But Guess Again...
Feb 7, 2017 5:31:34 GMT -5
Post by Justine on Feb 7, 2017 5:31:34 GMT -5
“Shut Up Pedro.” Mercy scoffed.
Mercy was checking herself in the mirror with LED ball lights surrounding the mirror. Mercy gussied her hair and applied finishing touches to her maroon stain on her plump lips. Mercy was getting ready for one of her many photoshoots she was assigned to do for 3GW. She wore a black long sleeve crop top and black bikini briefs. Mercy continued looking in the mirror as she spoke perfectly aware that a camera was filming her.
“Do what’s best for everyone and just stop talking. Because I’m just about to knock you off your pedestal little man. This Peddy dude was one of those LDFC guys which I don’t think we ever crossed paths until now. Now I see why, because this guy is an annoying little... “
Mercy trailed off, trying to think of a word to describe Pedro. “Chihuahua? He’s Mexican I presume, so whatever.”
Mercy shook her head and shrugged, careless of her political correctness. Mercy sprayed her face with a Smashbox water primer. Mercy waved at her face to dry it quicker.
Mercy continued “But you know what, he won’t get it all. First to get it ‘all’, he needs to understand who he is dealing with and he’s already failed at that.” Mercy tilted her head with gleefully smile looking at at her reflection.
“He made some stupid assumptions about me. Like come on, are you lacking so much material? I’m a ‘generic’ bitchy villain with good looks? You need to lay off the comic books mate. But thanks for the compliment, I know I’m good looking. But I’m wayyyy out of your league. I’m not interested in short nerdy guys like you."
Mercy clenched her teeth together, scrunching her eyebrows together in a manner to show her disgust over Pedro.
“I mean look at you. You’re a generic Mexican dude from Mexico who had a father for a drug lord who tried to pay the bills. Your mother was the single parent until you decided to move America to live a better life. Livin’ that stereotype, how sad is that. Don’t come for me with that little talk about how generic I am. So take a few seats.”
Mercy rolled her eyes. “And you seem to care TOO much what Emily and I have going on because it’s none of YOUR business little man. I mean, I don't even know what the hell you’re doing in 3GW lately. I think you tried to go for the Tag Team Championship at one point but obviously a better tag team came along.”
Mercy chortled as she spinned herself on the makeup chair coming face to face towards the camera.
“At least you tried.” Mercy mocked with a giggle.
“You know the whole ‘Stay Humble’ dribble that your mother sprouted during your oh so traumatic childhood. I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news but she lied to you. Being humble leads to nowhere because I’ve been there done that. I came to the realisation that to get somewhere in this business you need to understand the rules and then break ‘em. I think it’s about time for you to come to this understanding, Peddy.”
A smirk emerged on Mercy’s face. “Everything is going to according to plan. I’m getting your attention, I’m getting ya’ll talking about ME. For instance, you’re all still all up in arms about my comment about Emily being vanilla and basic. I’ve seen so many people talk down how a ‘bad’ insult it was. Let’s be real here, I wasn’t really insulting her, I was just stating an observation. But, of course Emily always has her minions sticking up for her because she’s so spineless and lacks the depth to her personality.”
Mercy rolled her eyes with a sigh. “Typical.”
“I have my match with Emily at Showdown in the Sun which I may add, is a FEATURE contest. The position of the card that I rightfully deserve” Mercy grinned.
“But alas, I must focus on the present with my alleged match with Peddy. A man who seriously believes he has exposed me for who I truly am.”
Mercy stood out of the chair and walked towards the rack with her wardrobe all hanging neatly. Mercy carefully browsed through the clothing and picked up a white lace lingerie set that were attached together on a hanger.
“But guess again...” Mercy sang to herself studying the outfit.
Mercy was checking herself in the mirror with LED ball lights surrounding the mirror. Mercy gussied her hair and applied finishing touches to her maroon stain on her plump lips. Mercy was getting ready for one of her many photoshoots she was assigned to do for 3GW. She wore a black long sleeve crop top and black bikini briefs. Mercy continued looking in the mirror as she spoke perfectly aware that a camera was filming her.
“Do what’s best for everyone and just stop talking. Because I’m just about to knock you off your pedestal little man. This Peddy dude was one of those LDFC guys which I don’t think we ever crossed paths until now. Now I see why, because this guy is an annoying little... “
Mercy trailed off, trying to think of a word to describe Pedro. “Chihuahua? He’s Mexican I presume, so whatever.”
Mercy shook her head and shrugged, careless of her political correctness. Mercy sprayed her face with a Smashbox water primer. Mercy waved at her face to dry it quicker.
Mercy continued “But you know what, he won’t get it all. First to get it ‘all’, he needs to understand who he is dealing with and he’s already failed at that.” Mercy tilted her head with gleefully smile looking at at her reflection.
“He made some stupid assumptions about me. Like come on, are you lacking so much material? I’m a ‘generic’ bitchy villain with good looks? You need to lay off the comic books mate. But thanks for the compliment, I know I’m good looking. But I’m wayyyy out of your league. I’m not interested in short nerdy guys like you."
Mercy clenched her teeth together, scrunching her eyebrows together in a manner to show her disgust over Pedro.
“I mean look at you. You’re a generic Mexican dude from Mexico who had a father for a drug lord who tried to pay the bills. Your mother was the single parent until you decided to move America to live a better life. Livin’ that stereotype, how sad is that. Don’t come for me with that little talk about how generic I am. So take a few seats.”
Mercy rolled her eyes. “And you seem to care TOO much what Emily and I have going on because it’s none of YOUR business little man. I mean, I don't even know what the hell you’re doing in 3GW lately. I think you tried to go for the Tag Team Championship at one point but obviously a better tag team came along.”
Mercy chortled as she spinned herself on the makeup chair coming face to face towards the camera.
“At least you tried.” Mercy mocked with a giggle.
“You know the whole ‘Stay Humble’ dribble that your mother sprouted during your oh so traumatic childhood. I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news but she lied to you. Being humble leads to nowhere because I’ve been there done that. I came to the realisation that to get somewhere in this business you need to understand the rules and then break ‘em. I think it’s about time for you to come to this understanding, Peddy.”
A smirk emerged on Mercy’s face. “Everything is going to according to plan. I’m getting your attention, I’m getting ya’ll talking about ME. For instance, you’re all still all up in arms about my comment about Emily being vanilla and basic. I’ve seen so many people talk down how a ‘bad’ insult it was. Let’s be real here, I wasn’t really insulting her, I was just stating an observation. But, of course Emily always has her minions sticking up for her because she’s so spineless and lacks the depth to her personality.”
Mercy rolled her eyes with a sigh. “Typical.”
“I have my match with Emily at Showdown in the Sun which I may add, is a FEATURE contest. The position of the card that I rightfully deserve” Mercy grinned.
“But alas, I must focus on the present with my alleged match with Peddy. A man who seriously believes he has exposed me for who I truly am.”
Mercy stood out of the chair and walked towards the rack with her wardrobe all hanging neatly. Mercy carefully browsed through the clothing and picked up a white lace lingerie set that were attached together on a hanger.
“But guess again...” Mercy sang to herself studying the outfit.
