you're not.
Roxi, you better hope that you actually live up to every word that comes of your mouth because after this, there will be no second chances. This is going to be your last chance at trying to reach that invisible brass ring. And even if you don't, that's OK, too. I think we both know you're just not cut out to be championship material. Just accept the fact that the closest you'll ever get to becoming Sirens Champion...
is in your dreams.
Except, nothing about this will be a dream, but the harsh reality that no one took you seriously to begin with.
“Glad all of you made it this evening. So, we pretty much covered all bases, but we still have one last topic to get to. Who would like to start?”
«Our scene opens up inside of a room where we find a group of people seated around in a circle. It seems as if they’ve been here for some time. From their facial expressions, we can also tell that they are in a serious debate. A woman wearing pink-tinted teashades moderates the meeting.»
«A brunette woman raises her hand.»
Moderator: Nina? Alright.
Nina: We’re twenty-fours away from Canadian Chaos and the obvious main event is for the Sirens Championship between Mercedes Vargas, Roxi Johnson, and the champion, Zelda Knite. I just want to start out by saying that I think we’re going to have a new champion Sunday night in Calgary, Alberta.
«A light skin man wearing a grey t-shirt and black jeans takes up a slice of pizza from the table.»
Kurt: Look, we all know that the only thing Psycho Syd has in her advantage is a championship advantage and her overrated fans, who for all we know, are just a bunch of bandwagons hitching to ride the Zelda train.
«A woman next to Kurt interrupts him.»
Christine: What about Roxi? She's every bit as good if not better than Zelda and Mercedes. If there is anyone that can possibly walk away as the new Sirens Champions, it's her.
Nina: I don't know. She did kind of get a free pass to get another shot at the title. Even if she did win, there's going to be a lot of controversy behind it. Zelda on the other hand...
Brandon: We get it. She’s good, she’s unbeaten. But how long do you think that’s going to last? Up until now she's been getting opponents that she could beat in her sleep. Come on!
TJ: She keeps talking about always having the high score. What is that all about? I mean, it’s not like she’s untouchable.
Nina: She’s always said that she gives her all in every match.
Brandon: Yeah, but Mercedes Vargas pretty much dominated their first match. Damn near had the match won in their second. Fact is, Zelda's beaten her and Roxi, as much as I hate to admit it.
Kurt: How many times do we have keep hearing this? Weeks, months, years? Let’s face it, Zelda Knite isn’t as good as she says she is. She talks about being the best ever? The best ever at what? Hyping herself? Having others hype her up?
«Murmuring takes over the meeting, but this is quickly squashed as the moderator raises her hand.»
Moderator: The lies, the double talk, the false bravado. Will she ever see the error of her ways?
Brandon: I think it's a bit late for that. Sunday, either Roxi or Mercedes wins it. My bet is on Vargas. She seems the more deadlier of the three. Roxi will screw up another chance, Zelda will rest on her laurels. Done.
«They were scant disagreements, but the group came to a general consensus.»
Moderator: I think we're done here. That said, this meeting of the I Hate Zelda Knite Club is now ended.
«Fade to black.»
"I'm nobody, who are you? Are you nobody too? Why, of course not. You’re Zelda Knite. Destroyer of Worlds."
«Our scene opens in...You know what, the scene isn''t all that important. It''s minimal. The backdrop is nondescript. Mercedes is sitting in a chair, in a room, a solitary light shining above her.»
"You don’t like my long-winded promos? Well, I’m sorry you feel that way. I’m surprised you even got past the first sentence, to be quite honest. Oh, well, that’s too damn bad. But then, there’s not much you can do about that now, is there? Looks like you’re going to have to, oh what’s that phrase, just deal with it. You think I’m boring now? Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet. You wait until Sunday, sweetheart, you’re going to be bored to tears.
"Like I said, Sydney, we’re going to be seeing each other a lot more often now. Sure, you’ll try to put on a brave face, but deep down inside, you’re going to start to hate it. Unlike a certain Starlet from Minnesota who you beat, like, 600 times and whose life you made a living hell or a another certain Starlet from the Great White North who you didn’t see much of a challenge, you’re going to start getting sick of seeing our names side by side on a typical card; you’re going to hate mentioning my name in your promos, exchanging pleasantries will be thrown out for intense stare downs every time we see each other backstage, and when we’re in the ring, you’re going to be downright disgusted having to look into my eyes when we’re standing across from one another.
"Trust me, I’m not the opponent who’s going to turn that frown upside down.
"See, princess, you may be in another castle, but you damn sure won’t be ruling it much like the last one. This isn’t going to be where you’re just skipping through the tulips and taking a rendezvous on every avenue. This isn’t where you’re lording over us, and reminding all the poor girls in the back that there’s a pecking order and we simply take a number and get in line.
"That title means a lot to you, doesn't it? You said it that having that title around your waist makes you special. It’s your aphrodisiac. It’s the air you breathe. It's your life support. Once that’s taken away, you most certainly be dead. I take that all away, Sydney, and you’re suddenly ordinary. You worked for this? No, that’s not right either. You weren't even there when the Sirens Championship Tournament was set in stone. You appeared out of nowhere and filled in for some nutcase, who claims to be your niece, who claims she was from the future. Maybe they finally fixed the timeline, and Ziggy finally let her leap home?"
«She shrugs her shoulders in indifference and quickly shakes her head. The thought was almost hard to believe, but stranger things have happened.»
"You don’t know what you've got until it’s gone, and this Sunday, I will be taking something away from you. This is about give-and-take, and for the most part, you have something that you value, and I always seem to be the one to take it.
"It’s just human nature, I guess.
"I've did it before. Nobody says I can't do it again.
"You have me all figured out, do you? Well you’re no Rubric cube yourself. You don’t think everyone sees through you? If there is anyone who talks out of both sides of their mouth, it’s you. One minute, you’re the underdog, the next you’re the incomprehensible Zelda Knite. If I had known any better, I would have thought you were getting acting tips from Crystal all this time.
"It’s not like this match is going to be handed to you, because the last two times we were the same ring, you looked rattled. No, that’s not quite right. You looked…scared, and for the most part you were getting your ass handed to you, only to pull off a victory at the end. You can quit with the doublespeak, I'm not buying it. You’re not an underdog. What you are is a bully and when someone finally stands up to you and looks you in the eye, you blink first. When you get shown up... you get scared. Push, and you get pushed back. And when push comes to shove, I shove back. Hard. And you better believe it.
"Maybe you’re not as intimidating as once long thought. Maybe, just maybe, people should start questioning your legacy, or, you know, the lack thereof. Once again, just goes to show that you’re vulnerable. You’re the Death Star, but even the Death Star can be destroyed."
«A soft red glow comprehends the darkness as Mercedes holds up a red-bladed lightsaber in front of her face. She leans in close just enough for it to cast a reflection of her eyes.»
"See, unlike Roxi, you can’t ask the question, “What have you done?” I’m almost sure you’ve glanced at my bio and seen my accolades. You can’t run up to me and ask, “Where’s your world championship, Mercedes?” Well, I am a world champion, plus I beat you for it, so there. I’m the one opponent who’s consistently gotten the better of you. Everybody knows it. Regardless of the outcome of this match, the fact remains that you know I’m in your head, and I don’t plan on leaving. I’m in your dreams, and that’s what keeps you up at night. And that brings us to our match, where I’ll be your worst nightmare inside the ring. When we step in the middle of the ring Sunday at Scotiabank Saddledome in Calgary, Alberta, Canada, that look you see in my eyes won’t be fear. Oh no, it’s anticipation. And I’m anticipating the moment when I make this night the worst you've had in your career.
"So, come on Zelda, tell me how I don’t stand a chance against you. Tell them the only reason why I’m facing you is because of Crystal’s stupidity and bias against Cynthia Warren that allowed me to pick up the win. Tell them that I won the chance to be on PPV only to lose to you, mock my win-loss record. Tell the world that I’m just another insert video game villain here and you can’t lose to someone like me and that I’m nothing to sleep over. Go ahead and downplay my accomplishments and make this match more about your accomplishments. Tell them that in the off chance that you do happen to slip up, or um, CHOKE Sunday, that I’ll have to be forced to look at the history books and see your name as being the first-ever champion and that I’m always going to chasing your high score. Tell them, Sydney, tell them.
"Tell them that being a double standard doesn't apply to you. Keep using your claims to a legacy as a crutch to help support the weight of your half-hearted performances.
"If you give them that, if you tell them that and they believe you – which they should as your word is pretty much taken as gospel – what will you tell them when your best wasn’t enough? What will you tell them when you give your best shot and that was the last bullet in the chamber? What will you tell them at the end of this match when I’m the one left standing holding up the championship and looking down at you shaking my head?"
«Seemingly restless, she starts waving the toy lightsaber around, then makes a thrust motions with it before placing the toy in her lap.»
"But you’re ready for it, right? You’re a big girl, you can handle it. At least I hope so. Matter of fact, it shouldn’t be much of a big deal, right? When you’re Zelda Knite, what’s one more win? When you’re Zelda Knite, what’s one more loss? Don’t give me that “you win some, you lose some” spiel. You think a loss doesn’t matter? It matters a lot more than you think. A single loss is another crack in your legend. A loss means another person wants off the hype train. Your so-called legend is nothing more but a fairy tale little kids has been read to before they go to sleep. I say so-called legend because you can’t claim to have something you never had, Sydney. Like you said, a single loss isn’t going to matter one way or another. Just that, you know, when you do lose on Sunday, at the end of the night you’ll always have your legion of fans, you’ll always have your brother and Crystal to comfort you and, more importantly, you’ll always have that high score.
"Of course, someone else will have already passed you on the leaderboard, but, uh, yeah.
"You can have the high score, Sydney.
"I have the high ground.
"I hope you have your priorities in order, sweetheart. I hope that it doesn’t come to the point where you decide to start throwing a bitchfit because you got wronged in a match – getting screwed out of a title you won in a fatal four-way and then losing it in the same night must have sucked, especially when you consider it was at another company’s pay-per-view. Only wished Madison Dyson would have used that YOLO excuse when she had the chance. Would have made my day! - or sulk for six weeks because you couldn’t put up with the constant criticism. What was that saying again? Pressure busts pipes, but it also makes diamonds. And you sure weren’t being a shining example, were you? You just cracked. That reminds me. What exactly were you doing for those six weeks in NCW anyway? Come on, spill. Did you go on some kind of pilgrimage? Were you on some quest to find yourself? Wait, wait. Were you in a forest? What did you do, talk to animals? Learn to be one with nature? Inquiring minds want to know.
"There will three words you'll be hearing after this. And no, it’s not the ones you’re probably expecting me to say."
«Vargas smiles.»
"Thanks for playing."
«Holding up the lighstsaber, Mercedes just as quickly breaks it across her knee, throwing the pieces over her shoulder. Our scene fades out as she gets up and walks away before the light source turns off blacking out the screen.»
Now, I know we were never close, and we probably never will be friends, but I think it's time for an intervention. You’ve been doing this for five years and where has it got you? That’s right, absolutely nowhere. Isn't it about time you stop lying to your fans, Roxi? Isn't it about time you stop lying to the rest of the lockeroom? Isn't it about time you stop lying to yourself? You need to come clean and stop pretending to be something you're not.
Just stop. The world doesn’t need a hero. The world doesn’t need someone like you to watch over them. Wrestling doesn’t need a hero. Stop the pretending. Stop lying to yourself. You’re not a hero, Roxi. You’re a dreamer. You're not the number one contender, you’re the number one pretender. No quasi-contender fluke win over me is going to change that. No executive decision is going to change that. And when you lose at pay-per-view – again – no excuse is going to change that.
Maria Salvatore can play favorites all she wants to, but that isn't going change the fact that you're not the favorite going into this, not even close.
You won't be setting yourself up for success at my expense. You'll be setting yourself up for broken dreams and promises. You'll have to answer to a lot of people you let down. Your fans, yourself, but mostly Maria Salvatore. The only person who gave you a chance, well, a second chance, when you never deserved it. The only person who gave you another opportunity when you really should have taken your defeat in stride. She had to draw the line somewhere.
Had it been anybody else on that roster, they were more than likely have to start all over again, climb that little ladder, but you? No, not Roxi Johnson, because she obviously sees something in you. She thinks you're special.
When we all know that you're not.
Roxi, you better hope that you actually live up to every word that comes of your mouth because after this, there will be no second chances. This is going to be your last chance at trying to reach that invisible brass ring. And even if you don't, that's OK, too. I think we both know you're just not cut out to be championship material. Just accept the fact that the closest you'll ever get to becoming Sirens Champion...
is in your dreams.
Except, nothing about this will be a dream, but the harsh reality that no one took you seriously to begin with.
_______≈₪≈______
“Glad all of you made it this evening. So, we pretty much covered all bases, but we still have one last topic to get to. Who would like to start?”
«Our scene opens up inside of a room where we find a group of people seated around in a circle. It seems as if they’ve been here for some time. From their facial expressions, we can also tell that they are in a serious debate. A woman wearing pink-tinted teashades moderates the meeting.»
«A brunette woman raises her hand.»
Moderator: Nina? Alright.
Nina: We’re twenty-fours away from Canadian Chaos and the obvious main event is for the Sirens Championship between Mercedes Vargas, Roxi Johnson, and the champion, Zelda Knite. I just want to start out by saying that I think we’re going to have a new champion Sunday night in Calgary, Alberta.
«A light skin man wearing a grey t-shirt and black jeans takes up a slice of pizza from the table.»
Kurt: Look, we all know that the only thing Psycho Syd has in her advantage is a championship advantage and her overrated fans, who for all we know, are just a bunch of bandwagons hitching to ride the Zelda train.
«A woman next to Kurt interrupts him.»
Christine: What about Roxi? She's every bit as good if not better than Zelda and Mercedes. If there is anyone that can possibly walk away as the new Sirens Champions, it's her.
Nina: I don't know. She did kind of get a free pass to get another shot at the title. Even if she did win, there's going to be a lot of controversy behind it. Zelda on the other hand...
Brandon: We get it. She’s good, she’s unbeaten. But how long do you think that’s going to last? Up until now she's been getting opponents that she could beat in her sleep. Come on!
TJ: She keeps talking about always having the high score. What is that all about? I mean, it’s not like she’s untouchable.
Nina: She’s always said that she gives her all in every match.
Brandon: Yeah, but Mercedes Vargas pretty much dominated their first match. Damn near had the match won in their second. Fact is, Zelda's beaten her and Roxi, as much as I hate to admit it.
Kurt: How many times do we have keep hearing this? Weeks, months, years? Let’s face it, Zelda Knite isn’t as good as she says she is. She talks about being the best ever? The best ever at what? Hyping herself? Having others hype her up?
«Murmuring takes over the meeting, but this is quickly squashed as the moderator raises her hand.»
Moderator: The lies, the double talk, the false bravado. Will she ever see the error of her ways?
Brandon: I think it's a bit late for that. Sunday, either Roxi or Mercedes wins it. My bet is on Vargas. She seems the more deadlier of the three. Roxi will screw up another chance, Zelda will rest on her laurels. Done.
«They were scant disagreements, but the group came to a general consensus.»
Moderator: I think we're done here. That said, this meeting of the I Hate Zelda Knite Club is now ended.
«Fade to black.»
_______≈₪≈______
"I'm nobody, who are you? Are you nobody too? Why, of course not. You’re Zelda Knite. Destroyer of Worlds."
«Our scene opens in...You know what, the scene isn''t all that important. It''s minimal. The backdrop is nondescript. Mercedes is sitting in a chair, in a room, a solitary light shining above her.»
"You don’t like my long-winded promos? Well, I’m sorry you feel that way. I’m surprised you even got past the first sentence, to be quite honest. Oh, well, that’s too damn bad. But then, there’s not much you can do about that now, is there? Looks like you’re going to have to, oh what’s that phrase, just deal with it. You think I’m boring now? Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet. You wait until Sunday, sweetheart, you’re going to be bored to tears.
"Like I said, Sydney, we’re going to be seeing each other a lot more often now. Sure, you’ll try to put on a brave face, but deep down inside, you’re going to start to hate it. Unlike a certain Starlet from Minnesota who you beat, like, 600 times and whose life you made a living hell or a another certain Starlet from the Great White North who you didn’t see much of a challenge, you’re going to start getting sick of seeing our names side by side on a typical card; you’re going to hate mentioning my name in your promos, exchanging pleasantries will be thrown out for intense stare downs every time we see each other backstage, and when we’re in the ring, you’re going to be downright disgusted having to look into my eyes when we’re standing across from one another.
"Trust me, I’m not the opponent who’s going to turn that frown upside down.
"See, princess, you may be in another castle, but you damn sure won’t be ruling it much like the last one. This isn’t going to be where you’re just skipping through the tulips and taking a rendezvous on every avenue. This isn’t where you’re lording over us, and reminding all the poor girls in the back that there’s a pecking order and we simply take a number and get in line.
"That title means a lot to you, doesn't it? You said it that having that title around your waist makes you special. It’s your aphrodisiac. It’s the air you breathe. It's your life support. Once that’s taken away, you most certainly be dead. I take that all away, Sydney, and you’re suddenly ordinary. You worked for this? No, that’s not right either. You weren't even there when the Sirens Championship Tournament was set in stone. You appeared out of nowhere and filled in for some nutcase, who claims to be your niece, who claims she was from the future. Maybe they finally fixed the timeline, and Ziggy finally let her leap home?"
«She shrugs her shoulders in indifference and quickly shakes her head. The thought was almost hard to believe, but stranger things have happened.»
"You don’t know what you've got until it’s gone, and this Sunday, I will be taking something away from you. This is about give-and-take, and for the most part, you have something that you value, and I always seem to be the one to take it.
"It’s just human nature, I guess.
"I've did it before. Nobody says I can't do it again.
"You have me all figured out, do you? Well you’re no Rubric cube yourself. You don’t think everyone sees through you? If there is anyone who talks out of both sides of their mouth, it’s you. One minute, you’re the underdog, the next you’re the incomprehensible Zelda Knite. If I had known any better, I would have thought you were getting acting tips from Crystal all this time.
"It’s not like this match is going to be handed to you, because the last two times we were the same ring, you looked rattled. No, that’s not quite right. You looked…scared, and for the most part you were getting your ass handed to you, only to pull off a victory at the end. You can quit with the doublespeak, I'm not buying it. You’re not an underdog. What you are is a bully and when someone finally stands up to you and looks you in the eye, you blink first. When you get shown up... you get scared. Push, and you get pushed back. And when push comes to shove, I shove back. Hard. And you better believe it.
"Maybe you’re not as intimidating as once long thought. Maybe, just maybe, people should start questioning your legacy, or, you know, the lack thereof. Once again, just goes to show that you’re vulnerable. You’re the Death Star, but even the Death Star can be destroyed."
«A soft red glow comprehends the darkness as Mercedes holds up a red-bladed lightsaber in front of her face. She leans in close just enough for it to cast a reflection of her eyes.»
"See, unlike Roxi, you can’t ask the question, “What have you done?” I’m almost sure you’ve glanced at my bio and seen my accolades. You can’t run up to me and ask, “Where’s your world championship, Mercedes?” Well, I am a world champion, plus I beat you for it, so there. I’m the one opponent who’s consistently gotten the better of you. Everybody knows it. Regardless of the outcome of this match, the fact remains that you know I’m in your head, and I don’t plan on leaving. I’m in your dreams, and that’s what keeps you up at night. And that brings us to our match, where I’ll be your worst nightmare inside the ring. When we step in the middle of the ring Sunday at Scotiabank Saddledome in Calgary, Alberta, Canada, that look you see in my eyes won’t be fear. Oh no, it’s anticipation. And I’m anticipating the moment when I make this night the worst you've had in your career.
"So, come on Zelda, tell me how I don’t stand a chance against you. Tell them the only reason why I’m facing you is because of Crystal’s stupidity and bias against Cynthia Warren that allowed me to pick up the win. Tell them that I won the chance to be on PPV only to lose to you, mock my win-loss record. Tell the world that I’m just another insert video game villain here and you can’t lose to someone like me and that I’m nothing to sleep over. Go ahead and downplay my accomplishments and make this match more about your accomplishments. Tell them that in the off chance that you do happen to slip up, or um, CHOKE Sunday, that I’ll have to be forced to look at the history books and see your name as being the first-ever champion and that I’m always going to chasing your high score. Tell them, Sydney, tell them.
"Tell them that being a double standard doesn't apply to you. Keep using your claims to a legacy as a crutch to help support the weight of your half-hearted performances.
"If you give them that, if you tell them that and they believe you – which they should as your word is pretty much taken as gospel – what will you tell them when your best wasn’t enough? What will you tell them when you give your best shot and that was the last bullet in the chamber? What will you tell them at the end of this match when I’m the one left standing holding up the championship and looking down at you shaking my head?"
«Seemingly restless, she starts waving the toy lightsaber around, then makes a thrust motions with it before placing the toy in her lap.»
"But you’re ready for it, right? You’re a big girl, you can handle it. At least I hope so. Matter of fact, it shouldn’t be much of a big deal, right? When you’re Zelda Knite, what’s one more win? When you’re Zelda Knite, what’s one more loss? Don’t give me that “you win some, you lose some” spiel. You think a loss doesn’t matter? It matters a lot more than you think. A single loss is another crack in your legend. A loss means another person wants off the hype train. Your so-called legend is nothing more but a fairy tale little kids has been read to before they go to sleep. I say so-called legend because you can’t claim to have something you never had, Sydney. Like you said, a single loss isn’t going to matter one way or another. Just that, you know, when you do lose on Sunday, at the end of the night you’ll always have your legion of fans, you’ll always have your brother and Crystal to comfort you and, more importantly, you’ll always have that high score.
"Of course, someone else will have already passed you on the leaderboard, but, uh, yeah.
"You can have the high score, Sydney.
"I have the high ground.
"I hope you have your priorities in order, sweetheart. I hope that it doesn’t come to the point where you decide to start throwing a bitchfit because you got wronged in a match – getting screwed out of a title you won in a fatal four-way and then losing it in the same night must have sucked, especially when you consider it was at another company’s pay-per-view. Only wished Madison Dyson would have used that YOLO excuse when she had the chance. Would have made my day! - or sulk for six weeks because you couldn’t put up with the constant criticism. What was that saying again? Pressure busts pipes, but it also makes diamonds. And you sure weren’t being a shining example, were you? You just cracked. That reminds me. What exactly were you doing for those six weeks in NCW anyway? Come on, spill. Did you go on some kind of pilgrimage? Were you on some quest to find yourself? Wait, wait. Were you in a forest? What did you do, talk to animals? Learn to be one with nature? Inquiring minds want to know.
"There will three words you'll be hearing after this. And no, it’s not the ones you’re probably expecting me to say."
«Vargas smiles.»
"Thanks for playing."
«Holding up the lighstsaber, Mercedes just as quickly breaks it across her knee, throwing the pieces over her shoulder. Our scene fades out as she gets up and walks away before the light source turns off blacking out the screen.»