DateSeptember 30th, 2019
LocationShieldmaidens Clubhouse in New Orleans, LA
Time9:41AM
The scene opens just as one of the church sessions that the Shieldmaidens have when regarding any important matters has ended. This one was to basically allow any of the Maidens to air any grievances they may have with one another as they’re set to go to war with the recently revealed group in Mile High Wrestling known as the Coven, who brutalized and humiliated the Shieldmaidens to end the show.
The only ones left to leave are Becca “Bruiser” Maguire, her wife “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, Jackie “Bandit” Layton and their President, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal. As Bullet rises to her feet, Bruiser makes her way over to her and folds her heavily tattooed arms across her chest.BruiserAny word on what we’re gonna be doin’ about Vito?
Bullet inhales sharply, visibly distressed by this question.
BulletHe’s not in a position to be taken yet. We need patience.
Bruiser’s arms drop and both Psycho and Bandit prepare for the inevitable explosion that’s about to happen.
BruiserPatience?! The fuck we need to wait for?! The fuckin’ bastard scared my sister to suicide for fuck’s sake!
BulletBecause if you go in hot now, the only one to get burned will be you. We need patience to get better intel, to plan things out and to execute that plan.
The woman throws up her arms, turning to Bandit and her wife before placing her hands on her hips and shaking her head.
BruiserWhat do ya’ll say? I’ve been patient enough as it is! So fuckin’ what if this guy is the top guy, I’ve already put his two lackies in the fuckin’ hospital already!
Bandit nods.
BanditThat’s why you need patience right now, Bex. He’ll know you’re coming. He’ll have fortified things. He might not even leave his fortress.
Psycho nods her agreement.
PsychoAye, tha bae true, Lass. This one isna a gammy gowl tha way.
Bruiser let’s out an aggravated sigh, she knows her sisters and wife are right, but she doesn’t like it one bit.
BruiserFine.
Suddenly, Metallica’s St. Anger begins to blare from Bruiser’s pocket and she removes her phone to find the caller ID reads “Unknown”. Glancing quizzically at all three of the women with her, she then answers the call and places the phone to her ear.
BruiserAye?
Unknown Caller
Is this Bruiser?
BruiserWho’s fuckin’ askin’?
Unknown Caller
Someone who she has been looking for. My name is Vito.
Bruiser’s free hand clenches up into a ball.
BruiserHow the fuck did ya’ll get my number?
VitoI have my ways, just like you Shieldmaidens have your ways of tracking down my men. You did quite the number on them, I’m impressed.
BruiserAye? Well soon enough, ya’ll will be sufferin’ the same fuckin’ fate.
Vito chuckles softly as Bruiser once again glances to all three women in the room with her who also glance back and forth at each other.
VitoI doubt it. But there is a reason why I called. I have some important information to tell you about what happened to your sister, Allie.
BruiserI fuckin’ know what happened to her. Ya’ll fuckin’ drove her to suicide!
VitoOn the contrary. Meet me at my place, I shall text you the details. Come alone and I will tell you everything.
And with that, Vito hangs up as Bruiser stares at her phone with a mixture of anger and confusion on her face.
BanditSo?
BruiserIt was Vito. He said he has somethin’ to tell me about what happened to Allie. Wants me to meet him alone at his place.
Bullet¡Hijueputa! Nobody goes alone!
BruiserYeah, I know the rule, Ale… but what if he refuses to tell me this info coz a bunch o’ the other Maidens are there? If what we believe happened to Allie ain’t the truth, I need to fuckin’ know.
Reaching around her back, she pulls out her handgun and checks that the magazine is full before pointing to it.
BruiserPlus, I got this if thin’s go south.
BulletSo you want to take the chance that you walk into a trap on the chance that this caremonda is not lying out his ass right now?
Replacing the gun back where she got it from, Bruiser folds her arms and nods.
BruiserAye, lass. I ain’t expectin’ ya to understand… but I need to do this.
Psycho takes hold of her wife’s arm.
PsychoThis bae a bad idea, Bex…
Bruiser glances down to the floor briefly before looking back up into her wife’s eyes, placing a hand on her cheek.
BruiserI need to do this, lass. I promise ya that I’ll be back. Please… just… trust me.
She glances to Bandit and then looks back over to Bullet.
BruiserAll o’ ya… please just trust me.
Bandit and Psycho look to Bullet and the Colombian woman sighs, closing her eyes.
Bullet¿Estas seguro?
BruiserAye, lass.
Bullet opens her eyes and nods.
Bullet¡Abrasé!
Bruiser nods, a look of guilt on her face as she realises she’s upset her President. As she passes her wife, she gives her a kiss on the cheek and then leaves the clubhouse as the scene fades.
DateSeptember 30th, 2019
LocationVito’s Penthouse in New Orleans, LA
Time11:43AM
The scene re-opens as Bruiser enters the building that is supposed to be Vito’s penthouse, she glances around the large place at all the fancy decor which includes a large statue of what she guesses must be Vito himself.
BruiserHe’s sure over-compensatin’ for somethin’.
Making her way up the large staircase that is fitted with a red carpet and dark mahogany railings, once she reaches the top, she’s greeted by a large set of double doors that has “Vito Valasquez” engraved on a golden plaque above said doors.
BruiserAye, he’s definitely over-compensatin’ for somethin’.
Grabbing the handles with both hands, she swiftly opens the doors and enters Vito’s office to find him sitting at a dark mahogany desk in a large plush red chair. The man is stocky, with short dark hair with hints of grey and wearing a grey suit.
VitoSo you’re Bruiser… I trust that you came alone as I requested?
Bruiser nods.
BruiserAye, despite the fact my President and wife weren’t happy about it, nobody is here except me.
Leaning forward, he clasps his hands together.
VitoAre you armed?
Reaching around behind her back, she pulls her handgun out from down the back of her denim jeans and shows it to Vito. The man chuckles as he stands to his feet and also removes a handgun from the inside of his suit jacket.
VitoSeems as though we both have trust issues.
He places the gun down onto his desk and makes his way over to a side table where a few glasses and a decanter of whiskey is situated.
VitoI’ll allow you to keep your gun… as a gesture of trust and good faith. Care for a glass of whiskey?
BruiserI’m more a beer drinker.
Vito nods and smiles before he pours himself a glass and makes his way back over to his desk. Sitting on the edge of it, he knocks it back and places the empty glass down beside him.
VitoIt’s good stuff… you’re missing out.
Bruiser has had enough of the stalling and points her gun at the man she’s standing in front of.
BruiserEnough o’ this bull shit! Ya’ll said ya had some information about what happened to my sister, aye? So spill it!
Vito raises his hands in defense.
VitoRelax, Bruiser. I understand you’re angry and upset, I will tell you what I know once you have put your gun away.
After a few moments, Bruiser finally obliges and places her gun back where she got it from and then folds her arms.
BruiserAlright, I’m listenin’.
The man makes his way back around to his chair and re-takes his seat behind his desk and leans forward, resting his arms down in front of him.
VitoA few days before your sister’s demise, I was visited by a man who seemed to know a lot about you and your sister.
Bruiser raises an eyebrow.
VitoHe told me that his name was Marchand.
Now Bruiser’s eyes go wide.
VitoI judge from that reaction you are familiar with him. He said he had a lot of dirt on me and that if I helped him find your sister, that he would turn a blind eye. Then a few days later, your sister winds up dead. Doesn’t that seem rather coincidental to you?
BruiserThe police report said she killed herself… one o’ my Maiden sisters found her hangin’ at her place.
VitoYes… but the officer in charge of the investigation and who filed the report was Marchand. We both know he’s a crooked cop, and since he was asking me to help him find her… do you see where I’m going with this?
Bruiser’s eyes begin to well up as she runs her hands through her long dirty blonde hair.
BruiserSo ya’ll are tellin’ me that the bastard found my sister, killed her and made it look like fuckin’ suicide?
VitoNot exactly. Marchand is smart, and even though he could have easily falsified the police report, there would have still been evidence showing that she didn’t commit suicide. My guess is he forced her to do it by gunpoint.
BruiserAnd how do I know ya’ll ain’t just makin’ all this shit up to save your own ass?
VitoBecause see, despite how Bianchi and JoJo may have carried themselves, I actually value my clients. So after Marchand came to see me, I sent them out to follow him. Needless to say, because they didn’t care about your sister, it wasn’t before I ended them myself that they finally told me that they saw Marchand arrive at your her door, she let him in because of course she would, he’s a cop, and then an hour later, he left with no sign of Allie. Next thing they knew, they saw you, your wife, your wife’s brother and another woman arrive at the scene.
BruiserIf ya’ll value your clients, why the fuck did ya’ll tell Marchand where he could find my sister?
VitoBecause I thought he was going to try and help her, and I thought that since she was one of my clients that he was going to try and get her to rat us out, so he could get concrete solid proof on how I conduct business.
Bruiser storms up to Vito, pulling her gun out again and points it right at his head, the end of it almost touching his forehead.
BruiserI swear… if ya’ll are fuckin’ lyin’ to me about this… I’ll blow ya fuckin’ brains all over this room!
Vito doesn’t even flinch at the sight of the gun pointing right at him.
VitoCome on, Bruiser. You’re a smart woman… you know I’m telling you the truth. Marchand knew that with Allie dead, that you’d come after me and kill me, then he’d have more than enough proof to take you and your Shieldmaiden sisters down once and for all. You pull that trigger, and he wins.
After a few moments, Bruiser sighs and lowers her weapon before putting it away.
BruiserI’m gonna kill that fuckin’ bastard!
Bruiser then turns on her heel and leaves Vito’s office and makes her way down the stairs and then out of the building. As soon as she leaves, she pulls her cell phone out from her pocket and goes into her contacts until she finds Bullet and hits the call button before placing it to her ear. After a few rings, the call is answered.
Bullet¿Bueno?
BruiserIt was Marchand. It was fuckin’ Marchand!
BulletAre you still there?
BruiserYeah… I’m just outside the penthouse. I can’t fuckin’ believe that bastard did this!
BulletWhat do you need?
BruiserOther than Marchand six feet under? Nothing. I’m headin’ back to the clubhouse now, just wanted to let ya’ll know what I was told. And… I’m sorry for comin’ here alone, Ale.
BulletYour wife, Jack, Essie and the prospect are across the street. We trusted you, not him. Sorsh should text you any second now to meet up to ride back together. We’ve got you, Parcera.
The news brings a small smirk to Bruiser’s lips.
BruiserAlright. See ya shortly, lass.
And with that, Bruiser hangs up the phone just as Psycho’s text comes through and she begins to make her way to where she’s meeting them while she texts her back as the scene fades.
DateOctober 2nd, 2019
LocationMaguire Residence in New Orleans, LA
Time9:04PM
The scene re-opens to an empty chair sitting in front of the camera with a small table in between. The sound of a bottle cap being removed from a glass bottle can be heard and a few moments later, Bruiser appears on camera with a bottle of beer in her hand as she sits down on the chair. Taking a swig of the beer, she slams the bottle down onto the table in front of her and glares into the camera.
BruiserSo now the world o’ Mile High Wrestlin’ finally knows the identity o’ The Coven… and ya’ll did quite the fuckin’ number on us Shieldmaidens, didn’t ya?
She nods, snarling.
BruiserAye. I bet ya’ll think that ya so fuckin’ clever? Ya’ll managed to do what no-one else in Mile High has been able to do… and that’s leave the Shieldmaidens layin’.
Scoffing, she shakes her head and takes another drink of her beer.
BruiserYa’ll made a big mistake messin’ with us… but the biggest fuckin’ mistake ya made was not finishin’ the damn job! We’re all still here… still standin’... and we’re all gunnin’ for ya. We’re gonna make ya’ll fuckin’ wish ya had never been born once we’re done with ya’ll.
Bruiser leans back in the chair and folds her arms across her chest, still glaring into the camera.
BruiserThe biggest fuckin’ disappointment o’ this whole mess was the fact that ya’ll sided with these fuckers, Leah. I remember my debut here, how I was lookin’ for a fight against ya and ya’ll gave me a war. I had a shit ton o’ fun in that match, and I felt honored to have gotten a victory over someone that was a proven star here, someone that I respected.
Having another swig from her drink, she shakes her head again.
BruiserHell, we all fuckin’ respected ya… we were even considerin’ askin’ ya’ll if ya wanted to join us and become a Shieldmaiden. But then ya’ll went ahead and sold out… joined a group o’ fuckin’ misfits… and for what? Jealousy? Glory?
She chuckles a little.
BruiserQuite frankly, I couldn’t give a fuck why ya’ll did it… all I care about now is makin’ ya’ll suffer at my hands! I’m gonna enjoy kickin’ ya’lls teeth down ya fuckin’ throat! I’m gonna enjoy givin’ ya’ll the biggest beatin’ ya can possibly imagine!
Leaning forward again, she cracks her knuckles and smirks.
BruiserWhen we did battle first time around, I went out there to put on a match to get myself noticed against a formidable opponent. But this time? At ThrowDown Episode 24? I ain’t just goin’ out there to get another victory over ya’ll, naw. Forget about ya’ll cruisin’ for a bruisin’, lass. I’m goin’ out there to make ya’ll scream in agony! To cry out in pain! I’m comin’ to break ya’lls fuckin’ bones! To make ya’ll bleed like the pathetic little bitch ya’ll are!
Bruiser now downs the remaining contents of her beer and once again slams the bottle down onto the table.
BruiserYa’ll wanted a fuckin’ war? Well ya’ll got one!
Standing to her feet, she then climbs over the table and then slams the palm of her hand into the camera, ending the scene abruptly. 
