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Post by Admin on Sept 16, 2019 10:06:18 GMT -6
 Mile High Wrestling
Ultimate Championship
Fatal Five Way Elimination Match
Skrabz© vs Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton vs "The Adorkable Angel" Azurine Vebbins vs Jackie "Bandit" Layton vs "The Cold Hearted" Chris MoshRoleplay Limit: ONERoleplay Deadline: Sunday, September 29, 2019 @ 1AM Central |
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Post by cmosh on Sept 21, 2019 18:50:36 GMT -6
*The camera skims the Las Vegas Strip skyline. Then it goes up close to were a lot of people are angry about the Welcome to Las Vegas Sign is all blocked off and no one is aloud by it as then the camera switches again to a big shot of Chris Mosh standing in front of the sign smirking*
Mosh: Look at all of my adoring fans. We all know that they wanted to see me. See people don’t come to Vegas for the sign I’m next to; they come to see Chris Mosh, because this is my town. This sign should really say Welcome To The Cold Hearted Chris Mosh’s City.
*We hear a lot of mixed emotions from people in the background as Chris smirks*
Mosh: See all of them love me, but you know what is going to make this even better, well next week when I’m right down the road at the T-Mobile Arena. My Arena, to fight for not the Phoenix Title, which is what I was suppose to fight for in a one on one against the Champion Skrabz, but that changed, so I got moved up to the Ultimate Championship match because we are going to do away with the Phoenix Championship, and it is in a five way, of course it is because Robbie of course doesn’t what his golden boy to lose, so he put other people in the match, he got rid of the Phoenix Championship because he doesn’t what yours truly to walk out with one of the top tier titles but that is fine because he just made it worst because now he has me fighting for the top title.
*Now Chris strokes his chin as he looks back at the sign*
Mosh: See I’m going to make history just like this sign, is a historical landmark, see I’m the underdog in this match.
*Chris Mosh makes a shocked face*
Mosh: all because I’m Cold Hearted doesn’t mean I don’t know that, I mean look who we have in this match, we have the tag team champions, Bandit and Sam. I mean Bandit is a multi time tag team champion, Sam is also a multi time tag champion but she is also a former Throwdown champion. We then have Ms. Vebbins, which is weird because since day one, I think this is the first time we have met in the ring, now she is also a former Throwdown champion and has a lot of issues with the Shieldmaidens, so can’t wait to see what happens when she is in the ring with the tag champions, but not only that she beat the Ultimate Champion in a non-title match, but she might be a little upset too because she was suppose to be a one on one match and know she has to deal with me and two other wrestlers. Then finally of course Robbie’s Golden Boy, the whitest boy, trying to black, the guy who can’t speak correctly, the man who has been on top of Mile High for a long time now, Skrabz. This Man is someone else who I never step foot in the ring with, I mean yes of course he is on the top on Mile High and I’m near the bottom but look how it would look if I beat Skrabz.
*Chris smirks*
Mosh: I mean it would shock the world if I walked out with the champion, I mean a person who held the tag team titles for a week, I mean my partner was a loser anyway but that is a different story and while I’m fighting for the top tier title for Mile High he is fighting for the lowest of the low titles, I mean that title is so useless that the Hardcore title has more value then it, no disrespect to Psycho. How would it be if Chris Mosh won this match, it would shock the world because it would prove to Robbie and all you loser fans
*Chris Mosh smirks as all the people around him boo*
Mosh: that I belong here, that I was always the top guy in Mile High, like I have said over and over again.
*Chris Mosh looks down at his watch on his wrist then looks back at the camera*
Mosh: know it due time my opponents are going to bring up a lot of topics about me, I mean Sam will bring up every win she has against me and Ms. Vebbins, Bandit will do the same. Vebbins will talk about the holiday and talk about how she already beat Skrabz in a match and MGK, oh wait I mean Skrabz.
*The fans around him boo again*
Mosh: Oh come on we all know they both suck at the rap game
*Chris smirks*
Mosh: but before I was rudely interrupted we all know Skrabz is going to try and rap his promo or what ever he does. I will actually have to watch a whole promo of his because not going to lie, I get like half way through one of his promos and have to cut it short because I feel like I’m losing brain cells listening to him. Still don’t know how someone so uneducated is the Mile High Ultimate Champion… Oh yeah that’s right because he is so far up Robbie’s butt.
*Chris shakes his head*
Mosh: Well the underdog Chris Mosh walks into his hometown with out gold and then walks out of his hometown as the Ultimate Champion, so Vegas get ready because I’m going to do something The Golden Knights couldn’t do and this is bring home a championship.
*Chris Mosh smirks*
Mosh: Future Champion out
*Cameras zooms out again showing all the fans around the blocked off sign as the camera pans down the street to the T-Mobile Arena and then zooms out to show the Las Vegas Strip and fades out*
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Post by azurinevebbins on Sept 27, 2019 13:11:07 GMT -6
National Coffee Day
Our scene opens on a reminiscing redhead steadily sipping a Chocolate Grasshopper Mocha Mocktail. A complex cacophony of cover songs lightly linger inside her lavish living room. Some viewers might hear Frijid Pink’s as heavy for its time musically, others recognize The Animals as strongest vocally, a select few swear Santa Esmeralda’s version is definitely distinct, and one stubborn soul claims Five Finger Death Punch performed the best rendition they ever heard. If you couldn’t tell on this early Wednesday morning, at 5:29 a.m. exactly...it’s “House of the Rising Sun.” “‘The Hardheaded Housewife” and “Mrs. Most Marketable” Azurine Vebbins sighs softly before facing her Camerasphere VRD with two elbows planted on the coffee table.
Azurine Vebbins: Calm and cheerful chatter, chanters. First and foremost, I hope everyone legally streams MHW DrowDown Episode Twenty-Dree LIVE from da T-Mobile Arena in perpetually pleasant Paradise, Nevada on da Stanton Enterprises Network while celebratin’ National Coffee Day. Viewin’ our performances on pale-by-comparison platforms would be petty. I appreciate Mister Stanton and his army of associates. Dey provide a secure service for our sensational shows. Just wish he didn’t put “Shush Your Tush” in da memorandum line on my checks. I’m also pleased as a parched peasant to be greeted by a bountiful bowl of red M&M’s whenever enterin’ my designated dressin’ room. Only din’ else dat melts in my moud slash oral cavity is, well, I’m certain you’re awfully aware hearin’ ’bout her in previous promotional materials.
Folk could heat dis mug wid all da steam released from my system just now. However, I chose a chilled concoction since any-din’ hotter might cause “Consolation Headcase” Chris Mosh to spontaneously combust. Dat's true we've haven't danced wid one anoder yet, but I don't dig dudes who verbally vaunt demselves so much dey might as well conga wid clown shoes on. Considerin’ we’re scheduled to choreograph a Fatal Five-Way Flamenco wid elaborate eliminations, he would be runner up number four. It’s applied a-rid-met-ic since he’s not a credible commodity, barely sells, and his price will plummet like his surname’s pit. Believe you me, I know da entire excruciatin’ experience. Probably why you’re “Cold Hearted” since it’s been pulled out too many times. Better brin’ a Binford Toolbox since I imagine you’ll need to wrench it back in place.
Speakin’ of wrenches, Skrabal Stanzas...I must’ve tossed a monkey-sized one into your works when defeatin’ you in a dance dubbed “Da Miracle in Magness Arena.” Difference den is dat da MHW Ultimate Championship you currently clin’ to wasn’t on da line. Sunday night, however, as you’re grapplin’ to gain your grip...you’re goin’ to drop down in terms of contention from champ to Number Dree Contender, chump. Change is comin’, wheder you like it or not to your career, clichéd as dat sounds. A woman’s waltzin’ away wid da MHW Ultimate Championship. I just hy-pod-e-size it’s goin’ to be me since dird time’s da lucky charm when skirtin’ ’round da squared circle wid me. Plus, I have da most momentum and motivation to score da Hat Trick like a Las Vegas Golden Knight.
“The Damsel in Dat Dress” serenely stirs her spoon while pivoting perspective. Longtime viewers might state she jaw-jills the Shieldmaidens more than anyone else in MHW. Casual observers might believe Vebbins could be testing the waters of a heel turn. However, you see things, she begins to speed up her diatribe’s delivery.
Azurine Vebbins: Dis transitions to my remarks ’bout da second-best Shieldmaiden scheduled to slam, suplex, scrap, and shuffle wid me dis Sunday: Jackie “Bandit” Layton. Please understand I’m promotin’ from a professional posture and not a personal one. Like a Golden Knight, in da Shieldmaidens...you’re a solid soldier for deyr cause. You’re one-half of da current MHW World Tag-Team Champions which is commendable, but so is anoder adversary in Samanda “Titaness” Hamilton. Personally wanted to exorcise da Alex Carbajal-shaped crater in my win-loss column, but Bullet’s shootin’ wid “Da Lost Child” Solomon Cain. Deyrfore, you’re added as a wicked wild card to ensure someone from New Orleans returns home to Black Magic as MHW Ultimate Champion. Heroine’s welcome and all dat jazz, y’know? Fixed point blank, I had a “Good Time” in Nawlins last year. Dis year, dough, I want every parishioner bearin’ witness to “Da Adorkable Angel” paradin’ down Bourbon Street wid a new waist halo. It’s time to lay down Layton. You always mention how Hell’s empty? Well, bleep, prepare for da revelation dat is your reservation. Mentally I’ve booked you a room in its coldest corner. Den again, why should you lay down? Da only way you’re survivin’ to da final two...is if Hamilton does all da heavy liftin’.
Which brin’s me to my respected rival and dame I never dreamed we’d dance again...Samanda “Titaness” Hamilton. Well, dat last part was more on your end dan mine. Believed dat’s why tensions mellowed. We weren’t hauntin’ and haranguin’ one anoder. Guess enough time removed and a chance to earn da most pristine prize eider of us has ever sought changed dat. Mmmmm… Dis Chocolate Grasshopper Mocha Mocktail sure is delicious, dough. Wanted you and Bandit to feel at home since it’s a temperance take on a French Quarter favorite. Instead of crème de mende and crème da cacao, it’s coffee and chocolate syrup. Again, dis close to a major merengue...yours truly shouldn’t imbibe alcohol.
As for why I view you as da last one dropped on my dance floor, Samanda? You rushed for negative yardage at Elysium Pro Wrestlin’s Footbrawl against Erik Holland in da openin’ number. Meanwhile, I had my opponent meet her maker in swift succession later on. I performed under pulverizin’ pressure and you cracked like a clavicle.
Deyr’s also dis matter of feelin’ a rambunctious relief. I want to prove exactly why “Da Hardheaded Housewife’s” da measurin’ cup and broomstick of MHW. Dat’s why I need to earn da MHW Ultimate Championship so no one has evidence to da contrary. I’ve not plateaued or seen my summit, I’m goin’ to continue dancin’ as I stake claim of da MHW Ultimate Championship, and I achieve anoder memorable Mile High accolade.
Azurine Vebbins clicks her tongue to turn off the Camerasphere VRD.
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Post by Skrabz on Sept 28, 2019 19:43:36 GMT -6
Location: Pepsi Center, Denver, Colorado
Date: 15th September 2019
Time: After MHW Spectacular 2
Skrabal enters the busy backstage area of the Pepsi Center exhausted after his match with Tyke Index carrying his Mile High Wrestling Ultimate Championship over his right shoulder, on his left shoulder sits his newly won Mile High Wrestling Phoenix Championship. He walks slowly, slightly hunched over and with a barely noticeable limp as he makes his way towards his dressing room.
As he walks he sees his fellow Toll Gang members Tox and Shox walking towards him carrying a pizza each. Skrabal shakes his head and laughs as he approaches them.
“Where you two been? I seen you out there fightin' each other but ya both ghost back here.”
“We just got here...
“Just before the match.”
“Seen, seen. Where you been?”
“Workin'...”
“Elsewhere.”
“Seen, seen. You stayin' around for a bit?”
“Nah...
“We headin' out right now.”
“Aight, take it easy then fam. Toll” Skrabal says holding out his fist.
The former Mile High Wrestling Tag team Champions look at each other for a second before bumping there fist against Skrabal's in turn.
“Toll”
The three men part ways and Skrabal continues heading towards his dressing room.
As he walks further into the back stage area he sees some Mile High Wrestling staff members talking in a group. Amongst them is Jordan Hagan, Jack Glasscock and Jen Vallejos as well as some other Mile High Wrestling employees Skrabal doesn't know by name.
“Oi Jen” Skrabal calls out and the group falls silent as Jen turns in Skrabals direction. Jack Glasscock shuffles on the spot and his eyes dart around nervously as he tries to avoid looking towards Skrabz who is glaring right at him.
“You got minute?” Skrabal asks Jen who nods then turns back to the group and excuses herself. When she turns back towards Skrabal he has already walked away to a quieter part of the backstage area.
“What's up? How can I help?" Jen asks as she approaches the reigning dual champion.
“You good yeah? I mean ya seem fine but man a feel like a wrongun if he ain't ask ya.”
“I'm okay Skrabz, thanks for asking but it wasn't your fault.” Jen says sincerely.
“I nah that, man like Tyke an eejiat still but it never woulda happened if he ain't be tryin a get to me.”
“You know what maybe it is your fault after all.” Jen says with a smile.
“Nah...” Skrabal replies, shaking his head.
“Yeah, you owe me.” Jen replies playfully.
“The fu...Nah you trippin'
“I'm dead serious. You owe me. Dinner should settle the debt.”
“Nah you dizzy, I ain't owe you plus we work the same place and man ain't like to mix bidness wit' pleasure anyway.”
“Pleasure? It's just dinner Skrabz, I guess you really like eating...”
“What? Nah... I ain't owe you plus I ain't the datin type...”
“Who said it was a date?”
“Fam!... Look you a funny gyal, you fine too and I'm glad you all right after that Tyke ting. Now I'm a peace out 'fore I put my foot any further in a my mouth.”
“See you around, Skrabz.” Jen says with a chuckle as she watches Skrabal walk away in the direction of his dressing room.
Location: Skrabals Motel Room, Denver, Colorado
Date: 18th September 2019
Time: 11:40AM
The vibration of his phone on the chipped bedside table wakes Skrabal from his slumber. Without sitting up he reach out a hand from under the sheets and fumbles around for his phone. As he feels around blindly he knocks some empty beer bottles together and the tink tink sound they make echoes in his hungover head. He finally finds his phone and picks it up, the brightness of the screen stings his eyes as he reads the words “Call from Ty” on the screen.” He swipes at the screen, answering the call.
“Sup?” He croaks out from the depths of his dry throat as he sits up reaching for one of the beer bottles on the bedside table.
“Ain't nothin' up with me my G. It's all good fam, how goes it on your end?”
“Gettin' better e'ry day.” Skrabal replies as he drinks what remains of last nights beer.
“I seen that. So I was thinkin', how about I come out there be your manager? I could help you carry all that gold you got now.” Ty says laughing.
“I ain't think you strong enough.” Skrabal says, poking fun at Ty.
“That's cold brudda, real cold.” Ty response through laughter.
“Look I ain't mean to be rude but I'm a need to go back to sleep fam. I'm real sorry.”
“It's all good bredrin' you go sleep it off. I just wanna say a lil' birdy done told me you spoke to those twins. I'm real pleased brudda, we all family ya know.”
“Yeah... I'm a speak to you soon blad. Toll.”
“Take it easy me G, Toll.
As Skrabal ends the call he sees a notification, he expands it and reads the breaking news
"The fuck?" Skrabal shakes his head and throws his phone across the room then retrieves a pre-rolled joint from the draw of his bedside table.
Location: Skrabals Motel Room, Denver, Colorado
Date: 20h September 2019
Time: 1:25PM
With Mile High Wrestling going on the road it was time for Skrabal to say goodbye to the grotty little motel he'd called his home since he returned to Denver back in May. Walking around the cramped accommodation Skrabal haphazardly tosses the few material possession he has into a large bag and has he tosses the bag on the floor by the coffee table he knocks over a stack of papers. He kisses his teeth and looks down frustrated and as he does he notices his old journal amongst the scattered pages. He bends down and picks it up the takes a seat on the dusty old sofa.
He starts flicking through the pages, stepping back through time to a mindset he held over a year ago. He reads his past thoughts on opponents he faced on Mile High Wrestling's first few shows, his debut against Dillon Daniels and the series of brawls he had with Forge in the run up to his title match with Candy Bratton. As he turns a page an entry catches his attention.
Skrabal shakes his head as he reads his own words. As the seconds pass he starts to think and before long he picks his phone up from the coffee table and re-reads the news about the Phoenix title being retired. As his eyes can the page a storm of paranoia begins to form in his mind.
Location: Skrabal's Motel Room, Paradise, Nevada. Date: September 27th 2019 Time: 9.10PM
The scene opens with a shot of reigning Mile High Wrestling Ultimate Champion Skrabal Stanzas filling the frame. Over his right shoulder sits the glistening Mile High Wrestling Ultimate Championship and over his left shoulder is the now defunct Mile High Wrestling Phoenix Championship. Skrabal takes a few steps back and turns around placing both title belts on the ocean blue sofa behind him then sits down. He leans forward and pick up an open bottle of beer from the floor and takes a quick sip.
“I ain’t gonna lie man like Skrabz be kinda offended ya nah.”
He finishes what’s left of the beer and places the empty bottle on the floor then picks up his Mile High Wrestling Ultimate Championship.
"On one hand I be real appreciative a this brand new strap, on the level this shit too shiny... but on the other hand if you ask me there be some real shady bidness goin’ down in Mi’ High Wrestlin’.”
He pauses and maintains eye contact with the camera, a serious look on his face as his lays the Ultimate Championship title across his lap.
“I mean look it, first the bossman takin’ away my phoenix strap. Yeah I only had it a short minute too and it meant suttin' to ya nah, it weren't no throwaway ting blad alot a work went in to ya nah. I mean I ainlt like the gyal but Bullet repped the shit and Tyke... well Tyke tried his best fam you can't say he didn't. And me? Shhit I was gonna take of runnin' wit' it jus because I felt like it, Forrest Gum vibe. But the bossman dizzy or suttin... Coz he see that past work and future ambition and he jus make that plain vanish on a David Copperfield tip, ya get me?."
Skrabal shakes his head while maintaining a cold, arrogant star on the camera.
"I hope ya do blad coz that shit real dope... But the bossman out here on a now ya see it now ya don’t vibe with my tings and if that shit ain’t bad enough he go throw me in some five person elimination ting wit’ the big strap on the line…”
He shakes his head again and momentarily looks away before retaining his gaze to the camera.
"Don’t get me wrong fam man ain’t complainin’ ‘bout the work it jus’ kinda seem to me he doin’ all he can to dull my shine right now. I mean what is it blad you runnin’ outta options? Ricky Stanton done got in ya ear with his not worth promotin’ nonsense and foolishness?... What I ain’t be tweetin’ enough or suttin’?”
He raises his eyebrows sarcastically then laughs briefly before continuing.
"Nah, shit it can’t be that…"
He leans forward and picks up a pre rolled joint from the table in front of him.
“Oh snap I nah jus’ what is… You an enabler innit, yeah. I mean you ain’t ever have a problem with Tyke runnin’ round here coked out his mind and you heard what I been sayin’ ‘bout my problem, about my dub addiction and now you givin’ me the biggest dose a my life. What is it blad you hopin’ man a OD or suttin?”
He laughs again then lights his joint, inhaling it’s intoxicating smoke deep into his lungs as he reaches for the Phoenix Championship title.
“Nah, it can’t be that either… fact is it ain’t really matter what it is but you got my attention once again none the less. I mean I was all set and ready to go on a rampage fam, two strappin’ like a school shootin’ and then you went ahead and said nah...Oh shit I get it, you on that 21 Jump Street Channing Tatum tip innit, you think two strappin’ for nerds. I feel that blad, I feel that for real. But ya nah on the level man has been reminded a certain tings lately , tings I ain’t ‘bout to mention right now but you cast ya mind back, way back, and you might jus’ remember a few tings I done said to you in the past and you pullin’ at those same old strings right now. I mean maybe I be connectin' dots where they exist again but first I gotta deal wit' ya head ref out there and the dude struggle to count when Tyke’s shoulders pon the mat, givin’ it that ‘nah it was two’ shit when e’rybody there seen it was three. I had to go take it beyond doubt, kick Tyke’s head off his shoulders and put him down for one, two, three, four, five once I caught a sna… nah this ain't no nursery rhyme bullshit this grown folk bidness and you fuckin’ wit’ the grownest folk here.”
He pauses as he feels his anger rising and takes a few deep, relaxing tokes on his joint, then tosses the Phoenix title to the side, out of the shot.
“I mean takin’ the Phoenix strap is one ting but this five man bidness… Like I said I ain’t complain’ bout the work but it seem to me you might have a lil’ problem with man like Skrabz bein’ in the position he in for as long he been there so first you go take the second strap and now you go throw me to what? Is that ya wolf pack is it? Those ya hounds fam? Who the alpha?... Chris Mosh?... Nah, it can’t be that coz Mosh been runnin’ his mouth for time and he ain’t got a nice word to say ‘bout you, shit maybe he right though. I mean it weren’t you out there stoppin' Lance Mikes from stickin’ his nose in a my match with Tyke was it? Nah that was ya ex-wife, and that’s after I done laid her out wit’ a Mic Check back at Rise Again while you nowhere to be seen.”
He pauses as he reaches for another bottle of beer, he twists of the cap and takes a long drink.
“Speakin’ a Chris Mosh, I remember you from day innit, yeah you been around plus man heard all ‘bout that party ya threw back after episode one... Ain’t heard too much ‘bout you since though, till lately, now you so cold hearted. But fam this ain't ya opportunity, this ain’t no reward for time served, nah! This a straight up punishment for runnin’ ya mouth for so long. Yeah you been talkin’ that talk repeatedly but ya walk stay stumblin’, I mean shit ya barely get up to stride fam and we been marchin’ for time now too so come September twenty ninth you can about turn and fuck right off back where ya came from coz ya might a gone got yaself a lil' hype but fact is on ya best day you ain't belong in the same ring as man like Skrabz.”
He looks smugly into the camera as he takes another drink of beer from the brown glass bottle.
“But shit it ain’t only Mosh in the ting is it, nah that'd be dumb innit. There be three other bodies to worry ‘bout, so who we got then?”
He relights his joint and takes another deep toke before continuing.
“We got Jackie Layton, a Sheild Maided, shit course she is, it seem almost e’ry chick up in here either a maiden or they wanna be one. Ya nah I’m a be real, she been ‘bout it in the ring for a while now on one level, I mean her and Sam been runnin’ that tag division for a hot minute and ain’t nuttin I can say a take anythin’ away from it. And shit with a name like Bandit and wit’ the Maidens havin’ those connections they supposedly have I thought she was really ‘bout it, but then I done heard she got her name from a movie so I guess she jus’ another one a them Shieldmaiden’ posers on another level after all. But no doubt about it, her and Sam the tag champs for a reason. They even saw those Bricky Boyz off, man had to send 'em away quick as the bossman did my Phoenix strap. ”
He looks away from the camera as he puffs on his joint and takes another drink of beer.
“Like I said you the tag champs for a reason but that reason be coz when push come to shove the two of you jus’ can’t quite cut it when you out there alone in a Mi’ High ring so I guess it’s lucky for the pair a you that you ain't gonna be alone out there in that Mi’ High ring and wit’ the two a ya been so dominant as a team it only a make sense for ya to take e’rybody else out one by one till jus’ the two a you remain. Question be is either one a you gonna be able to refrain from takin’ ya shot when you see that openin’ and ya will see that openin’ fam, it’s gonna happen. One a you a turn round see the other one lookin’ vulnerable and what ya gonna do? Shit I nah what you better do, you better get over ya affiliation and ya friendship or that shit a come back to bite ya both real quick.”
He pauses for another long toke on his joint before continuing.
“But shit Sam, you sure done changed gyal lemme tell ya. I remember ya was all bidness back in the day, now you half image and all bullshit, out here poutin and posin wit' ya tits half out like... Ya nah we used to get that cheap shit in the daily paper back where I come from, thirty pence per issue, standard. For all ya changes it seem ya wit ain't improved a bit nah, you still on some playground levels wit' ya lil' version a what BCB stand for... Really that's what ya go for? And not even once either ya repeated that shit like ya proud of it... I see you though fam don't worry 'bout it, they tell me you ranked number two here in Mi’ High, second only to man like Skrabz but most a your in ring hype come from those tag tings where I been runnin’ shit on my ones plus we all know there be a whole lot a distance between the top spot and the one below it round here and you gonna be reminded jus’ how big that gap is real soon, trust. I got a question for you on the real though, I’m a be serious for a second, Lance Storm vibe, ya feel me?... How the fuck ya got yaself two husbands and yet you ain’t got no man in ya life?”
He laughs and takes a final swig of beer from the bottle and drops it on the floor. A serious look descends over his face as he continues.
“There be someone else in the ting too innit.”
He pauses as he feels his anger rising and takes a couple of long, relaxing puffs on his joint.
“Ya nah who it is innit, Mi’ Highs resident holiday reminder and the only legitimate blemish on man like Skrabz record, I mean shit I can’t even lie fam. Fair and square be the words for it, no bullshit nuttin’. You done did it again and you ask me ya did me a favour in the process. Yeah, you taught man a good lesson for real, ya taught me if I let off on that pedal for jus’ a fraction of second then someone gonna come up behind me real quick and either run right on in to the back a me or sail right on by and I ain’t about to let that happen. So from now it’s pedal to the metal on a Bandit vibe, Burt Reynolds bidness ya get me? Man be jumpin’ red lights and ignorin’ stop signs from here on out, not even a Cali stop fam nah, it’s straight on through no checkin’ for traffic.”
He takes a final few puffs on his joint then stubs it out in an ashtray before reaching for another bottle of beer.
“Ya taught me suttin, on the real... ya nah that shit can’t slide though innit and I ain’t ‘bout to let ya catch me slipppin’ again. But you goin’ in wit some real momentum I can’t deny it, first ya threw me that big fat L and sent me into a whole spiral a dub withdrawal and then ya saw off what’s his face, Agustin suttin’, ya made his whole ting worthless in a second and sent him runnin’ so a lot a people prolly think you got the best chance a walkin’ out that with man’s strap. Only problem for you is I ain’t bout to let that happen. I can’t let it happen blad, not again not with the big strap on the line. I nah you got the better a me but on the level you ain't there yet fam so I’m a collect that dub you owe me and send you outta this match personally and if I have my way I’m a save ya for last. I’m a let ya get jus’ close enough to taste that glory then I’m a snatch it away and send you off beggin for more.”
He twists the top of the bottle of beer and throws it out of shot.
“But man ain’t an eejiat ya nah. I mean the shit might be a five way ting but from the second that bell ring it’s man like Skrabz against ‘e’rybody else in the ring wit’ him, me against ‘em all but that’s the way I done seen it from day one anyway. See I ain’t made like a single one a ya, nah, we made from dif’rent clothes innit, from different mills cut and sewn by dif’rent tailors. It’s bespoke, custom made verse off the rack mass manufactured bullshit and that’s why man like Skrabz stand out high above the rest… I ain’t nah when ya gonna learn though, for real I don’t. They said Cain was gonna take the strap... twice, but it ain’t happen. Then they say Bullet a do it but nah, same ting. Tyke was nex’ and he blew it too but still e’ry time I has to put the strap on the line they sayin’ I ain’t walkin’ out wit’ it, saying I ain’t overcome the odds..."
He pauses and looks in to the camera with his eyebrows raised.
"Fam I am the odds, I’m the ting to overcome and this shiny strap in my lap the ting that prove it ain’t jus’ talk.”
He pauses again momentarily and glances down at the title belt in his lap then takes a quick drink of beer.
“So if this be a case a the bossman tryin a get this strap outta my hands then he gonna have to line ‘em a whole lot deeper than this. Coz when I walk down to that ring in the T Mobile arena and I see eight beady lil’ eyes all locked on to me and my strap I ain’t gonna miss a step. I’m a carry on walkin’ wit’ purpose and that purpose is to finish the night with that strap still hung over my shoulder on my walk to the back. So it ain’t matter if it’s four, eight or twelve of ‘em stadin’ across that ring from me I ain’t ’bout to back down, I ain’t bout to hide and hope they take each other out nah, bun that! I’m a walk in swingin', face ‘em all head on and take ‘em out one by one till ain’t nobody left but me and if the bossman do got a problem with that then I’m a be right there in the ring waitin’ for him come say suttin’ to me, standard!”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2019 22:00:48 GMT -6
24th September, 2019
01:15 AM EST
Louisville, Kentucky
Exact Location: Hotel Louisville (Room 324)
Status: Off-Camera Sam wasn’t sure what hurt more; the numerous weapons that had found her body mere hours ago, or knowing she had been so goddamn close to winning the X-Division Championship … but ultimately lost. It may have been Hush who ate the pin, but Stephanie Matsuda had walked out of Monday Night Brawl with the strap in her hands. A frustrated sigh passed her lips as she laid her head against the pillow. Thankfully, most of the weapons that had been used were blunt or not sharp enough to require any major surgeries. At worst, Sam had needed to be examined to ensure no old wounds reopened, got aggravated, or both. The pain killers were finally beginning to work her magic, and Sam was beginning to feel drowsy. Frustration, however, was helping keep her awake. A soft sigh causes her to look over in time to see her husband, Joseph, standing beside her. ”It’s not like that was your last chance ever to obtain a belt in EWC, you know?”When Sam didn’t immediately reply, he quietly sat beside his wife. ”It’s also not the only chance you have coming up. You have Mile High’s fight to look forward, remember?””About fucking time, yeah. Still …”Her head moved from side to side. ”It doesn’t take away the sting that accompanies each loss. Never has, never will.” Joseph nodded in understanding, lightly - and carefully - rubbing Sam’s shoulder. ”I get it. Really, I do. And it’s not just because I’m your spouse. I had my own title shot, remember?”Sam smirked, giving him a quick nod as the fight between him and Bullet began to play out. ”She hits hard, doesn’t she?”Orion merely whistled in response, grinning as he took note of his wife’s attitude beginning to improve. ”You do have other fights prior to Mile High, though. So rest up, my love. We’ll resume training tomorrow.”A slow nod was the last thing Joseph saw before Sam’s eyes shut and she very quickly fell into a deep slumber.
28th September, 2019
12:27 PM PST
Las Vegas, Nevada
Exact Location: Red Rock Canyon National Conservation Area
Status: On-Camera Whereas one may expect to see The Titaness in a hotel room or even in front of one of the many casinos, no. That, amazingly, isn’t what the camera reveals. Instead, we see her in front of what - at first - looks eerily similar to the Grand Canyon. Upon closer inspection, however, the rocks have an intriguing crimson hue to them. The camera turns, allowing a “Welcome To The Red Rock Canyon National Conservation Area” sign to be seen. When it’s moved again, we see Sam in the midst of hanging posters up. She’s also clad in a rather intriguing outfit. After she finishes taping the posters against the rocks, she moves in front of the camera, looking rather proudly at the lens. ”This, quite frankly, was the ‘second chance’ I probably should have had before Mile High shut down.” Sam waved her hand dismissively, clapping them together instead. ”Better later than never, yeah? This will be much, much, much more rewarding. I admit … last time I did bitch a bit much. Not gonna even deny that.”Sam shrugs. ”But that’s exactly why this opportunity is all the more sweeter. I didn't need to say a damn thing to Rob. He knew and recognized that I deserved to be here. And I fully intend to make it not only my third shot, but my charm. Proverbs can work in one’s favor, after all. Now … business time. Let’s get to it.”Samantha kneels down, opening a dufflebag. Inside are at least a dozen hand axes, maybe a bit more. She grabs at least half of the weapons before turning and looking at the posters. Once the camera zooms up closer, we see all of the faces - even Bandit’s - are secured against the blood red rocks. ”Azurine and Skrabz are right about ya, Mosh. This is not your time to shine, and I’m not saying that out of spite. Just facts. You only called one thing correctly when the battle to see who would claim the Hardcore Championship arrived, and that was you did manage to avoid the pin that time around. Good for you. But when all is said and done?”Her head shakes. ”You’re still making one huge mistake that you’ve been repeating since day one, Mosh. You continue to choke when it comes to chances like this. Not to say I haven’t made that same error. I’ll woman up and admit I have been there, done that also. But …” She hurls an axe forward. It lands right in the photographed Mosh’s forehead with accuracy only a person who has handled any type of weapon could show off. ”I’ve also bounced back. In and out of Mile High. Hell, I did so recently against Skrabz’s homies. Not alone, no. But the fact is, I was one of the two Shieldmaidens who helped reclaim the Tag Titles when they were temporarily lost. You never succeeded in doing what me and Jackie did whilst we held those titles. You always failed. You’ve got a much better shot at winning the AMMO Title than this one. Sorry, not really. I can be cold-hearted too, and right now? Well …”She pauses to briefly contemplate before steadily nodding. ”I’m definitely gonna be selfish. That much is for damn sure. Now … next. Sister … Bandit. You can have one saving grace with me, and that is knowing I won’t hold back against you. Hell, the fact Skrabz was stupid enough to think otherwise already puts him at a disadvantage. Really, the fuck was he even going on about with you being a wannabe Shieldmaiden? Fucking moron. But you’re smarter than that. You saw me and Saoirse in Southern Rebellion Wrestling, as well as how we went to town against one another.
“Unfortunately, this isn’t just any chance or fight I’ve been allowed to partake in. It’s what I’ve busted my ass off for since day fucking one. Even before it was announced there would be a tournament from the get-go to see who would have the Mile High Championship, that was exactly what I had my sights on the moment I joined up here. So …”As the sentence trails off, Sam tosses a second axe at Bandit’s poster. This one goes across her comrade’s throat. ”Even at the expense of making you fly out of the ring, I’m not letting anyone or anything stop me. But at least know I won’t be as foolish as the others were, particularly in underestimating you. Yes, you haven’t been in many singles fights. I know that all too well. But you still step into the ring. By default, your record shouldn’t matter. You fight. You bleed. You wrestle like me and the others in the roster do. And while I’m glad you have a chance to prove yourself …”Sam visibly frowns. ”Alas … I won’t put aside my selfishness. Psycho didn’t for me with the Hardcore Championship. It’s my turn to return the favor.”As her head moves to the next poster, Samantha glares. We see her looking at Azurine’s face. ”I … am so fucking disappointed in you. You said the stupidest shit to both me and Bandit. SEX already made an effort to insist we should ‘lay down’ and let them beat our asses. Did you already forget how that went? And then … just the way you spoke about everyone, really. The fuck, huh?!” Her fists clench tightly. ”You may have been the only one among us to have succeeded in pinning Skrabz, but guess what?! This is an over-the-top-rope elimination match! Pinning or making anyone submit won’t fucking matter! So maybe you have an edge against our soon-to-be-ex-champion in getting the one, two, three, but I have my own edge!”Sam’s arms stretch out, helping her look as if she herself is in the form of a cross. ”I’m one of the few people who has done these kinds of fights before! The only other one among us, regardless of whether it’s for a championship or not? Mosh. But still, I could try to use that same ‘high and mighty’ bullshit you made an effort to.” A disgusted scoff elicits from The Titaness as she moves her head from side to side. ”Also … fucking seriously? You think that just because Erik Holland recently beat me, I have no chance of winning this?! FUCK THAT SHIT! I’ve been fighting in multiple federations since even before Mile High was first founded. YOU THINK SOME WOUNDS WILL STOP ME?! JESUS GODDAMN CHRIST! I should literally rip you apart when I get to you in the ring tomorrow! But no … I won’t. I’ll just be the better woman and do what I’ve done before against you, Azzy. Beat you, particularly when it comes to title opportunities. Oh, and for the record, it may be true that I do a lot of the ‘heavy lifting’. But trust me … you’re going to have a lot more to worry about in this fray. Lose your focus for even a nanosecond, and you’ll find yourself easily tossed over.” Samantha leans down, grabbing some extra axes, and throws them in rapid succession. When she’s finished, five are firmly embedded in the parchment, and the image can barely be seen. ”Last, but certainly not least, Skrabz.”A knowing grin spreads over her face. ”I called it. In my head, of course, but still. I knew you’d say some bullshit about my marriage to more than one guy, as well as my physical change. Just like I told Azurine she’s got more to worry about than who does the most lifting or whatnot, same applies to things like my private life or how I look. Hell, Shox and Tox tried to use that against me right before me and Bandit reclaimed the Tag Team Titles. Remember how that worked for them?” Her smirk widens. “But with that being said … I’m still all business. Very much so. I mean … you said it yourself. You acknowledged me and Bandit got the best of your homies, so …”Another scoff resounds from Sam. ”You know, it’s that exact fucking reason I dislike you so goddamn much. I haven’t really elaborated on it before, but why not? This the most perfect time, so here it is. You’re like another wrestler in a different fed I go to. You deconstruct and tear down everyone else. You discredit them … even when they prove that they can give you a hell of a fight. That is why you said Bullet was a fake after all … isn’t it?!” Keeping the axes tightly held in her left hand, Sam growls while flipping the camera off with her right middle finger. ”SHE BUSTED YOU OPEN! EVEN MADE ONE OF YOUR EYES SO SWOLLEN IT DAMN WELL NEARLY STAYED SHUT! AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO SAY SHE WAS FAKE?!” Sam points to herself. ”Bullet may not be bothered by your words, but I sure as fuck am! I may - no, not even may - have talked a lot of shit before. Also in and out of Mile High. But you know the one thing I’ve NEVER done that you have? All this constant talking down of every single person who has gone against you. Regardless of outcome … or much of anything. I may question and tease certain things about my opponents. But if they’re a legitimate fighter or not? Never … not like you consistently do.
“And before you try to say, ‘But Sam, that ain’t true. I gave respect to Azurine and ‘Desert Rose’ Anya’, shut the fuck up. I can practically hear those words. And … fine. You’re not wrong, I suppose. So perhaps you did. But that just means you’re selective, and you know what?"
The Titaness turns her head and spits on the ground. ”That just makes me even more disgusted with you. You may have defended and held that strap in your hands for a long time. No one will be able to take that acknowledgement away from you. But Mile High needs someone who won’t bitch or whine - because that was exactly what you just did in your fucking promo! You don’t like how this match changed, don’t like how the Phoenix Championship is retired. You know what?! Neither do I, but I don’t care! Because unlike you, I’m not gonna go on and on about what I fucking dislike regarding these stipulations. I’m gonna storm into the ring tomorrow with a ‘Challenge accepted’ mindset and do every goddamn thing I can to emerge victorious! And should that work in my favor!”Sam proudly puts a hand over her heart. ”Then I will gladly defend that title, with every fiber in my being. I will eagerly sacrifice every drop of blood against any future opponent and give them the fight they deserve. Because that is how a true champion should be. Not … some prick who talks them down and says they have a zero percent chance of winning!”Another growl is heard, this time mingled in with a snarl. ”I don’t usually say or believe in him, but God - or my sisters - help me if I ever do that disgraceful shit you pull off every fucking time. I refuse to sink to those levels! Azurine was right - like it or not, change is coming, motherfucker! Reigns end. Your homies saw it … now it is going to be your turn.” The Titaness picks up the rest of the axes and throws all of them at Skrabz’s photo. She stares temporarily at them but shakes her head no. She’s not satisfied. So, she moves and retrieves the others … and throws the rest into Skrabz’s poster before tearing it off and allowing the wind to blow it away. Where to? She doesn’t know, but the look on Samantha’s face implies she does not care. For a good two or so minutes, only heavy breaths from Sam are heard. Only when she turns and looks back towards the camera does she continue to talk. ”Fuck, man, you even acknowledged I’m ranked second among everyone else in Mile High. There’s a goddamn reason for that, dumb fuck. I’ve always been nipping at your heels, waiting for this moment. And now that it’s arrived? I’m gonna fucking sink my teeth right into them! I don’t care how many Mic Checks I gotta risk being hit with. I’ll take the punishment, then return the favor ten fold … and finally ensure you’re thrown over the ropes.
“Like it or not, a new era will begin. And if the very belt we’re all fighting for wasn’t incentive enough? Then the chance to be a more official Double Champion in Mile High is fueling me on. If anything, the ‘loss of momentum’ Azzy thinks is working against me will help me. Not that I need any further incentive … but I’ll gladly take what I can get. Starting with being able to raise my hands up high tomorrow and help cleanse Mile High. Soon, they’ll have a champion who accepts and faces everyone properly rather than constantly trying to insult opponents or whine when changes they don’t like or expect arrive.
“Congrats, Skrabz. You had a damn good reign. But like all things, it will come to an end. Enjoy clinging onto that belt while you can, bastard!” As the curse word echoes from Sam’s lips and into the large valley, she walks over and begins to retrieve all of the axes plus the posters. ”Ready or not, I’m fucking coming for your Championship. Ready or not … change is coming, and it’s doing so in the form of all of us, not just myself, who can no doubt agree with one thing. We’re done living in the time frame of Skrabz being at the top of his proverbial mountain. It’s time to take him down … and ensure he doesn’t make a comeback from his loss anytime soon. See you all tomorrow!” The camera lingers on Sam cleaning up and getting her items before flickering off, though not before one last ”Cocky little motherfucker” can be heard muttered under Samantha’s breath.
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Post by Bandit on Sept 28, 2019 23:06:40 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Tuesday, August 6, 2019
Penthouse Condo
Las Vegas, Nevada
10:15 AM PDT
Walking back into the Las Vegas condo that she once called home, Shieldmaiden Full patch Jackie “Bandit” Layton, looks around with Club Treasurer Jocelyn “Tibs” Thibault right behind her.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: You guys lived here?
Bandit nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Couple of months. Eav was really big on showing at the time…
Tibs nods understandingly.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: This definitely qualifies.
Bandit nods knowingly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: The matching mustangs too. I’m pretty sure if we’d made eyes at some crazy ass classic Harley at the time, she’d have bought it for us even though, at the time, she had no idea we even liked to ride.
Tibs’ mouth falls open in shock.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: How did that happen?
Bandit shrugs, sighing heavily.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: That was when we were trying to hide a lot of things because…
Tibs nods quickly.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: Oh, right, that was when you and Bullet got suspended. I…
Bandit shakes her head, trying to let Tibs off the hook.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: It’s ok, Tibs. I did a lot of stupid shit and that was…
Bandit sucks in another deep breath and glances back at the front door. Nodding to herself, she turns back to face her fellow Maiden.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Sometimes I wonder if we’d been up front with Eav, where we’d be now, you know? Like, she had no idea how we were. She thought she had to take care of us and it drove her fucking mad! As much as she seems to like polyamory now, at the time, it was too much for her. She was dealing with emotional turmoil, mental illness, her own drug addiction and she thought she had to basically be a mother to us too and it broke her…
Biting her bottom lip, Bandit shakes her head in shame.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And then I lashed out and went and overdosed, probably an argument I did it on purpose to try and guilt her into coming back and that it was a cry for help or just me being an attention whore. It sort of worked for all of those because she did come back, I got a shitload of attention and everybody started looking out for me on that score.
Tibs nods slowly, the memories coming back.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: we were all really worried about you when Bullet called and told us what happened. I remember being stunned that you’d both been on coke. It was unthinkable that either one of you would be out of control like that, especially Bullet. We’d been watching her grow into our VP for eight years and to suddenly hear she’d gone on some crazy bender in Vegas?
Bandit nods in shame.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: That was on me, it was almost all my idea. I pushed her to test drive Eav. I pushed her to go out and party. She was trying to chase me down so that I wouldn’t do something stupid and I did anyway, pretty much repetedly. She always told me she was trying to keep me from turning into my mother and damn if I didn’t try anyway!
Tibs and Bandit walk over and sit down on the couch.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: Did you ever figure out…
Bandit smiles.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I did out-patient counseling during our suspension. They thought it was significant that Eav and Alé were the first people I’d ever told I loved and that my reaction happened so closely to both that and then Eav leaving. Basically, they between that, what happened with my mom and with my…
She pauses, gritting her teeth harshly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: My sperm donor…
Her teeth grind in anger momentarily before she catches herself and manages to calm herself back down.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: At the end of the day, they thought I was trying to find ways to self medicate because I had daddy issues, abandonment issues and sexual identity issues that were combined with trying to follow an example that should have been off-putting.
Tibs can’t believe her ears.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: That sounds like a lot to process and plow through.
Bandit nods her agreement.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: It is, I can’t say that I totally have yet. I mean, I have Alé and Angel so, I’ve figured that one out. I figured out I don’t wanna be what my mom was…
Tibs nods, beaming with pride.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: That’s good. She seemed kind of bad off.
Bandit nods her own agreement on this point.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yeah, my poor Mom. I think she’s actually afraid to be out now. She’s done a long term rehab program for so many things at this point. I think they figured out she was an alcoholic, a gambling addict, cocaine, and kind of had an eating disorder on top of it. She was just really self-destructive. I had a doctor there tell me that with Mom, if there was a bit of self-harm she hadn’t gotten to yet, it was just that. She simply hadn’t gotten to that yet. It was like the drugs. She’d decided she liked being drunk and she liked cocaine and she dabbled with a few others. I’m actually thankful yet terrified that she never tried anything with needles.
Tibs nods as suddenly, the door opens and three other women wearing matching near blank kuttes walk in.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Here comes the cavalry, I love it when hang arounds are serious…
Tibs chuckles.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: Think these three’ll make prospect?
Bandit looks the trio up and down and then shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You’d think coming all the way here on their own dime just to help us move furniture would win brownie points, don’t you?
Tibs’s jaw drops as she quickly looks from bandit to the three young women walking towards them and then back to Bandit.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: You’re not seriously gonna make them…
Bandit snickers.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: They don’t know that. Let’s see if they get cranky first. I’m going to reimburse every one of them for flying out here and I’m going to have them ride back with us but it’s still a good test...
Tibs shakes her head in utter disbelief. .
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: You diabolical genius you…
Bandit shrugs as the two stand up to meet their three helpers.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: We’ll see how genius it is after...
The three women, a small white woman roughly the same size as Bandit named Bobbi Layne, a taller filipina named Toni Zendejas and an equally short black woman named Johnnie Mae Brown, walk up and nod to Tibs and Bandit.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Thanks for coming, ladies. Are you ready to help us today?
The three all nod in unison and both Bandit and Tibs can’t help but smile.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Ok, Bobbi Burnout, you’re going with Tibs to look for the things on this list. Don’t worry about price, we got this.
Bobbi nods and she and Tibs depart.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You two are with me and we’re going to go get the place ready but i need to impress something on you guys. You tell no one about this place. If anybody asks, you helped me clean the condo, got it?
Both Toni and Johnnie Mae nod and Bandit smirks.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Alright, let’s go downstairs and get over to the warehouse. We’ve got some gym equipment to check out. We’re making this place look like the home a few of our Maiden sisters use to use it for so, let’s do a good job, yeah?
Both ladies smile broadly and Bandit nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You guys are going to do just fine.
Off-Camera
Saturday, September 28, 2019
Penthouse Condo
Las Vegas, Nevada
9:51 AM PDT
Sitting on the couch in the living room of the condo, Bandit watches as the rest of the Shieldmaidens walk out the front door to head downstairs to get to their bikes and get their roll on. The whole group was set to meet up at the MGM Grand for an early birthday celebration for their Charter President, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal. Who knew how many places on the Strip they would actually visit in the next twenty-four hours but the rousing round of rambunctiousness was to start at the MGM Grand. As the last of the houseguest walk out the door, bandit looks up to see the person of honor, her girlfriend Bullet, standing next to her. Bandit looks up at Bullet and frowns while Bullet simply shrugs down at her blonde sweetheart.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You not coming?
Bandit can’t help but laugh.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: We’re all about to roll up on the Strip and you have to ask if I’m coming along?
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You kind of are the last one standing here inside the condo, Jack. Angel, Tibs, Queenie, Crash, Burn, Sam, Essie, Zombie, Lexa, Val…
Bandit nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And Psycho, Bruiser, Banshee, the prospect, Fi and Khary are all gonna meet us there which will be funny that we will have two men there…
Bandit can’t help but laugh.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: We can always call for reinforcements…
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I think if we want more, the Twins, Queenie and Tibs can find plenty for us.
Bandit nods her agreement.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Are Gata, Gabi and Corrie still gonna meet us up here?
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Amparo, Paloma and Moni too.
Bandit’s mouth falls open in shock.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Val’s gonna shit herself…
Bullet can’t help but smile with savage amusement at this thought.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Meeting the family… it could be worse for her…
Bandit frowns with confusion for sa second.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: It…
Suddenly, comprehension dawns.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Essie’s parents could be here too…
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I am sure they will call. I know mine will. Mamá never misses one.
Bandit can’t help but laugh.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So Val might get roped into talking to her future in-laws after all?
Bullet nods and Bandit laughs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Oh man, I’d pay to be sitting there when that happens!
Bullet grins.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Buy enough rounds tonight, you just might be.
Bandit nods and then looks around the room. Bullet frowns at the look on her lover’s face, sitting down next to her on the couch.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Qué pasa, Jack? You do not look like we’re about to party in Vegas…
Bandit nods looking mildly ashamed of herself as she does so.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I… just…
She looks up and looks Bullet in the eyes.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Why didn’t it happen until we got here?
Bullet stares back at her lover, shock starting to register on her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Cómo?
Bandit looks away, a tear rolling down her cheek.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I know, it’s dumb…
Bullet shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, it is not… the timing is simply…
Bandit nods knowingly but Bullet doesn’t let her apologize for it.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Were we ready before that? I mean, we both questioned ourselves before that. I always leaned more towards girls but I tried a little of the menu. You were all over the place, and that was just between Declan and Eavan.
Bandit nods slowly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I never thought I was good enough for you…
Bullet’s eyes almost jump out of her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jack…
Bandit shakes her head.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You were the only one…
Bullet frowns in confusion as Bandit looks back to her.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: He didn’t want me. Mom would rather be fucked up. Corrie would rather be fucked up. The others in Bay St. Louis just never…
Bandit squeezes her eyes closed.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You were the only one who never left me…
Bullet takes her girlfriend’s hand into hers.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Siempre has sido lo suficientemente buena para mi, Jack. La verdad es que te estaba esperando. It’s why before Eavan, none of my relationships seemed to work much at all. You were always available and it was always in my head maybe you would want me. Then you were supposed to be off with Declan y…
Seeing the look on Bandit’s face, Bullet gently squeezes her hand.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I am not saying it is your fault, Jack. It was never your fault. They were all my fault. Even Eavan was my fault. I could blame it on her issues but no matter what we say, I misled her from the start in not telling her who I really was. She would have every right to hate me right now if she felt it…
Bandit smiles through her tears.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I love you, Alé
Bullet leans over and kisses her passionately.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Te amo, Jack. I have always loved you from the first time I see you. Your mother could see it from the start.
Bandit nods, laughing in spite of herself.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I should have listened to her then.
Bullet shrugs playfully.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Do you know how weird it would have been if you had started listening to her then?
Bandit pauses to ponder and then nods knowingly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: She wouldn’t have believed it was real.
Bullet nods patting her hand with her other.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Come on, we’ve got a family waiting for us down there…
Bandit nods, smiling broadly now.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Ok.
Bullet kisses her again and then stands up. Bandit follows and kisses Bullet back.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You think we’ll get in trouble if we visit their bathroom right off?
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Quieres averiguarlo?
Bandit nods enthusiastically.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Fucking right I do!
Bullet nods to the door and the two head out to see what the day holds for them.
On-Camera
Saturday, September 28, 2019
Luxor Las Vegas
Las Vegas, Nevada
7:03 PM PDT
The camera opens on Jackie “Bandit” Layton standing by the Great Sphinx outside the Luxor Hotel and Casino. Bandit’s ensemble is eye-catching as she’s wearing a wind-colored low cut dress with slits up either side with a pair of strapped heels. She nods knowingly to the camera, glancing down at herself and snickering.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yeah, I know, I don’t look like hard ass biker bitch right now, do I?
She looks up smirking playfully.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Deal with it, I’m going to enjoy myself tonight before I have to come down to the arena and go at it with four people who have all been here in Mile High Wrestling longer than I have.
She pauses and then nods to herself as if a thought has just occurred to her.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: It’s funny, I never really expected it to come like this…
She raises a hand in annoyance to stop the comment she knows is coming.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yeah, I know, that’s what she said…
Bandit rolls her eyes and waves her hand dismissively at the overused joke. She glances back at the casino behind her and then moves her gaze back to the camera.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So, here I go, fighting for the Ultimate Championship against Skrabz, Sam, Azzy and Chris Mosh…
Her hand starts to raise as she considers her opponents.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So I get to fight two people i like in Sam and Azzy and two I don’t in Mister, “Hi, I’m an Emo Badass now because being the unfriendly party guy douchebag didn’t work so now I’m be the supposedly heartless bastard except i’ll be friendlier now that I’m not supposed to be than I was when I was supposed to be the life of the party and just reminded everyone of the doofy bitch that thinks he’s being crazy by getting drunk, pissing everyone off with unfunny jokes and then pukes on the carpet while still being the only one laughing at his own horrible jokes!” and then Mister, “I’m, Dwayne Johnson’s less buff English clone”
A shudder passes over her as she looks likes he almost wants to vomit right there.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Cold Hearted Chris Mosh…
She shrugs, looking away to the right.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: First off, that should be hyphenated but, who gives a shit, right? It worked the wrong way for Paula Abdul like thirty years ago so why not for Captain Emo and his Fantastic Voyage?
She nods again in her annoyance as she looks back to the camera.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Is there some law that says we have to say that whole name every time? Like, he’s not just Chris, he’s not just Chris Mosh, he’s by God Cold Hearted Chris Mosh, and Sand Snakes don’t make good corporate pets!
Shaking her head, annoyance flowing off her, she looks off to the left.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Like, did he change that to be his legal name or is this or just one of these…”hey, if we say it often enough, everybody will buy this bullshit and forget that he’s not very cold about much of anything and has actually warmed up a bit since dropping the whole bullshit party guy thing?”
She looks back to the camera, both hands stretched out at her sides palms up as if begging from the sky for an answer that will never come.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I get you fake it until you make it and the “Big Lie” thing works and all, I mean, shit, just look at most of your government, but what exactly makes Chris Mosh cold anything?
She shakes her head, waiting expectantly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What, because it sounds cooler than Super Cereal Chris Mosh?
She glares into the camera and points harshly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Listen up and listen good, Frat Boy, Vegas is not your anything. If anybody in Mile High can lay claim to it and the fanbase, it’d be Erin Blue, not you. Don’t bulshit me, Mosh, I was there for your moment of glory and I was also there when you basically laid down and died on your fucking partner and me and Sam knocked the shit out fo you so bad that Ripley couldn’t take trying to carry your barely cares ass anymore! And while I notice that’s not you anymore and congratulate you on suddenly realizng what everyone else knew from birth in that you actually had to try a little to get somewhere, crying like a little bitch because you didn’t get the title shot you wanted when you’re lucky to have a job, much less be getting a title shot means the other four of us should beat the fuck out of you ion general principle, then smack you aroudn until our hands hurt and then smack you some more for making our hands hurt in the first place! Just because you’re actually super, super cereal now doesn’t mean you have any more of a clue than you used to, which is sad because you should be godly in the ring! You have all the gifts that somebody like me should be willing to kill for! You’re built, you have charisma that should be effortless and make you be drowning in whatever sexual prey you want, you’ve got speed and you’ve got natural instincts and yet you have the balls to call yourself the underdog despite the fact there are two short women in this match because…
She pauses, shrugging angrily, her hand dropping back to her side.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Well, hey, like everything else to with you, Iceman, it sounds cool so go with it, right?
She rolls her eyes again and weaves him off.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You’re only slightly less annoying than our illustrious champion, Skrabz, although he seems to be another one of these mandated name changes too. The man’s name is fucking Skrabal for fuck sake, who the fuck names their kid after a goddamn boardgame?
She shakes her head, looking off into the night.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I mean, were your parents going for a high score with all those tiles and decided to commemorate it with their spawn?
She looks back into the camera, still seemingly incredulous.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: It explains damn near everything about him! It explains why he fights and tries to be funny like a kid who got his ass kicked on the regular on the playground. It explaisn why he has this inferiority complex when it comes to himself and women and seems to be fucking terrified of committing to much of anything. So when you have a name that brings all that kind of bullshit with it, I can see why insecurity would lead you to call yourself and want everyone else to call you “Man like Skrabz.”
Her hands come back up, outstretched and turned palms up.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I mean, fuck, you have to remidn yourself that you’re supposed to be a man every tiem you say your own fucking anem, how sad is that? That kind of insecurity is just…
She crosses her arms as she looks away momentarily.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: No wonder you sent away Tox and Shox after they got punked by us for the second time. They might make you look like less of a man and make you have to say it twice every time just to have everybody overlook that you shouldn’t have to do that. Just like Chris Mosh, you have it all and you have the championship belt that says you shouldn’t need to fixate on the shit that you do and yet, here we are, “man like Skrabz” over and over again until I feel like we should be calling you the Manchester Mastodon or something just so you won’t feel as inadequate as you so obviously do around women, which, by the way, the only two people to pin you here in Mile High, both women.
Her arms drop to her sides.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I did have to love how you so quickly dismissed everyone in this match too, especially me. I’m the one in this match that basically been a champion as long as you have but I’m the smallest, I’m a woman, I’m just a tag teamer and “of course”, I’m a Maiden…
She nods, fire in her eyes.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yeah, thanks for paying attention to the fact that, you’re fucking right I’m a Maiden. I’m one of the two original ones left, you simpering buffoon! I’m a tag teamer because I’m good at it, I enjoy and I don’t particularly enjoy being by myself. As for how I would do by myself…
He shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: How the fuck would we know, this is the first time I’ve ever been invited to a singles title match. I’ve never gotten to be in a tournament, or a contenders match or much of anything else. Every championship here got decided and crowned without me in it ebcause I was the tag teamer and I was happy there until you ahd to go and open your mouth as if you were the fucking Gospel authority on everything Mile High.
Glaring angrily, she points accusingly into the camera.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Well fuck you, Mister Clean, I’m in a tag team in three different companies, a different partner in each one and doing well with each one! I can adapt to things better than damn near anyone else going today and if you don’t believe me, look at the four regular partners I’ve had and notice they have nothing in common outside of the kutte they were! I’ve been partnered with Widow, Sam, Bullet and Psycho, and champions have followed all of us! So you can take that, “of course she is” and ram it up your insecure fucking ass because being a Maiden doesn’t just mean we might be about that life, it means we’re a fucking championship competitor! We don’t bring you crap. We bring you the goddamn best and ain’t nobody can say otherwise no matter how bad they wish they could!
She claps her hands together, nodding firmly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So now, I walk to this ring for my first singles title shot anywhere and I get to share it with Sam Hamilton and Azurine Vebbins, two women I both like and respect. Two women who have been here basically since day one and have both won championship and done things that they were told they could never do. Sam has won both singles and tag team gold and we are the best damn tag team going right now in Mile High!
She rubs her hands together, looking ready to throw something.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And Azzy? Fuck, people been blowing her off sicne day one. Even my sister Maiden, Zombie, did it and look what happened when she did? It came back to bite her in the ass but it also pushed Zombie to pull her own head out from places it didn’t need to be and get better! Azzy then made Skrabz choke on his own words when she got him too! Both Azzy and Sam can beat anyone in this company any time they’re in the match. They have beaten the best and I am damn fucking proud to be in the same ruing as them when we meet Super Cereal Chris Mosh and the Boardgame for the Mile High Ultimate Championship.
Nodding one more time, the camera zooms in on Bandit.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Ladies, I can’t wait to share the ring with you and I can’t wait to show the world what we can do. I can’t wait to show Chris Mosh and Skrabz what I can do on my own!
She wags her finger at the camera.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Every goddamn one of you better be careful or the Bandit is gonna run out of the place having robbed the stagecoach all over again!
She pauses and nods happily.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a party to get back to…
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