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The Mirror's Truth; Mercedes Blackwell
Topic Started: Apr 16 2017, 09:24 AM (53 Views)
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We open up with a shot of Mercedes Blackwell sitting on a trainer’s table. She’s being asked a series of questions as a Doctor Andre Stevens records them on a paper. He nods approvingly before standing up from a stool and going and checking on Mercedes’ face and neck.

”Everything looks okay, Mercedes. I don’t see any signs of a concussion and your laceration form the ring bell is healing nicely.”

Mercedes has the hint of a smile, the corners of her mouth curling up just so slightly.

”Gracias a dios!”

Mercedes brings her hands together, looking up to the ceiling with relief.

”I have no issues with saying that you’re cleared to compete.”

”Thanks, Doc. I was worried that I wouldn’t be cleared in time for Friday.”

Doctor Stevens nods in appreciation to the former Hellcats Champion.

”You’re very welcome, Mercedes. And hey, try to take it easy in there this week.”

Doctor Stevens lightly taps Mercedes’ shoulder as he turns and walks out of the trainer’s room.

[size0]”Yeah, good luck with that.”

Just then the door opens again and in walks athletic trainer, Leslie Pearson. As usual, she has a bright smile on her face.

”The doctor come and see you, Mercedes?”

”Si.”

Mercedes nods with a smile.

”Let me just change the bandaid on your face and then you can go.”

Mercedes nods at Leslie without saying a word.

”So, the doctor did clear you. It’ll be cool seeing you wrestle for the Hellcats title again. Congrats, by the way. I hope you or Crystal win. You guys are so nice. Xenia isn’t very nice at all.”

Leslie takes out a new bandage, along with some gauze and antibiotic ointment.

”Gracias. I mean I hope I’m the one that wins though. Crystal hasn’t been very nice to me lately. Not even sure why.”

Leslie doesn’t say much, doesn’t want to pick Crystal or Mercedes over the other, I’d imagine. Instead she continues changing the bandage on Mercedes’ face.

”All done. You can leave now. I’m sure you have to train and everything now.”

Leslie offers the friendliest wave and smile as she walks out of the trainer’s room, leaving Mercedes to collect her things to leave. Mercedes returns the smile and wave as she mouths “thank you” then gets off of the table and collects her purse and some papers given to her to sign by the doctor. Mercedes walks toward the door but suddenly she catches her own reflection in a ceiling-to-floor mirror. The sight of the bandage on her face angers her. She hadn’t really looked in a mirror until now but the sight of the bandage is enough to send thoughts of rage flooding into her mind.

”Pinche estupida! Bruja cabrona!”

Mercedes slams her fists into the trainer’s table hard enough that the sound would be enough to send Leslie back into the room, but luckily for her, nobody comes in.

”We could’ve been tag team champions, you stupid bitch!”

This time Mercedes doesn’t slam her fists into anything but she does raise her voice still.

”I try to keep us from getting disqualified so that we can win and you hit me with a ring bell?! Pendeja!”

Mercedes shakes her head in anger and frustration. She sets her purse back onto the examining table and begins to pace back and forth. She slaps her fist into her palm a few times, taking deep breaths to calm herself before finally leaving the room.

”You know, I didn’t ask to start wrestling again. I didn’t ask to face Xenia and I didn’t even ask to team with her last week. But I’ve done my best to take what’s given to me. I did my best to ignore Xenia and not play into this bruja having the huevos to say that I was a bad referee and then somehow getting Crystal Blake to join in and call me a bad ref. Oh, and not to mention the fact that Crystal earned herself a match against Sakura that she actually won on her own but somehow it was a bad thing that she won her match against Xenia. But now…”

Mercedes nods her head. She’s mentally psyching herself up and almost salivating at getting into the ring for ReVolt Against The Champions.

”Now I just want to beat them both. I want to beat Xenia for the cheap shot when I had to enter a match with her as my partner and me—like a pendeja, thought she’d actually not resort to attacking me when things didn’t go her way. I want to beat her for talking shit about me just cause she lost to Crystal. She’s used me as a scapegoat because she couldn’t get a Hellcats Title match. But now she has only she has me standing in the way of her and I’m going to make sure that she doesn’t walk out as the new champion.”

Mercedes’ pacing finally stops as she sits on the edge of the examining table that sits directly in front of the mirror. She turns her head and touches the bandage tenderly.

”And I want to beat Crystal Blake because it’s what I’m supposed to do. Not because of her having to shake Xenia’s hand, not even because she somehow made me into her enemy and not even because I think she got lucky against Sakura. No, I like Crystal. I respect Crystal. Even if she doesn’t like or respect me, I do. I’m going to beat her because it’s what I came back for. It’s what I trained for. I didn’t expect it this fast but now I have the opportunity and I’d be an idiota for not taking it seriously. After coming from nothing and seeing how opportunities are not guaranteed, I have to take this.”

Mercedes again touches the bandage on her face with her fingertips.

”I’m willing to bleed for it, chicas. I’m willing to loose every drop of sangre until I’ve got nothing left. I’m willing to have my shoulder broken and take months to come back. I’m willing to be a ref for months before being allowed to return. I’m willing to get hit in the face with a ring bell and bleed. I already did.”

Mercedes turns her head back to face forward. A confident look now has replaced the frustrated one from moments ago.

”I spent a lot of times in rooms like this just to make sure that one day I could see my picture on a posted for the Hellcats title match. And now…”

Mercedes nods into the mirror, taking one last look at the bandage on her face before she gives herself another quick nod, collects her purse and walks out of the room.
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