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Post by Admin on Sept 1, 2019 22:24:44 GMT -6
  Special Attraction Match
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal vs "Universal Superstar" Anaquin AdamsRoleplay Limit: ONERoleplay Deadline: Sunday, September 15, 2019 @ 1AM Central |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2019 17:00:23 GMT -6
Somewhere in the galaxy the gods convene for a meeting to determine the success of Anaquin Adams as their chosen Universal Superstar. Called to order by Aries as he announces the agenda for the meeting, he turns it over to the head of the table. Zeus.
Zeus places his hands before him and folds his fingers together as he speaks, “There has been some discussion… or rather question about the successfulness of our chosen representative Anaquin Adams as the current Universal Superstar. I’m sure those who oppose her current status have their reasons but it has been our policy of eons past to allow the transfer of the title to occur on a natural basis which is what happened here. Upon her death, former Universal Superstar Chandler bequeathed the titled onto Adams who has since taken her place”Athena shakes her head, “Point of order, if I may. Anaquin Adams has been an utter failure as the Universal Superstar and I fully believe she should be stripped of the title and returned to her former self.”Chiming in, Apollo objects, “This is unheard of. Never in our history have we ever stripped a mortal of the title of Universal Superstar, regardless of their success.”Artemis rises to his feet, “She has been an utter failure as Athena has spoken. Shall we list the ways?”“Please do…” says Hermes as he leans back and places his feet on the table, only to be immediately swatted down by Hera who scowls at him.Turning to Gaia, Artemis speaks, “She is your charge, let’s hear about all of her failures.”Gaia wrinkles her nose and reaches for a scroll and lays it out on the table.“Well, first there was her contest against an RJ Mitchell. Lost. Tyke Index. Lost twice. Britney Anders. Lost.”Nyx raises her hand, “I must object. She did beat the Anders woman first and then lost the second.”Zeus nods. “Point taken. Please continue.”Gaia looks back at the scroll, “Istumi Hayashi. Lost. Stacy DeVille. Lost. Taurus. Lost.Nyx ahems. “Again, I must object on the grounds the Taurus loss as well as the loss to Gabriel Ohio was technically not a loss as the Universal Superstar. There was that brief period when she lost her way.”Tartarus begins to laugh. “Lost her way? Is that what we’re calling that atrocity?”Gaia frowns, “Hades was for a brief spell influencing her as she began to call herself the Monster. But it is not without precedent that someone who experiences a traumatic incident can momentarily stray from the path.”Zeus tsk tsk softly as he considers the point made. “That is true.”Athena shakes her head, “Are we truly being serious right now? Anaquin Adams has lost more than she has won…”Nemesis interjects himself as he leans forward onto his elbows, “My dear Athena…”“I’m not your dear, scab.”Nemesis pauses to grin before continuing, “You have failed to take into account that Anaquin Adams has travelled the globe in search of the best competition in the world. She is not settling in one community and only battling the familiar. She has taken on the very best. The odds of success in that situation is not going to be that great.”Gaia finally rises, “If I may. I have been keeping an eye on her as best that I can. She is a fearless warrior, not only in combat but in life as well. She tackles any challenge and takes great risks with her life. She is never the one to take the easy path and for that reason alone, I believe she has made an excellent choice as the Universal Superstar. If we were to vote, then I would vote for her to remain.”Zeus nods his head. “Thank you, Gaia. Your words are appreciated. I think we should go ahead and vote.Somewhere on planet Earth, Anaquin Adams is awoken from her deep sleep and has the sudden urge to sneeze*.*In parts of the world, it is believed that a sudden sneeze means that somewhere, someone is speaking about you.
Anaquin Adams woke up the morning following her first MMA bout. She is sore. So very sore. She feels like she was run over by a large military vehicle. Her leg would be the question moving into her match with Bullet at Mile High Spectacular. There was some disappointment that she didn’t win the bout, but there was also an igniting that she hadn’t felt in quite some time. A fire deep inside her soul, as it were. She hadn’t felt this electric in years and now that it’s back, she knows she’s ready to go in and tear it down with Carbajal.Her flight was in the wee hours of the morning so she limped down to catch a shuttle to the New Delhi airport. She knows she has to get to Denver. That’s what she knows. There’s so much to do before she makes her appearance.
The scene is very desertous with mountains of sand as far as the eye can see. Standing alone, long green hair, tattooed arms, white tank top and torn jeans along with hiking boots stands the “Universal Superstar” Anaquin Adams facing away from the camera. “My battles are as many as the grains of sand that you see before you, Bullet and yet you have taken the step forward to accept my open challenge and you should know that the gods were pleased at this step in my journey.”
She slowly turns to face the camera, “You see it’s never about the victory. Victories can be attained any number of ways. Some of those ways might be disingenuous, or involve trickery. That is not the way of the Universal Superstar. We fight until one can no longer continue to fight. While the gods look down upon me, some days with disapproval and other days with the satisfying smile, they know that their Universal Superstar will go out there every single day and give until her very last breath.”
She removes the sunglass that she had been wearing and her eyes stare into the camera, “Bullet. Fitting name for a fitting rival. You see, my time in Mile High has been tulmetulous at best. Two losses under my belt and I am feeling as if it’s time for me to step forward and claim that first victory under the MHW banner. Even though I am not a current member of the roster, I am called upon time and time again to the big show to put members of the roster to the test. You, Alex, are the next one in line for the test of the Universal Superstar. Will you step up as others before you and put me down. Will you be the one who takes aim and with the precision of a marksman, stop me dead in my tracks. Will you?”
“Or perhaps a better question to ask is, can you?”
“Loss to Skrabz. Loss to Index. Nothing to be ashamed of, but have you lost your way? Have you lost the edge you need to compete that the level you and everyone around you are accustomed to? For many many months, you were the chosen one. The one to come out on top and your name was on the lips of everyone within MHW. It was never a question of could you beat Skrabz, but when would you beat Skrabz. But you didn’t. And while Skrabz is a worthy opponent, perhaps the words of praise that had been heaped down on you up to that point had you convinced that you were unbeatable. But then you were.”
“Tell me, are you too busy trying to lead those around you? Attending celebrations. Supporting those around you and not taking the time you need to get you to where you need to be? Have you not been focusing on “Bullet?”
"Let me make one thing very clear. I am in no way, underestimating you, Bullet. I have to wonder if you are underestimating yourself."
“One thing I cannot reason is why the gods were so happy with your coming forward. Is it because you are the next great challenge? Or because they know their Universal Superstar may finally win one in Mile High Wrestling? You see, I don’t want to meet the Bullet that lost to Skrabz or Index. I want to meet the Bullet that beat Skrabz. Beat Azurine Vebbins. I want to meet that Bullet, so you need to dig down and bring forth the Bullet of the past and bring me the best challenge to date.”
“So tell me this, Alex. Bullet. As the evening begins, who will come to meet me in that ring. Will it be Alex Carbajal. Friend. Mentor. Leader. Or will it be Bullet. Professional Wrestler. Fighter. All around badass. And when the sun sets on September 15th and we are both lying on the mat catching our breath and listening to the roars of those who have witnessed our mortal combat -- whose hand will it be that is raised? Whose music will be playing? Whose name will the fans be chanting? Yours? Or Mine?”
An engine starts up and Anaquin glances off screen for a moment and with a nod to the camera heads off as the on camera scene fades.
After cutting her promo against Bullet for Mile High Spectacular 2 and her helicopter pilots class, Anaquin Adams finds herself in Lower Downtown, Denver. She decided to park and walk to her location and as she reached Wynkoop Street, she finally saw the location where she was looking for.
She walking into The Parlor and up to the receptionist who looked up at her, “Can I help you?”
Anaquin smiles, nodding. “I have an appointment.”
“Name?”
“Adams. Anaquin Adams.”
Faith smiles back and nods looking down at what's written on the appointment note, “You could be here a while.”
Anaquin laughs, shaking her head. “Can it be done by Saturday?”
They both laugh as Faith goes back to get Anaquin’s selected stylist who leads Anaquin back and offers a chair, which Anaquin takes. Dawn places a cover over Anaquin and then runs her fingers into Anaquin’s hair, “You sure you want to make such a dramatic change?”
Anaquin stares at herself in the mirror as if perhaps reconsidering. Her eyes lift as she looks at Dawn in the reflection and nods. “Let’s do it.”
Dawn begins to prepare, commenting, “I saw you at the Magness Arena a couple weeks ago when Bullet accepted your challenge. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to see you live when you during your last visit to Mile High because you were in Phoenix and New Orleans, so I’m super excited to see the show this weekend. I got tickets.”
“Well, make sure before I leave that you give me your seating information and I’ll make sure you get a t-shirt,” chimes in Anaquin who then adds, “Well, as long as you make me look good.”
Dawn laughs, “Consider it done. Did you want to take any length off?”
“Not too much. It’s the color that’s important.”
“Did you still want the pink?”
Anaquin looks at herself in the mirror. She has been green-haired for so very long that she’s having an issue seeing herself as anything other, but deep down she knows it’s time to move forward. First fight, return to a big MHW card and her debut soon for EWC. When she walked into the salon, she had her heart set on pink but as she looks at herself...
She looks up at Dawn through the mirror and shakes her head. “I have something else in mind…”
Dawn nods, “Then here we go.”
Several hours later, Dawn was finishing up and spins Anaquin around and asks, “Well, it’s much different from what you had when you came in. I hope you like it.”
Anaquin is silent as she looks at the image in the mirror. She images the type of gear the woman in the mirror would wear and what else she could do. As things begin to flip through her brain, she doesn’t realize she’s ignoring her stylist.
“You hate it?”
The words wake Anaquin from her musings as she looks up at Dawn with a smile and shakes her head. “Actually. It’s perfect.” She hadn’t thought so at first but the longer she looked at the stranger in the mirror, she realized that it was perfect.
She allowed the apron to be removed from her as she stood up and her gaze lingered on the woman in the mirror and smiles before turning back to Dawn, “Thank you so much. It’s what I never would have ever imagined and yet, it’s perfect.” She walked to the register and paid, tipping very generously before she walks out into the sidewalk as the sun is beginning to set. She walks down the sidewalk and happens to glance at the side and sees her reflection and even though she just saw it, she’s startled by the change.
Startled, yet pleased.
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Post by Bullet on Sept 14, 2019 16:39:02 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Tuesday, September 10, 2019
Hotel Meeting Room
Denver, Colorado
12:37 PM MDT
Funerals were never a laughing matter, especially when they were as unexpected as the one the Shieldmaidens had attended today. At one time, Mona Fox, nicknamed “the White Fox” as a wrestler, had been somebody they had all called friend and there had been talk she would be one of them. The talks had never really progressed very far due to many things, not the least of which were Mona’s own personal misgivings about the world at the time.
Alex “Bullet” Carbajal was not aware of everything Mona Fox had thought on that subject. Most of the talks had been directly between then-President Robi Jean “RJ” Mitchell and Mona. Bullet had been briefed and asked what she thought of Mona and the basic idea of Mona joining in some fashion but it never gotten far enough to even decide whether Mona would be a prospect or simply patched in the way others like Aerynn “Chaos” Maguire, Fianna “Fetch” Kenyon, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire and Becca “Bruiser” Maguire had been. Four of the five, Chaos, Fetch, Psycho and Banshee, had all been considered a patch-over of a previously existing membership, much in the same way current Vice President Angelique “Angel” LeRoux had been when she joined the Maidens.
Now, none of that mattered.
Mona was gone.
Killed in the prime of her life and taken from this world as if it were nothing at all. Now, all that was left was the mourning of things left unsaid and things that might have been but never would be.
The official family funeral had only been over for a few minutes. The Shieldamidens had attended in full MC colors and no one there had batted an eye at it. In fact, the organizer of the affair, fellow wrestler Vanita “Vain” Thompson, had not only understood, but had looked both impressed that the Shieldmaidens had come in force and approved that they had shown out as they had done in remembrance and respect for Mona.
Now it was time for the Maidens own private moment since they were to attend the burial proper. That honor had been reserved for people considered family and since none of the Maidens could lay claim to such a title, the family’s wishes were respected.
Bullet surveys the room and nods to herself. It was a simple meeting room with a small round table in the middle of it. The chairs had all been removed and a picture of Mona had been placed on an easel on top of the table almost perfectly dead center. This was as elaborate as they were going to get in terms of decoration which suited Bullet’s Colombian sensibilities just fine. As she looks at the chosen picture, a simple headshot, Angel walks into the room and nods at the photograph.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Jackie outdid herself on this one…
Bullet cannot help but smile at the playful tone in Angel’s voice.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: She’s heard mi mamá talk about the extravagance of gringo funerals. Mamá always shakes her head in disbelief that people wait so long or plan things so exactly.
Angel nods understandingly.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Yeah, there are some locas that plan things almost to the second.
Bullet smiles at the memory of their girlfriend and fellow Maiden, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, discussing this with Bullet’s mother the first time a random call had come in to tell the family that someone back home in Medellín had lost their life.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jack was so funny the first time she heard about our timeframe. She could not understand how we’d never make it in time for Tia Blanca’s funeral even with an airplane ride.
Angel shrugs.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Well you don’t waste any time. If she dies on a Sunday and you bury her Monday morning…
Bullet nods knowingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jack spent a half hour wondering why they had to go so fast. Mamá tried to explain that it was just how things were done and that everyone would understand that since we were in Bay St. Louis, it was impossible for us to make it in time.
Angel nods at the barren table and lone photograph on a stand before them.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: It would seem she learned quickly.
As Bullet nods in response, the two are joined by their fellow Shieldmaidens, Jocelyn “Tibs” Thibault, Becca “Bruiser” Maguire, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire, Wendy “Zombie” Stevens, Tanya “Crash” Christensen, Danya “Burn” Christensen, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, Leonie “Queenie” Laveau, Katrina “Knox” Knox and Essentia “Essie” Carbajal. Angel smiles as the others all file into the room and take up positions where they can see the picture on the table. Essie closes the door behind them without being asked to and then takes her place in the back of the group, nodding to her cousin to allow Bullet to start.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Those of you who were not already here two days ago for Zombie’s match on Ammo, thank you for coming. Jack?
Bandit nods and walks up to the table, placing an empty Shieldmaidens kutte on the table in front of the picture.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: El SEÑOR es mi pastor; nada me faltará. En prados de tiernos pastos
me hace descansar. Junto a aguas tranquilas me conduce. Confortará mi alma y me guiará por sendas de justicia por amor de su nombre. Aunque ande en valle de sombra de muerte no temeré mal alguno, porque tú estarás conmigo. Tu vara y tu cayado me infundirán aliento.
Preparas mesa delante de mí en presencia de mis adversarios. Unges mi cabeza con aceite; mi copa está rebosando. Ciertamente el bien y la misericordia me seguirán todos los días de mi vida, y en la casa del SEÑOR moraré por días sin fin.
Taking a deep breath, she nods solemnly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We miss you, Mona. We never got to really know you. Siempre serás una llave en mi llavero. Nunca te sacaré de mi llavero.
Bruiser nods forcefully.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Fuckin’ goes for all o’ us!
The other Shieldmaidens all chime in, cheering their agreement. Bullet smiles proudly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We’re giving you your kutte now. We’re going to hang it in the clubhouse and consider you one of us. You’ll always be among our honored.
Essie raises a fist in the air.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: ¡Salud para la Zorra Blanca!
The Maidens all raise their fists in unison.
Group: FOR MONA!!!
They lower their fists and Angel steps forward, kissing her fingers and then pressing them to the face in the photograph.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Vaya con Dios, Mona. Descansa en paz.
The others nod in agreement, all taking a moment to look at the photo one last time. After a minute, Bullet nods and the group visibly relaxes. As the grouping starts to break up, Bullet’s phone goes off and she lifts it from her pocket to stare at it intently. Who was calling now, of all times? Who was interrupting their moment of solemnity? Seeing the name staring back at her, Bullet nods slowly.
“Salazar Mejia”
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Bueno?
Salazar’s voice meets her ears with his infamous trademark smugness in full effect.
Salazar Mejia: Aleja…
Bullet’s teeth grind in anger at the usage of her hated childhood nickname.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Salazar…
He snickers knowingly.
Salazar Mejia: No suenas feliz de saber de mí.
Bullet takes a step, the look on her face one of pure fury. If she’d said what she really wanted to right now, everyone else would know she was screaming at her cousin and that would not do. She needed to keep her cool, if for no other reason, to find out what Salazar wanted or had to tell her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Qué deseas?
Several of the other Shiledmaidens turn to face their president at the tone of her voice. They all knew that sound and knew that whatever it was, whomever she was talking to, this was not likely good news for her.
Salazar Mejia: Tengo noticias.
Looking just as skeptical as she is annoyed, Bullet just looks to the ceiling, closing her eyes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Oh si?
Salazar’s tone takes on a more serious tone.
Salazar Mejia: El que querías está en Denver.
Bullet’s eyes open as she frowns hard.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Estás bromeando o qué?
Salazar’s tone turns grim.
Salazar Mejia: No, Alex, I am not.
Bullet cocks her head as she moves her gaze to the wall, wondering what in the hell Salazar could possibly be talking about.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿De quién estamos hablando?
Salazar’s tone remains just as grim as before.
Salazar Mejia: El asesino…
Bullet stops in her tracks.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Dónde?
Salazar Mejia: Ameristar Casino
Bullet nods slowly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Y las tintorerías?
The other Shieldmaidens all stare at their president in wonderment, knowing full well if she’s just asked this question, something is about to go down.
Salazar Mejia: Están esperando tu llamada.
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Es la verdad o que?
Salazar Mejia: Sí.
Bullet’s teeth grind together angrily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Nombre de Dios, si estás siendo un bobo, voy a cascar!
Salazar’s answer is so straight to the point, it forces the frown off her face.
Salazar Mejia: Es la verdad.
Bullet nods slowly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Estas seguro o que?
Salazar laughs heartily.
Salazar Mejia: ¡Pilas! ¡Deje de mamar un gallo y abrasé! Él está jincho en una mesa de blackjack.
Bullet just shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa… caremonda!.
Salazar starts almost laughing again.
Salazar Mejia: ¡No digas que nunca te hago catorce!
Bullet nods, knowing exactly what he wants to hear.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Gracias, Salazar.
Salazar goes quiet for a second almost as if he cannot believe his ears.
Salazar Mejia: De nada.
The call ends and she turns to meet her fellow Maidens’ stares.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Anybody up for a trip to Black Hawk?
Bandit smirks.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: We going to play blackjack?
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: In a manner of speaking… yes.
The others all frown slightly at her and Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: The pelota that shot Allie is getting drunk at a table in the big one…
Everyone suddenly turns to see the reaction of their Road Captain, Becca “Bruiser” Maguire. This was the news she’d been waiting for six months to hear.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Fuckin’ real?
Bullet nods to her and Bruiser’s face takes on a mask of fury.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: I’ll fuckin’ kill the fucker!
Bullet nods, raising her hands slowly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jack, you’ll go in. Don’t wear your kutte, just make it look like you’re there for a fun weekend. Zombie, Essie, you’re her back-up. You wear your kuttes but do not act like you’re in the same group. Knox, you go with them, act like this is a hazing trip for you but make sure you always can see where Jack is. Angel, you, Queenie, Crash, Burn and Tibs are outside in case some real shit starts. We need earwigs on Jack, Essie and Angel for this one.
Crash and Burn both nod quickly.
Tanya "Crash" Christensen: No problem.
Bruiser crosses her arms angrily.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: And where the fuck am I?
Bullet nods knowingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You, Banshee and Psycho are with me. We’re going to make sure the room we need is both available and prepared for its new guest.
Bruiser nods grudgingly and Bullet exhales.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Todos entienden?
Everybody nods in unison. Bullet glances at her phone and nods grimly before sliding it back into her pocket.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Ok, we’ve got about an hour before we’re there. I will call Sam and Fianna afterwards to read them in. Let’s go!
Three hours later…
Bullet, Bruiser, Essie and Zombie all stand together outside a door as they smirk through a two-way mirror. Bruiser’s smirk fades almost as quickly as it arrived, her hands balling into fists.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: I’m gonna fuckin’ break his ass and then I’m gonna fuckin’...
Bullet puts her hand gently on Bruiser’s forearm.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Right off, you stand here and you watch.
Bruiser’s mouth falls open in shock, Essie and Zombie bracing themselves for the explosion.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: ‘Scuse me?
Bullet nods and turns to Essie.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Ve por K y Eef y tráelos aquí.
Essie nods and departs quickly as Bullet turns back to Bruiser and Zombie.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We need him to talk, not scream and make mess. You will have your time with him but I need to speak with him first.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Fuck!
Bruiser turns her back to her President and punches the wall in anger before then turning back around and shrugging her shoulders.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Fine. Do what ya need to fuckin’ do.
Bullet nods as Essie returns with Knox and Banshee.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You know why you are here?
Both nod and Bullet slips off her kutte, leaning it on the back of a nearby chair.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Short of him sticking a gun in my mouth, no one comes in until I am finished…
She pauses to scan the group.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Entiendes?
Zombie, Knox, Essie and Banshee all nod in unison.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Bex?
Folding her heavily tattooed arms across her chest, Bruiser reluctantly nods. Bullet smiles and then embraces her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Gracias, Bex… I will try to be quick.
Bullet glances at the others.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No one, no matter what…
Bullet opens the door, closes it behind her and nods at the man sitting at the table before her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I was told you were a walking stereotype, Mister Bianchi, but the slicked black hair and white pimp suit…
She almost laughs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jueputa…
The man shrugs, smirking playfully for her.
Bruno Bianchi: When did the pigs start hiring wetbacks to do their gig for them?
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I’m Colombian.
Bruno Bianchi: Close enough, same filthy spic shit I tend to wipe of my shoe unless yous is buyin’ product or down on your otherwise useless knees blowin’ me like a good little whore.
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And what if I was one of those… what happens if I do not pay?
The man laughs heartily.
Bruno Bianchi: I deport your ass into the river.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Done that often, have you?
The man nods, loving the look of fear on Bullet’s face.
Bruno Bianchi: There was this sweet dark-haired piece of ass, red streaks, you know, the whole “I should be in porno” look to her. She bought from us for a couple of years and started fuckin’ runnin’ a tab on us. I mean, yous should know if you buyin’ from me or JoJo, you ain’t runnin’ no big fuckin’ tab and you damn sure ain’t runnin’ no tab on Vito. The nerve… I mean…
He pauses, shaking his head.
Bruno Bianchi: The giant fuckin’ balls on this chick! Bitch thought she could just blow for blow and then do twice as much as she had credit for. Naw, bitch, that ain’t how this fuckin’ works and yous know it!
Bullet nods slowly, skeptically.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I am just to take your word?
The man laughs harder.
Bruno Bianchi: Naw, you can find her headstone. Stupid gash fuckin’ did herself, and they put her next to her parents in the City.
Bullet nods slowly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Where would I find this?
Bruno Bianchi: Under the name Allie Rogers. Gave herself quite the necklace, stupid ass, weak little cokewhore!
Bullet nods, seemingly impressed.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And, you did things to her?
The man shrugs.
Bruno Bianchi: Not that it matters if I did, we got protection. I could tell you everything right now and I wouldn’t do no time!
Bullet grins.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Really?
The man stands up and walks over to her.
Bruno Bianchi: Hell, I could take you right here on this table and all that would happen is they would make you apologize to me for making me late for my dinner date.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What if I’m not a cop?
The man almost laughs.
Bruno Bianchi: Yeah, right, who else would have pinched me..
Bullet smiles.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This Allie Rogers… do you know her family?
Bruno Bianchi: She ain’t got no family. Just a sister that trains people to do what she can’t in North Carolina. Heard she might have prospected for an MC but washed out.
Bullet can’t help but smile.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We’re called the Shieldmaidens… and Bruiser is no prospect…
The smile starts to fade off his face.
Bruno Bianchi: Wait… you… what…
Bullet knocks on the window.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Bruiser…. It’s your turn….
Seconds later, the door opens and Bruiser storms into the room with a snarl on her face, she makes a beeline right for Bianchi. The man tries to get out of the way, but Bruiser grabs him by the throat with one hand and slams him against the wall.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: YA’LL MURDERED MY SISTER YA FUCKIN’ BASTARD!!!
With her free hand she pulls a pistol out from the back of her denim jeans, she cocks it and puts it to his head.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Gimme one fuckin’ reason why I shouldn’t blow ya’lls FUCKIN’ BRAINS all over this damn room!
Bianchi steps back, a wet spot appearing on the front of his pants.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Are we having a problem, Mister Bianchi?
Bruno Bianchi: Hey man, she was just business. JoJo and Vito said she ain’t paid up and we needed to set an example. We was just supposed to scare her and Vito was afraid that damn crotch stain she was havin’ was his…
Bullet nods to Bruiser.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You may want to be more respectful of her son when she is a second away from showing why God is a bullet…
Bianchi falls to his knees.
Bruno Bianchi: It wasn’t my fault, if the stupid bitch had just fuckin’ paid like she was supposed to!
Bruiser grabs him and picks him back up onto his feet and shoves the gun into his face again.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: She was a single mother with no fuckin’ job! Fuckers like ya’ll make me sick! Ya’ll prey on the weak! Knowin’ they ain’t ever gonna be able to pay ya back… and then ya just dispose o’ them! To ya’ll, she was just another fuckin’ nobody! But she was my fuckin’ sister! If she hadn’t texted me sayin’ she was gonna end it all? Ya’ll would have murdered her fuckin’ son as well!
She reaches into the breast pocket of her kutte and removes a photo of RJ Jr and shoves it into the man’s face.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Take a good fuckin’ look at this little baby boy! He has no fuckin’ mother coz o’ ya’ll! I SAID TAKE A GOOD FUCKIN’ LOOK AT HIM!
Bullet squats down and looks into his eyes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You keep this up and you will give her an excuse to pistol whip you until you go blinder than if you were simply… how you say…
She grins playfully.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Choke your chicken?
Bianchi starts to look up and looks away from the picture.
Bruno Bianchi: That damn fuckin’ crotchfruit ruined everything!
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: How?
Bruno Bianchi: She didn’t wanna pay that way no more when she got knocked up and it pissed Vito off…
Bullet just stares at him.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So… it was about him?
Bianchi nods and Bullet stands up, glowering down.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Hijueputa, you’re not worth the ammo…
She looks at Bruiser and shrugs coldly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Do what you want with him, I’ll call las tintorerías after.
She turns and walks out of the room leaving Bianchi alone with his victim’s sister.
On-Camera
Saturday, September 14, 2019
Hotel Meeting Room
Denver, Colorado
10:01 AM MDT
The camera opens on Alex “Bullet” Carbajal as she sits on the edge of a wooden folding chair near the wall of the meeting room in the Shieldmaidens’ hotel in Denver wearing her black cutoff Metallica alien birth t-shirt along with black leather pants and her Shieldmaiden kutte. With her head bowed and her hands folded before her, her elbows resting on her thighs as she closes her eyes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Siempre es algo…
She looks up and nods grimly to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Last year, it was that I was trying to steal the club out from under R.J. and this year it’s this...
Looking away, she smiles mirthlessly and shakes her head as if she can’t believe this is really happening.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: First Tyke, now you…
Still shaking her head, Bullet brings her gaze back to the camera and stands up angrily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You know, you have the same argument I do for why things haven’t gone exactly as we had hoped. Last year, when you came here, you fought a woman who was to challenge for the world title when she got fired and then you fought the King of Coke Mountain and it’s not like you gave yourself warm-up matches to make sure you were in a groove and had momentum going into them. You fought Mamá R.J. cold and then did the same with Tyke Index and while you fought with everything you had, you proved the statement, “Sometimes it is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose.”
She slows down slightly, taking a deep breath for herself.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Now you fight me, a woman you said yourself you would like the chance to do so and then you go and say the same thing Tyke did to me…
Pausing, she nods just off camera in acknowledgement.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And actually, more or less the same thing you said to him a year ago. How did that work out for you that time?
Bullet nods harshly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yes, I’ve had a bit of a rough patch but look at who I have been in the ring with since Mile High reopened!
She points with her right hand into the palm of her left to go down the list.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: My first match back was against Azurine Vebbins and I heard people say I flat out murdered her! Then I got in the ring with Tyke Index and he was the first one to ever land a pin on me here in Mile High. Kudos to him, he had hit rock bottom and was on his way back up while that stalled my momentum. Then I got the match with Skrabz that even he admitted should have happened a year ago and he had to hit me with the Mic Check twice and that was after we teamed up to get rid of Katrina Mack and Lance Mikes. Then I fought Tyke again and he got me, fair play…
Nodding harshly again, she glances down to the imaginary lista nd nods to it as she goes down it again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So, let’s see, I fought the then reigning Throwdown Champion, then I fought the guy who’s about to challenge for the big one, then I fought the man who has still only been pinned twice here in Mile High, and the members of that rather exclusive club are me and the first person I fought when the place reopened! So…
Her hands drop away and she looks back up to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: The other person who has pinned Skrabz and the two guys who are about to main event for everything…
She snaps her fingers, her entire countenance just dripping with sarcasm.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Hijueputa, I’ve just been fighting tomato cans…
Allowing that to hang in the air for a second, Bullet nods for an acknowledgement yet again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And that’s just like you seemingly everywhere you go so that you can earn that name you wear, the Universal Superstar and we have both been made aware that when the gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers. You wanted to earn that name and I wanted the chance to prove I was the best this company had to offer. We both got what we wanted and found out that there’s more work to do before we can claim our ultimate prizes!
Stepping back slightly, Bullet glances to the floor momentarily before looking back to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It was this time last year, I looked into this camera and I told the world the Maidens were not going to be killed by one mistake and I can look at you all right now and say that is a promise I kept.
She nods, obviously ready for another list as she raises her right hand.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: There is no argument to be made, the Maidens came here to Mile High and we laid waste.
She raises her index finger.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Widow and Jack won the first Mile High Tag Team Championships…
She raises her middle finger.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I won the first Phoenix Championship…
She raises her ring finger.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sam won the first Throwdown Championship…
She raises her pinky finger to complete the set.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And R.J. won the number contendership for the World title.
Her hands falls away as she glares into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: There were those who thought that was our peak and we would fade away when Mamá R.J. was fired and took Widow and Fetch with her and they pointed at how within a couple of weeks that list of accolades we had accumulated was gone and it looked like Sam was going to be the only one still here but a funny thing happened on the way to our demise…
She points angrily into her own chest.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I did not leave and I did not lose my championship. Sam and Jack won the tag team championships back and Psycho and Banshee followed to show we were still at full strength and when the company reopened, we only got stronger. Zombie came in and won the Throwdown Championship. Bruiser proved she was not just a pretty face forced into retirement by small men with smaller penes and Psycho won the first Hardcore Championship! Tyke Index can make jokes about how we were last year’s news but we’ve been this year’s news too and if you people do not like it, too bad!
She steps forward and nods pointedly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We’ve been saying, “the Maidens are here,” since the day we walked in here and you all seemed to have missed the point of what that means! It’s not just a passing phase, the Shieldmaidens are here for the long haul and whether you like it or not, get used to it because you can take away every championship we have and make us all start over and we will all happily do it just to prove to you that we can and that we will every time!
The camera zooms in to frame her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Anaquin Adams, you asked who you were getting and thus I must remind everyone why I have also been saying since day one, that God… is a bullet…
She raises her hand up and forms it into the shape of a gun, her arm bent at the elbow so that it’s pointed up at the ceiling.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Intent follows the bullet and whether your intentions were good or bad…
Bullet extends her arm so the “gun” is pointed at the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You’re still looking down the barrel as the trigger goes bang!
The shot fades to black.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hagámoslo!
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