Post by Mercedes Vargas on Apr 12, 2018 14:38:25 GMT -5
The Sound and the Fury
Present Day ♦ B O S T O N, M A S S A C H U S E T T S
[REC•]
Mercedes Vargas spends the afternoon feeding wild ducks here in Boston Common. Wearing a pair of black-rimmed library glasses, the Argentine seems to enjoy the tranquil nature of the park. She throws what left of the pieces of grapes she has in her hand before turning to the camera.
"You don't need to tell me how important the contendership match was two weeks ago. Just ask my opponents, they'll tell you. I'm not going to make excuses, because I don't have any. I never made any promises to win either, but credit where it's due. I guess we're going to find out if Gwen-Gwen takes advantage of her golden opportunity, or it ends up as a wasted opportunity."
Mercedes points to herself.
"As for me, you're probably asking where do I go from here after the last show. The short answer? I'm not "going" anywhere. I'm definitely not getting bent out of shape just because a contendership match didn't go my way. I'm better than that. Think I'm more than proven in this sport and I don't have to prove myself to anybody. My time will come again to contend for the world title. And looking at the roster, I don't think I'll be waiting very long.
"It's an express lane here."
She offers a nonchalantly shrug.
"As for me, it seems like my next opponent is anxious to get back in the ring. I would be too if my pay-per-view debut didn't exactly pan out, especially if it was a title match. Now, granted, this is my first time facing Amber Cooke. I don't know her from Eve. She's been in a few matches in here in CW, she's won some, she's lost some. I don't think I'm going to be under pressure this week. Here I get a rare chance to cut loose without so much as worrying about the outcome, let the match come to me. See what she's all about and whether she has fun putting on the boots and the makeup and acting like a badass or if that isn't just a word, but a warning. You know, as much as Amber thinks she has this chip on her shoulder, she still wasn't able to get that title on her waist at Ascendency.
"¡Qué lástima!"
What a shame!
A sad little shake of the head while mouthing the words "wow".
"Sure, we're coming up on six weeks since that loss yet while she can point out that I got pinned by Caitlyn Wright, the only difference is when I had my debut match, unlike you, Amber, I actually beat Lizzy Damon."
Cue Nelson laugh as she points at the camera.
"But you don't have to be smart to do that. And from all appearances, Amber is a lot smarter than she looks. She picked up my Hunger Games reference, but I bet she didn't know the author of the books the movies are based off of was an army brat. Just like you, Amber! Isn't that awesome?"
Mercedes smiles.
"Tell me, are you always this grumpy because you're giving off some strong negative vibes and that can't be good for you. Must have been all the angst constantly moving around growing up, huh? But what do I know, right? Not much.
"You angry, Amber? Good. You're going to need that. You're going to kick my ass? Even better. Because guess what? I'm going to kick your ass.
"You're just rearing to go, aren't you, Cujo? Tell you what, if you want to fight, hey, I have no problem throwing down. I might still be new to Combat, but not to the wrestling ring and I'll be more then happy to show you why underestimating me will be your biggest mistake.
"See, Spike knows I'm championship material. Don't believe me? Just ask him. NCW, IWF, any company I waltz into I'm a magnet and championships seems to gravitate towards me. You don't win championships every year since turning pro for nine years straight if you weren't good enough.
"I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and gosh darn it, people like me! And if you hate me, well, I rather be hated for who I am than who I'm not. I am everything you're not and everything you wish you could be.
"Know what else I'll be after Fury? A winner, at your expense."
Mercedes suddenly becomes quiet as she reaches for her glasses and slowly pulls them off, folding them in her hands and then placed them next to her.
"So Amber, bring all the badassery that you have. Bring everything that you got. I'm going to enjoy the look on your face when you see an arena full of fans in complete silence from watching you lose to me."
There’s a cocky half-grin on her face as she now speaks in Spanish.
"Estar preparado para lo peor, esperar lo mejor."
"Prepare for the worst, hope for the best."
"Y que la suerte..."
"And may the odds..."
Mercedes pauses, shaking her index finger at the camera.
"Well, I think you know the rest."
***Fade***
Present Day ♦ B O S T O N, M A S S A C H U S E T T S
[REC•]
Mercedes Vargas spends the afternoon feeding wild ducks here in Boston Common. Wearing a pair of black-rimmed library glasses, the Argentine seems to enjoy the tranquil nature of the park. She throws what left of the pieces of grapes she has in her hand before turning to the camera.
"You don't need to tell me how important the contendership match was two weeks ago. Just ask my opponents, they'll tell you. I'm not going to make excuses, because I don't have any. I never made any promises to win either, but credit where it's due. I guess we're going to find out if Gwen-Gwen takes advantage of her golden opportunity, or it ends up as a wasted opportunity."
Mercedes points to herself.
"As for me, you're probably asking where do I go from here after the last show. The short answer? I'm not "going" anywhere. I'm definitely not getting bent out of shape just because a contendership match didn't go my way. I'm better than that. Think I'm more than proven in this sport and I don't have to prove myself to anybody. My time will come again to contend for the world title. And looking at the roster, I don't think I'll be waiting very long.
"It's an express lane here."
She offers a nonchalantly shrug.
"As for me, it seems like my next opponent is anxious to get back in the ring. I would be too if my pay-per-view debut didn't exactly pan out, especially if it was a title match. Now, granted, this is my first time facing Amber Cooke. I don't know her from Eve. She's been in a few matches in here in CW, she's won some, she's lost some. I don't think I'm going to be under pressure this week. Here I get a rare chance to cut loose without so much as worrying about the outcome, let the match come to me. See what she's all about and whether she has fun putting on the boots and the makeup and acting like a badass or if that isn't just a word, but a warning. You know, as much as Amber thinks she has this chip on her shoulder, she still wasn't able to get that title on her waist at Ascendency.
"¡Qué lástima!"
What a shame!
A sad little shake of the head while mouthing the words "wow".
"Sure, we're coming up on six weeks since that loss yet while she can point out that I got pinned by Caitlyn Wright, the only difference is when I had my debut match, unlike you, Amber, I actually beat Lizzy Damon."
Cue Nelson laugh as she points at the camera.
"But you don't have to be smart to do that. And from all appearances, Amber is a lot smarter than she looks. She picked up my Hunger Games reference, but I bet she didn't know the author of the books the movies are based off of was an army brat. Just like you, Amber! Isn't that awesome?"
Mercedes smiles.
"Tell me, are you always this grumpy because you're giving off some strong negative vibes and that can't be good for you. Must have been all the angst constantly moving around growing up, huh? But what do I know, right? Not much.
"You angry, Amber? Good. You're going to need that. You're going to kick my ass? Even better. Because guess what? I'm going to kick your ass.
"You're just rearing to go, aren't you, Cujo? Tell you what, if you want to fight, hey, I have no problem throwing down. I might still be new to Combat, but not to the wrestling ring and I'll be more then happy to show you why underestimating me will be your biggest mistake.
"See, Spike knows I'm championship material. Don't believe me? Just ask him. NCW, IWF, any company I waltz into I'm a magnet and championships seems to gravitate towards me. You don't win championships every year since turning pro for nine years straight if you weren't good enough.
"I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and gosh darn it, people like me! And if you hate me, well, I rather be hated for who I am than who I'm not. I am everything you're not and everything you wish you could be.
"Know what else I'll be after Fury? A winner, at your expense."
Mercedes suddenly becomes quiet as she reaches for her glasses and slowly pulls them off, folding them in her hands and then placed them next to her.
"So Amber, bring all the badassery that you have. Bring everything that you got. I'm going to enjoy the look on your face when you see an arena full of fans in complete silence from watching you lose to me."
There’s a cocky half-grin on her face as she now speaks in Spanish.
"Estar preparado para lo peor, esperar lo mejor."
"Prepare for the worst, hope for the best."
"Y que la suerte..."
"And may the odds..."
Mercedes pauses, shaking her index finger at the camera.
"Well, I think you know the rest."
***Fade***