Post by Mercedes Vargas on Aug 6, 2013 23:25:24 GMT -5
OFF-CAMERA || CANADIAN CHAOS PPV || SCOTIABANK SADDLEDOME || CALGARY, ALBERTA || SUNDAY, JULY 28, 2013
«Mercedes Vargas buries her face in her hands and sighs deeply with a towel draped over her head, sitting on a bench in the empty locker room inside Scotiabank Saddledome, reflecting on the what happened to her moments ago at the pay-per-view.
Some would call it a travesty. Others would call it a case of simple bad luck or plain old upset.
But she knew better. She knew a lot better to know what this really was.»
«Suddenly, a knock on the door and Jorge shows up. He leans against the door frame and stares at her for a moment.»
Jorge: You OK?
«She doesn't look at him.»
Mercedes: Better than OK. Fantastic.
«Jorge checks his watch. It had to have been an hour or so after the show ended.»
Jorge: About the loss -
Mercedes: I’ve been doing this for four years. Four years! Sometimes I feel like I haven’t accomplished anything.
«Mercedes leans up as she places the towel over her neck.»
Jorge: Are you listening to yourself right now? You’re a world champion, three-time tag team champion, television champion. All the accolades and accomplishments you’ve won in your career. You’ve had lengthy title reigns and undefeated streaks. You’ve held 7 titles already in four years. Not many people can say that.
«Jorge sits on the bench next to Mercedes.»
Jorge: Remember that time when I was in Little League and you said that I sucked as a pitcher?
Mercedes: Yeah, I remember that story. I also remembered that you never played in Little League.
Jorge: Okay, Okay. Remember when I was in JV basketball and you said that I would never score a point?
Mercedes: That one was at least true, because you were cut so you never made the team.
Jorge: Hey, but at least I made varsity football. You said I would never touch the field.
Mercedes: And the only time you were on the field was during practice, and or holding the clipboard, or handing out Gatorade in plastic cups.
Jorge: The point I’m trying to make is, even though you said I’d never amount to anything, at least I was out there.
Mercedes: But this is different. This isn't about you, this is about me.
«She gets up and moves away, turning her back towards him.»
Mercedes: I haven’t won a match in five weeks. The last time I won on television was on the second show - and that was over two months ago.
«She turns around and faces him.»
Jorge: So you've lost a few matches, big deal. You can't win them all.
Mercedes: Tonight, I just lost my fourth match - in a row. That's a big deal. It's a big deal because tonight wasn't supposed to end this way. This was supposed to be MY NIGHT. My TIME. MY MOMENT.
«She threw her towel at him.»
Mercedes: AND IT WAS ALL TAKEN AWAY FROM ME!
«Mercedes turns away again as she runs her fingers through her hair, pausing to compose herself. Jorge slowly stands to his feet, shaking his head.»
Jorge: Are you done?
Mercedes: Yeah.
Jorge: If we hurry now, we just might catch the last flight out of here.
Mercedes: I'll be down in five minutes. I just need to be alone right now.
Jorge: Sure.
«Jorge walks out of the locker room before he stops and turns back to Mercedes.»
Jorge: Oh, and would you have twenty dollars for gas? We're kinda low.
Mercedes: Just go!
«Fade.»
Angel Kash, the reason why I’m looking forward to our match is not because this will be our first time facing each other, it’s not that I’m coming off one of the biggest losses here in CPW nine nights ago, it’s the fact that CPW management really picked a bad time to have you booked this week. As a matter of fact, you’re just thrown in here to help remind us of your existence. So I’m going to tell you about this match we have coming up on August 7, less than twenty-four hours from now, on the next CPW TV at the Target Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Whatever happens to you in this match, I will not be held responsible. I will not be held liable, and you can’t sue me, because all the best lawyers in the world aren’t going to save you once that bell rings.
Angel, each week I get to see you compete, I die a little inside. Why? Through no fault of your own, okay, maybe it is your own fault, you’ve managed to become the perennial welcoming mat of CPW. I’ve always been told growing up that you shouldn’t complain for anything because there is someone out there who has it much worse, and Angel? You’ve got it bad. I know I’ve hit a wall as of late, but yikes! You’ve lost all three of your matches you’ve been in, and when you have a scheduled match– it’s usually scrapped. So, to bring this up to speed, that’s zero wins, three losses, and three canceled matches. In retrospect, you’ve spent the better part of three months pretty much getting a paycheck and not much else.
I don’t see how you’re even here because it’s a waste of time, especially considering that you've got enough money to practically buy out this company if you wanted to. I shudder to think what CPW would be like if that were to happen, but I digress.
Angel, some would say that facing you is a charity match, and I can’t help but agree with them. However, you have the advantage here only because the last time you were in a match was four weeks ago against Roxi, while I’ve been on almost every show and pay-per-view. Am I going to take you lightly? Well, why not? Unless you prove otherwise, I don’t plan on letting up on why you’ll never amount to anything in CPW until you show that you really want to be known as someone to be taken seriously instead of a stuck up, vapid, brainless, spoiled brat. Just because you have money and are well off then everyone else doesn’t mean you have the right to make the rest of us miserable.
Now, as far as you and me are concerned, you can offer me money, but bribes don’t work on me either. Sorry to say, but there are some things money can't buy. For everything else, there’s MasterCard.
And for everyone else, you’re just the start. You're going to be the start of my redemption tour. And for all the rest of the girls in the back, I don't care who you are: Hall of Famer, veteran or newcomer, whether you've made a name for yourself or not, don't take it personal, just know that in the end it's only business.
I know how you like to be on celebrity lists, but you’re definitely going to love being on MY list. It’s filled with a notable who's who of names that has fallen at my side. You can take that pop bobbly, because you’re going to be drinking it.
Priceless by birth. Bitch by choice. Loser by nature.
Sounds like a nice life to live, isn’t it?
Come Wednesday, sweetheart, you’re going to have your hands full against me, the uncrowned Sirens Champion.
I’ll see you at CPW TV in Minnesota.
«Mercedes Vargas buries her face in her hands and sighs deeply with a towel draped over her head, sitting on a bench in the empty locker room inside Scotiabank Saddledome, reflecting on the what happened to her moments ago at the pay-per-view.
Some would call it a travesty. Others would call it a case of simple bad luck or plain old upset.
But she knew better. She knew a lot better to know what this really was.»
«Suddenly, a knock on the door and Jorge shows up. He leans against the door frame and stares at her for a moment.»
Jorge: You OK?
«She doesn't look at him.»
Mercedes: Better than OK. Fantastic.
«Jorge checks his watch. It had to have been an hour or so after the show ended.»
Jorge: About the loss -
Mercedes: I’ve been doing this for four years. Four years! Sometimes I feel like I haven’t accomplished anything.
«Mercedes leans up as she places the towel over her neck.»
Jorge: Are you listening to yourself right now? You’re a world champion, three-time tag team champion, television champion. All the accolades and accomplishments you’ve won in your career. You’ve had lengthy title reigns and undefeated streaks. You’ve held 7 titles already in four years. Not many people can say that.
«Jorge sits on the bench next to Mercedes.»
Jorge: Remember that time when I was in Little League and you said that I sucked as a pitcher?
Mercedes: Yeah, I remember that story. I also remembered that you never played in Little League.
Jorge: Okay, Okay. Remember when I was in JV basketball and you said that I would never score a point?
Mercedes: That one was at least true, because you were cut so you never made the team.
Jorge: Hey, but at least I made varsity football. You said I would never touch the field.
Mercedes: And the only time you were on the field was during practice, and or holding the clipboard, or handing out Gatorade in plastic cups.
Jorge: The point I’m trying to make is, even though you said I’d never amount to anything, at least I was out there.
Mercedes: But this is different. This isn't about you, this is about me.
«She gets up and moves away, turning her back towards him.»
Mercedes: I haven’t won a match in five weeks. The last time I won on television was on the second show - and that was over two months ago.
«She turns around and faces him.»
Jorge: So you've lost a few matches, big deal. You can't win them all.
Mercedes: Tonight, I just lost my fourth match - in a row. That's a big deal. It's a big deal because tonight wasn't supposed to end this way. This was supposed to be MY NIGHT. My TIME. MY MOMENT.
«She threw her towel at him.»
Mercedes: AND IT WAS ALL TAKEN AWAY FROM ME!
«Mercedes turns away again as she runs her fingers through her hair, pausing to compose herself. Jorge slowly stands to his feet, shaking his head.»
Jorge: Are you done?
Mercedes: Yeah.
Jorge: If we hurry now, we just might catch the last flight out of here.
Mercedes: I'll be down in five minutes. I just need to be alone right now.
Jorge: Sure.
«Jorge walks out of the locker room before he stops and turns back to Mercedes.»
Jorge: Oh, and would you have twenty dollars for gas? We're kinda low.
Mercedes: Just go!
«Fade.»
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Angel Kash, the reason why I’m looking forward to our match is not because this will be our first time facing each other, it’s not that I’m coming off one of the biggest losses here in CPW nine nights ago, it’s the fact that CPW management really picked a bad time to have you booked this week. As a matter of fact, you’re just thrown in here to help remind us of your existence. So I’m going to tell you about this match we have coming up on August 7, less than twenty-four hours from now, on the next CPW TV at the Target Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Whatever happens to you in this match, I will not be held responsible. I will not be held liable, and you can’t sue me, because all the best lawyers in the world aren’t going to save you once that bell rings.
Angel, each week I get to see you compete, I die a little inside. Why? Through no fault of your own, okay, maybe it is your own fault, you’ve managed to become the perennial welcoming mat of CPW. I’ve always been told growing up that you shouldn’t complain for anything because there is someone out there who has it much worse, and Angel? You’ve got it bad. I know I’ve hit a wall as of late, but yikes! You’ve lost all three of your matches you’ve been in, and when you have a scheduled match– it’s usually scrapped. So, to bring this up to speed, that’s zero wins, three losses, and three canceled matches. In retrospect, you’ve spent the better part of three months pretty much getting a paycheck and not much else.
I don’t see how you’re even here because it’s a waste of time, especially considering that you've got enough money to practically buy out this company if you wanted to. I shudder to think what CPW would be like if that were to happen, but I digress.
Angel, some would say that facing you is a charity match, and I can’t help but agree with them. However, you have the advantage here only because the last time you were in a match was four weeks ago against Roxi, while I’ve been on almost every show and pay-per-view. Am I going to take you lightly? Well, why not? Unless you prove otherwise, I don’t plan on letting up on why you’ll never amount to anything in CPW until you show that you really want to be known as someone to be taken seriously instead of a stuck up, vapid, brainless, spoiled brat. Just because you have money and are well off then everyone else doesn’t mean you have the right to make the rest of us miserable.
Now, as far as you and me are concerned, you can offer me money, but bribes don’t work on me either. Sorry to say, but there are some things money can't buy. For everything else, there’s MasterCard.
And for everyone else, you’re just the start. You're going to be the start of my redemption tour. And for all the rest of the girls in the back, I don't care who you are: Hall of Famer, veteran or newcomer, whether you've made a name for yourself or not, don't take it personal, just know that in the end it's only business.
I know how you like to be on celebrity lists, but you’re definitely going to love being on MY list. It’s filled with a notable who's who of names that has fallen at my side. You can take that pop bobbly, because you’re going to be drinking it.
Priceless by birth. Bitch by choice. Loser by nature.
Sounds like a nice life to live, isn’t it?
Come Wednesday, sweetheart, you’re going to have your hands full against me, the uncrowned Sirens Champion.
I’ll see you at CPW TV in Minnesota.