Post by Bullet on Sept 19, 2019 7:52:00 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Wednesday, September 18, 2019
University Medical Center New Orleans
New Orleans, Louisiana
2:10 AM CDT
The victim was lying in a bed hooked up to more tubes than she had ever seen at one time. It had been a long night already with a forty minute drive from Rome, Georgia to Atlanta, Georgia and then a plane ride from Atlanta back to New Orleans after the card in Rome that several of her sister Shieldmaidens had wrestled on. Visiting hours were technically over and had been for five hours but given her connections, those rules never seemed to apply to Alex “Bullet” Carbajal in situations like this. Not once since moving to New Orleans full time when she was sixteen had the hospital ever told her she could not come in no matter what time of night it was. She’d even been given a key to the chapel to use it after hours if she ever felt the need.
This was the first time she’d actually remembered specifically to bring that key with her because she knew she would need it.
Pulling a chair over, she sits down and takes hold of his hand, squeezing it gently. She places her other hand on top of it and smiles sweetly for him.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Quiubo, Mijo?
Watching as his chest rises and falls, she glances over at the machines that were currently monitoring all of his vitals and allowing him to continue breathing. She closes her eyes and listens to the quiet beeps and the rhythmic breathing that fill the room, allowing three breaths to go by before opening her eyes again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: They tell us talking to you might help, that you can hear us. I asked Gata and Essie if that was true and they both say yes. I hope they are right…
She glances back at the door, checking to see if anyone else is there. Seeing no one, she moves her gaze back to the figure in the bed.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We had a show tonight. Sam and Sorsh fought each other. We had to step in against a group of putas who do not know their place.
She manages a smile as she nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I think Sam and Sorsh were happy to be able to hit someone that was not a parcera. Jack and I were ready to back them up no matter what. Zombie, Eef, Bruiser, Knox, Venom…
Pausing for a second, she nods again, this time more to herself than anything else.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It is funny seeing our numbers in different places sometimes.
She inhales deeply as she watches his chest rise and fall a couple of more times, the machines keeping up their steady beeping as well. Looking down at his hand, she exhales slowly, trying to keep things relatively quiet.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jack and Sorsh will fight someone that looks a lot like Venom on Friday in Tampa. Sam and I have fights that night too. Sam’s fighting a man called “The Animal” and I’m fighting someone we’ve already seen a lot of called Phoenix Winterborn. He just had a big tag team match against ReBelle and his partner, Stephanie, is something special so we’ll see how I do with him. I just had a big fight on Sunday too, against a woman coming to EWC soon called Anaquin Adams. She’s a good one too, I hurt her arm so I guess I left my mark on her?
She starts to chuckle a little but the sight before cuts the laughter off quickly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Que pasó?
She looks down the length of the bed and takes in all of the various visible injuries, taking a quick mental inventory as she does so.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This is being looked into from all angles, Mijo. ¡Se encontrarán los malparidos que hicieron esto!
She squeezes his hand again and sighs heavily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Please come back, Mijo. We all love you…
Bullet leans over and kisses his hand before releasing her grip on him and standing up.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I just wanted to say hi…
She nods as she steps back towards the door.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I love you, Mijo, I promise to come see you before I go to Tampa.
Bullet opens the door and steps from the room. She takes a look back and then closes the door quietly behind her. Nodding to herself, she turns and heads up the hallway towards the chapel. Reaching into her pocket, she readies the key and upon arrival, slips it quickly into the lock. She opens the door and steps into the dark chapel, barely taking the time to flip the light switch before closing the door behind her. Almost simultaneous with the lights coming to life, Bullet falls to her and starts sobbing uncontrollably.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Por qué?
She pounds the floor with her right fist as she remains on her knees, almost seeming to kiss the floor.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿POR QUÉ?
She grits her teeth, hoping no one heard her scream, outside the chapel’s walls. Forcing herself to sit up on her knees, the tears continue to roll down her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Por qué dejaste que esto sucediera?
She points back at the doorway.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Por qué él? ¿Qué te hizo alguna vez?
Looking up at the ceiling, Bullet’s hands both ball into tightly clenched fists, her entire body almost shaking.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Se suponía que eso era cómico? ¿Una broma o qué?
She pounds her fists onto her thighs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Que se supone que hagamos?
Biting her bottom lip, she tries to wipe away the tears even as more continue to stream out of her eyes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No entiendo…
Unable to stop herself, she bursts into a sobbing heap, weeping uncontrollably again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Lo lastimaron mucho…
Her hands pull back into fists again and she looks to the sky.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Ayúdalo!
She raises her hands up to the sky pleadingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Por favor ayudalo…
With no answer coming, her eyes close and she starts trembling, her hands slowly starting to come back down and yet seemingly hanging in the air still as if expecting something to stop them.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sé que no tienes que hacerme un catorce pero…
Her hands fall to her sides and she looks to the sky again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Por favor… ayudalo…
She spends the next fifteen minutes trying to get herself together, finally managing after what feels like years. She stands up, walks to the door and flips off the lights, letting herself out and locking the chapel door behind her. As she walks away, she pulls her phone from her pocket and hits the first number.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jack? I’ll be home in ten. Put me on speaker so Angel can hear too?
She pauses as her request is carried out.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Te amo. I’m coming home.
On-Camera
Wednesday, September 18, 2019
Warehouse Gym
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
9:11 PM CDT
The camera opens on Alex “Bullet” Carbajal a she stands near the wall under a black banner with the white Shilemaidens littering logo on it taking the tape off her fists after a training session. She drops the used tape into her bag before reaching down to pick up her kutte and putting it on over her black sports bra and black shorts.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Dame un minuto…
She finishes removing the tape from her hands and then grabs a bottle of water from the bag and downs half of it. Setting the bottle down, she turns to face the camera and nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So, Phoenix Winterborn…
She shrugs, smiling slightly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It’s funny to think they call this a feud between you and the Shieldmaidens despite the fact that there has never really been any hatred between us. Your partner, Stephanie, speaks quite highly of several of us. I’ve even seen her say she’d like to have a match some day just with Jack and I know she thinks highly of Sam.
Nodding quickly, Bullet stands firm.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And we think highly of you two as well. We have had many matches with you this year, some have gone our way, some have gone yours but the thing they all had in common was neither side had any give to it whatsoever! I know when I step into that ring with you, you’re going to come at me with everything you have, as hard and fast as you possibly can and you will go until simply cannot go any longer and you know I will do the same.
She balls her right hand into a fist and punches it into her open left hand.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We will knock the shit out of each other and show the world why they need to sit up and take notice of us! We will go out there and lay it all on the line and when we’re done, there is no question that we will have gotten their attention!
She pauses, looking away for a second.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But…
She raises a hand to slow down any response she might get.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Before we get to that I need to address something that has been discussed amongst us and that is this undercurrent of dissent that is attempting to worm its way into our clubhouse regarding Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton...
Raising her index finger, Bullet nods, looking like she wants to scream just a little at the very idea she’s about to speak out loud.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We have heard several of you try to tell her she doesn’t need us. That’s she good enough to stand on her own and she should ditch us and stop letting us hold her back.
Bullet starts to snicker mirthlessly to herself, shaking her head in disbelief.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Holding her back…
She grits her teeth and then glares into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sam IS good enough to stand on her. Sam does not need us. She has never needed us! Sam has always been her own woman and can stand with anyone in any company!
Her right hand balls into a fist so tightly it starts to tremble with anger.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sam stands with us because she chooses to! Sam chose to call us sisters and we choose to call her the same and I say the same thing for every active wrestler in our number no matter where they wrestle, be it Sam Hamilto , Jackie Layton, Sorsh Maguire, Zombie, Bruiser, Dona Rotten…
She sweeps her right hand down, opening it back up as she does so.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: None of them need the Shieldmaidens to be good or successful! Every one of them has been able to do it no matter what was thrown at them1 We all stand up and show you who we are every time we step into the ring and we will continue to do that because that is what the Shiledmaidens do!
She nods forcefully, pointing aggressively to her own chest.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I have been in the ring with Sam myself and we went toe to toe in a ladder match for a championship. We beat the living shit out of each other, nearly putting both of us on the shelf. I would still call it the greatest match I have ever personally been a part of and we talk about having a chapter two regularly. Last night, she and Sorsh went at it tooth and nail and showed everyone in attendance and everyone who watched the broadcast that we don’t go easy on each other! We give each other the same fight we give everyone else, the difference is that at the end we always emerge with an even stronger bond than we started with1 We have each other’s backs through anything and everything and I am proud to call each one of them mis llaves!
She nods, moving her pointer finger up to her Shieldmaidens patch on her kutte.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This means we have all committed ourselves to each other, to be there for each other in whatever way we need to be, to help us be better in the ring and outside it as people and if you can’t handle that, then you best get out of the way before you get run over!
She fires her right hand down, pointing an imaginary line in the sand on the concrete in front of her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We stand together and there is nothing any of you can do about it! So if you like it or not, get used to it because it’s never going to change!
Nodding furiously, Bullet glares back into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Phoenix, I will see you in the ring on Friday and we will show the world just how high we can fly! Hell is empty and the Maidens are here!
Wednesday, September 18, 2019
University Medical Center New Orleans
New Orleans, Louisiana
2:10 AM CDT
The victim was lying in a bed hooked up to more tubes than she had ever seen at one time. It had been a long night already with a forty minute drive from Rome, Georgia to Atlanta, Georgia and then a plane ride from Atlanta back to New Orleans after the card in Rome that several of her sister Shieldmaidens had wrestled on. Visiting hours were technically over and had been for five hours but given her connections, those rules never seemed to apply to Alex “Bullet” Carbajal in situations like this. Not once since moving to New Orleans full time when she was sixteen had the hospital ever told her she could not come in no matter what time of night it was. She’d even been given a key to the chapel to use it after hours if she ever felt the need.
This was the first time she’d actually remembered specifically to bring that key with her because she knew she would need it.
Pulling a chair over, she sits down and takes hold of his hand, squeezing it gently. She places her other hand on top of it and smiles sweetly for him.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Quiubo, Mijo?
Watching as his chest rises and falls, she glances over at the machines that were currently monitoring all of his vitals and allowing him to continue breathing. She closes her eyes and listens to the quiet beeps and the rhythmic breathing that fill the room, allowing three breaths to go by before opening her eyes again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: They tell us talking to you might help, that you can hear us. I asked Gata and Essie if that was true and they both say yes. I hope they are right…
She glances back at the door, checking to see if anyone else is there. Seeing no one, she moves her gaze back to the figure in the bed.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We had a show tonight. Sam and Sorsh fought each other. We had to step in against a group of putas who do not know their place.
She manages a smile as she nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I think Sam and Sorsh were happy to be able to hit someone that was not a parcera. Jack and I were ready to back them up no matter what. Zombie, Eef, Bruiser, Knox, Venom…
Pausing for a second, she nods again, this time more to herself than anything else.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It is funny seeing our numbers in different places sometimes.
She inhales deeply as she watches his chest rise and fall a couple of more times, the machines keeping up their steady beeping as well. Looking down at his hand, she exhales slowly, trying to keep things relatively quiet.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jack and Sorsh will fight someone that looks a lot like Venom on Friday in Tampa. Sam and I have fights that night too. Sam’s fighting a man called “The Animal” and I’m fighting someone we’ve already seen a lot of called Phoenix Winterborn. He just had a big tag team match against ReBelle and his partner, Stephanie, is something special so we’ll see how I do with him. I just had a big fight on Sunday too, against a woman coming to EWC soon called Anaquin Adams. She’s a good one too, I hurt her arm so I guess I left my mark on her?
She starts to chuckle a little but the sight before cuts the laughter off quickly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Que pasó?
She looks down the length of the bed and takes in all of the various visible injuries, taking a quick mental inventory as she does so.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This is being looked into from all angles, Mijo. ¡Se encontrarán los malparidos que hicieron esto!
She squeezes his hand again and sighs heavily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Please come back, Mijo. We all love you…
Bullet leans over and kisses his hand before releasing her grip on him and standing up.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I just wanted to say hi…
She nods as she steps back towards the door.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I love you, Mijo, I promise to come see you before I go to Tampa.
Bullet opens the door and steps from the room. She takes a look back and then closes the door quietly behind her. Nodding to herself, she turns and heads up the hallway towards the chapel. Reaching into her pocket, she readies the key and upon arrival, slips it quickly into the lock. She opens the door and steps into the dark chapel, barely taking the time to flip the light switch before closing the door behind her. Almost simultaneous with the lights coming to life, Bullet falls to her and starts sobbing uncontrollably.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Por qué?
She pounds the floor with her right fist as she remains on her knees, almost seeming to kiss the floor.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿POR QUÉ?
She grits her teeth, hoping no one heard her scream, outside the chapel’s walls. Forcing herself to sit up on her knees, the tears continue to roll down her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Por qué dejaste que esto sucediera?
She points back at the doorway.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Por qué él? ¿Qué te hizo alguna vez?
Looking up at the ceiling, Bullet’s hands both ball into tightly clenched fists, her entire body almost shaking.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Se suponía que eso era cómico? ¿Una broma o qué?
She pounds her fists onto her thighs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Que se supone que hagamos?
Biting her bottom lip, she tries to wipe away the tears even as more continue to stream out of her eyes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No entiendo…
Unable to stop herself, she bursts into a sobbing heap, weeping uncontrollably again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Lo lastimaron mucho…
Her hands pull back into fists again and she looks to the sky.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Ayúdalo!
She raises her hands up to the sky pleadingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Por favor ayudalo…
With no answer coming, her eyes close and she starts trembling, her hands slowly starting to come back down and yet seemingly hanging in the air still as if expecting something to stop them.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sé que no tienes que hacerme un catorce pero…
Her hands fall to her sides and she looks to the sky again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Por favor… ayudalo…
She spends the next fifteen minutes trying to get herself together, finally managing after what feels like years. She stands up, walks to the door and flips off the lights, letting herself out and locking the chapel door behind her. As she walks away, she pulls her phone from her pocket and hits the first number.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jack? I’ll be home in ten. Put me on speaker so Angel can hear too?
She pauses as her request is carried out.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Te amo. I’m coming home.
On-Camera
Wednesday, September 18, 2019
Warehouse Gym
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
9:11 PM CDT
The camera opens on Alex “Bullet” Carbajal a she stands near the wall under a black banner with the white Shilemaidens littering logo on it taking the tape off her fists after a training session. She drops the used tape into her bag before reaching down to pick up her kutte and putting it on over her black sports bra and black shorts.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Dame un minuto…
She finishes removing the tape from her hands and then grabs a bottle of water from the bag and downs half of it. Setting the bottle down, she turns to face the camera and nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So, Phoenix Winterborn…
She shrugs, smiling slightly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It’s funny to think they call this a feud between you and the Shieldmaidens despite the fact that there has never really been any hatred between us. Your partner, Stephanie, speaks quite highly of several of us. I’ve even seen her say she’d like to have a match some day just with Jack and I know she thinks highly of Sam.
Nodding quickly, Bullet stands firm.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And we think highly of you two as well. We have had many matches with you this year, some have gone our way, some have gone yours but the thing they all had in common was neither side had any give to it whatsoever! I know when I step into that ring with you, you’re going to come at me with everything you have, as hard and fast as you possibly can and you will go until simply cannot go any longer and you know I will do the same.
She balls her right hand into a fist and punches it into her open left hand.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We will knock the shit out of each other and show the world why they need to sit up and take notice of us! We will go out there and lay it all on the line and when we’re done, there is no question that we will have gotten their attention!
She pauses, looking away for a second.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But…
She raises a hand to slow down any response she might get.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Before we get to that I need to address something that has been discussed amongst us and that is this undercurrent of dissent that is attempting to worm its way into our clubhouse regarding Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton...
Raising her index finger, Bullet nods, looking like she wants to scream just a little at the very idea she’s about to speak out loud.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We have heard several of you try to tell her she doesn’t need us. That’s she good enough to stand on her own and she should ditch us and stop letting us hold her back.
Bullet starts to snicker mirthlessly to herself, shaking her head in disbelief.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Holding her back…
She grits her teeth and then glares into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sam IS good enough to stand on her. Sam does not need us. She has never needed us! Sam has always been her own woman and can stand with anyone in any company!
Her right hand balls into a fist so tightly it starts to tremble with anger.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sam stands with us because she chooses to! Sam chose to call us sisters and we choose to call her the same and I say the same thing for every active wrestler in our number no matter where they wrestle, be it Sam Hamilto , Jackie Layton, Sorsh Maguire, Zombie, Bruiser, Dona Rotten…
She sweeps her right hand down, opening it back up as she does so.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: None of them need the Shieldmaidens to be good or successful! Every one of them has been able to do it no matter what was thrown at them1 We all stand up and show you who we are every time we step into the ring and we will continue to do that because that is what the Shiledmaidens do!
She nods forcefully, pointing aggressively to her own chest.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I have been in the ring with Sam myself and we went toe to toe in a ladder match for a championship. We beat the living shit out of each other, nearly putting both of us on the shelf. I would still call it the greatest match I have ever personally been a part of and we talk about having a chapter two regularly. Last night, she and Sorsh went at it tooth and nail and showed everyone in attendance and everyone who watched the broadcast that we don’t go easy on each other! We give each other the same fight we give everyone else, the difference is that at the end we always emerge with an even stronger bond than we started with1 We have each other’s backs through anything and everything and I am proud to call each one of them mis llaves!
She nods, moving her pointer finger up to her Shieldmaidens patch on her kutte.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This means we have all committed ourselves to each other, to be there for each other in whatever way we need to be, to help us be better in the ring and outside it as people and if you can’t handle that, then you best get out of the way before you get run over!
She fires her right hand down, pointing an imaginary line in the sand on the concrete in front of her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We stand together and there is nothing any of you can do about it! So if you like it or not, get used to it because it’s never going to change!
Nodding furiously, Bullet glares back into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Phoenix, I will see you in the ring on Friday and we will show the world just how high we can fly! Hell is empty and the Maidens are here!
