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Post by Admin on Oct 14, 2019 9:43:48 GMT -6
 Tag Team Match
(Special Guest Referee: Ricky Stanton)
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal and Wendy "Zombie" Stevens vs Jansen Myrrh and Tyke IndexRoleplay Limit: ONE per handlerRoleplay Deadline: Sunday, October 27, 2019 @ 1AM Central |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2019 19:55:52 GMT -6
IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWING THROWDOWN
“Get me some ice, please,” Jansen asks as everyone enters the locker room after their beatdown on the show. Huruka helps Jansen to her chair and then moves to grab some ice. Muriko leans against the wall and crosses her arms over her chest while Maho pulls a water bottle out and twists off the cap and takes a hefty drink.
“Here,” Huruka says in Japanese handing the ice pack to Jansen, and then offers one to Maho who accepts.
They continue to speak Japanese as Jansen notes, “It wasn’t like we weren’t expecting that. They came at us hard, but we’re still standing. My question is why you two were untouched for the most part?” Jansen looks at the Ihari sisters.
They both shrug and Muriko adds, “I don’t know. You’d have to ask them. We were just as instrumental as everyone else on the last show when we took them down. Maybe we should have made sure they stayed down.”
Leah finally walks into the room, “Alright people now that I'm in the room can we speak English? We are in America after all." DTI just stare at Leah. "I'm just kidding. But still, can we speak English when I'm around? And can someone place this ice pack on my back?” Huruka walks over to help. “Where’s Emily?”
“Hospital,” Jansen says resuming in English this time. “Sorry, I didn’t see you back there.” Jansen catches her up and then adds, “I told Emily to go to the hospital. Bullet may have broken her nose, I couldn’t tell. I’m surprised she ended up out there at the end. She should have gone earlier, but she’s tougher than most give her credit for, I think.”
Maho adds in Japanese, “She’s going to be really good one day.”
Jansen turns to DTI, “I need you to get back out there and get another tag title shot.”
Muriko turns to her sister, “I have an idea. No problem,” she says, turning back to Jansen. “We will get it.”
Jansen looks over at Leah, “Take your pick. Both the Hardcore and the Throwdown championships are ripe for the picking, if you ask me. Hell, get them both. We need to start narrowing our targets. The broad approach didn’t work as well as I’d hoped.”
Leah nods. “I got you.” She then asks, “What about you?”
“I’m not done with Tyke Index or Skrabz. If he thinks he can just ignore what I did for him, I’m going to have to turn the lightbulb on for him myself. And that’s not to say I don’t think any of you can do it, but I’m the only one in the rankings that’s high enough for a shot. Plus, this has been my dream since I was a child. So, my goal is to be the first one to beat Skrabz for the Ultimate Championship.”
After a bit of translation, Muriko asks, “So what do we do until then?”
The room falls silent for a few moments and then Jansen speaks up, “We get ready for this Caged Turmoil match at Good Times 2.”
They all look at her like she’s crazy.
“Fine, Black Magic. Whatever. I’m thinking it’s going to have to be DTI, Leah, Emily and…” Jansen pauses and looks around the room. “Where’s Cain? Anyone seen Cain?”
MONDAY EVENING
It’s been a shit day. The Cain firing would have been okay, but the fact that it was an overdose that brought on the firing, that was some bull shit. Jansen had spent the day since the announcement trying to get in to see him, but without some sort of family related ID, they weren’t letting her near him. She finally had to give up and hope that he would reach out to her at some point.
Jansen had spent all day looking back on what she could have done differently to prevent this but deep down she knew that it was bound to happen at some point. She knew that Cain was high on getting another chance to dethrone Skrabz, just as she had and probably had one of them one the match, he’d have been just fine.
Jansen had a bad sense about her since the moment she realized that Cain hadn’t joined them in the locker room after the show.
Now she knew why.
As she got off on the lobby floor, she noticed there was a chapel right there and she was somehow drawn to it. She was quiet when she entered and she noticed it was empty. She walked over and took a spot right in the middle so she wasn’t too close to the front, nor too close to the back.
She wasn’t much of a church goer, if she were to be honest. Her folks made her go every Sunday when she was young, but as she hit the teenage years, they relented and didn’t make her go. So when she took a seat, she wasn’t really sure what to do, so she bowed her head and closed her eyes and just waited.
“Is there something I can help you pray for? Or someone?”
The voice startled her as her eyes popped open and she looked up and saw the priest there. Or maybe he was a pastor?
“I’m not sure, to be honest. Been a very long time since I have been to a place like this,” Jansen responded as she shrugged, finally ready to answer her question. “A friend of mine is here. Overdose. I can’t get in to see him but I’m not family. Just a… co-worker, I guess you’d say.”
The priest sat down next to her and nodded. “I see. That can be rough. Unfortunately, the hospital has to have rules to protect the patients, but it can certainly be disheartening, I suppose.”
“Yeah,” she responded, not sure what else to say.
“Any idea why he did it? The overdose?”
Jansen shook her head silently. Even this much later it was odd not feeling her hair brush against her cheek as she shook her head. Her hair was starting to come back, but far too slowly as far as she was concerned. Once it got long enough, she could add in extensions to make it longer, but.. She sighed as her mind wondered off topic and she finally l looked over at the minister, “He lost.” She wasn’t sure how best to explain pro wrestling to a man of God, but that was really the best answer she had if she had to pull one out of her ass. “He really isn’t used to losing.”
The pastor nodded his head, “I see. For those not used to being down, being down can be a very traumatic experience.”
Jansen shook her head again, “I don’t think that was it. From what I know of him, he had a pretty rough life so he was used to being down, I guess. It’s hard to explain and honestly, I am just guessing anyway. I don’t have any answers. I guess that’s why I came, hoping maybe to get some because I thought things were going really well.”
He is silent as he sits there with her, not adding anything.
“No words of wisdom? Scripture quotes to make it all better?” she asks.
He shakes his head, “Nope. I sometimes find that just sitting here in the quiet, the answer may just come. Not always, mind you, but sometimes. Sometimes there just isn’t an answer.”
Jansen nods her head as if understanding, but honestly she didn’t. Maybe one day, but today is not that day. Today she wanted answers and she wanted reasons.
Today, she was getting neither.
TUESDAY AFTERNOON
Locker rooms, hospitals and lawyers. What a week this has turned out to be. Jansen and Maho walked up to the office building and entered. They walked up to the booth in front and let the person there know who they were there to meet and was given instructions on how to get there.
The elevator ride was long. Fourteen floors up until the doors finally opened and they walked into a very plush suite. The first thing one couldn’t help but notice was the fancy logo that hung seemingly in mid air as you stepped off the elevator. There was a young lady at the desk so Jansen walked up and introduced herself and let her know who she was there to see and was directed to take a seat and someone would be with her shortly.
Maho and Jansen sat and waited and it was indeed ‘shortly’ when an older man walked up, “Jansen?” Jansen and Maho both stood and they all shook hands. “Follow me and let’s see what I can do for you.”
The man led them through a wasteland of cubicles filled with interns doing the bidding of the lawyers that had been there a few years or more. It was bustling and busy, but Jansen and Maho just ignored it and followed the seemingly more important man to his office. The walls were glass and his name was stenciled on the glass door. Fitting as one of his names was on the name of the company. The door closed behind them and he points to the chairs in front of his desk and then sat down behind his as Jansen and Maho took a seat.
“What is it that I can do for you?”
Jansen went through the history between herself and Tyke Index. She refrained from using the word ‘asshole’ which would normally come out of her mouth right before saying his name, but she at least attempted to keep this professional. She explained about having to bail him out, how he promised to do her a favor and how when she asked, he reneged on the deal and hasn’t even offered to return payment for the bail she paid. Though she did add that it wasn’t money that she wanted from him.
“What is it you do what?” he asks as he continued to take notes.
“I want the Ultimate Championship.”
The lawyer stopped scribing and looked from Jansen to Maho and then back to Jansen. “I beg your pardon?”
“I’m a professional wrestler. The goal of any wrestler is to be a champion.”
“And Mr. Index is a champion?”
“No.”
“I’m afraid I don’t understand, Miss Myrrh.”
“Tyke Index has an opportunity at the championship and I want it.”
“This is the favor you asked?”
“Not initially.”
“Again…”
“We were both involved in a match to determine who would challenge. I had asked him to step aside to make my chances better to win or he could assist me in winning.”
The lawyer had long since stopped writing down notes as he reached up and rubbed his temples. “This all seems very foreign to me.”
Jansen thinks for a moment and then nods, “Let’s say you and another of your buddies were up to get this office and a hefty raise.”
“Okay.”
Jansen nods, “You had helped your friend out of a jam and he owed you a favor.”
“Okay.”
“So you asked him to step aside to give you a better chance at gaining the new position and this wonderful office. Do you see?”
“I think I see, but the legal ramifications…”
“I have a written agreement to a favor.”
“You do?”
Jansen opens up her phone and scrolls down to where Tyke had certainly agreed to owing her a favor in exchange for getting him out of jail.
“I see. So if I am understanding you correctly, Mr. Index has an opportunity to become this champion…”
“Ultimate Champion”
“Right. Ultimate Champion and you want that opportunity and that is the favor you are asking?”
“Correct.”
“You have my retainer?”
Jansen reaches into her jacket pocket and pulls out an envelope and slides it across the desk.
“Let me do some research and I’ll have an answer for you in a couple weeks.”
“I need it no later than next Friday. I put a little extra in there.”
They all stand and more handshakes, “I’ll see what I can do for you, Miss Myrrh and I’ll get back to you before next Friday.”
Jansen looks at Maho and they both grin at each other. She looks back at the lawyer and nods, “Excellent.”
THURSDAY (PROMO - ON CAMERA)
Jansen has put back on her mask and is sitting in a chair at her place. Maho is standing against the wall, arms crossed over her chest with the most awesome case of resting bitch face there has ever been.
“So, let’s get this straight. I mean, I get it. Revenge and all, but still. When Coven made its presence felt, we didn’t cost anyone a shot at the championship. But, okay. I get it. We were expecting it and you delivered in spades. But, if we can quote the Shieldmaidens -- you didn’t get the job done. Cain is out, sure. That certainly fucked him up and seems like we’re down a member.”
Jansen tilts her head, “Or are we?”
“You see, Shieldmaidens. Since we debuted, you have continued to underestimate us. We knew you’d come back and we wanted that challenge. We wanted you hot. Angry. You brought it a little harder than we were expecting, and we paid for that. But, if you think for one moment that we are done, do me a favor and shake your heads a little so the rocks inside can be redistributed a little more evenly in there.”
Jansen slowly rises from her seat, “You see, Coven is not a short sighted, short winded project. Coven is looking at the bigger picture. We are looking at Black Magic. You want to know which members of Coven will be in Caged Turmoil? I can tell you at least two members who are dying to get two of you inside of a cage. DTI will certainly be two members of Coven in that match.”
“But what about Throwdown. A week from Sunday. A big tag team match pitting Bullet -- happy are you with what you did to Emily Falls? I figure you are. You had her beat, even delivered an extra elbow to her for good measure. Don’t worry, it’s all good. She’ll spend a couple of weeks recuperating and then be back for more. You see, Emily Falls is Coven through and through and if you think a few of those elbow shots are going to have her reconsider, then you’re dumber than you look.”
Jansen taps her chin with a finger, “And who is your partner? Well, by God, none of than the second coming of Cain herself, Zombie. I guess she figured that Solomon Cain took Ricky Stanton apart so he’s probably easy pickings now. Sounds about right. So, Bullet and Zombie. Taking on the team of myself and what other member of Coven? What? Doesn’t matter what you guess, you’d be wrong. You see, Daddy Mack didn’t give me a partner from Coven. He gave me that ingrate Tyke Index. Tyke Index, are you kidding me, Robert Mack?”
Jansen looks visibly angry now as she moves closer to the camera, “Tyke Index got lucky. He got lucky at the last Throwdown and if the Shieldmaidens hadn’t come in when they did, I would be the number one contender for Skrabz’ and his happy rapping ass. You may as well let me have the great laywering genius, A M V himself as a tag team partner than give me Tyke Index. That moron stumbled into a victory purely by accident on Throwdown and that idiot gets a damned title shot after he botched that last one so badly? I thought you wanted to gain viewers, Mack? The heck is wrong with you? He lost already! He couldn’t do what I can do and that is get the job done.”
“Tyke is tweeting about me staying out of his way. How about you do your damned job and wrestle. If our team beats the Shieldmaidens on Throwdown, it will be because of what I do, and nothing whatsoever with that Tyke can do because we all know that Tyke is about as worthless as an empty bag of Coke Mountain to him.”
“And if that wasn’t enough -- the only real thing I might have in my favor is that Mr. Mack in his almost celestial wisdom placed none other than “Pretty” Ricky Stanton as the special guest referee. First, any man who calls himself pretty and still uses the ‘he’ pronoun has issues in my book. He’s the type of guy who, if he had hair, would probably wear a man bun. But, that’s neither here nor there because after the last couple of weeks, including that Blind Royale special, which I saw by the way -- if anyone thinks that Ricky Stanton won’t take a cheap shot at Zombie -- c’mon. It’s like playing poker with a deck of 23 cards. Let’s get real.”
“So, maybe in the end it’ll come down to myself and Bullet. Tyke will be off trying to find Pokemon. C’mon people, you think those maps are running maps? Like Tyke Index runs more than his mouth. He’s out catching them all. So, he’ll be doing that, Stanton will be fighting Zombie and that leaves me with Bullet. Maybe things are completely hopeless. Ah, who am I kidding. Tyke as my partner, we’ve got no chance.”
“As for the Shieldmaidens, I will go ahead and concede victory already. With Tyke as my partner, there’s no way in hell we will win. But don’t think for one moment that I won’t fight you until my very last breath or until that referee’s hand slaps the mat for the third time. You might win, but I promise you it’s only another battle in this war. There will be plenty more battles before the war is actually won and I give you my word that the war will be won by Coven.”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2019 18:33:23 GMT -6
Zombie Compound, New Orleans
Friday October 18th, 2019
Early Morning
Off-Camera
"No."
"Come on."
"No!"
"Why not?"
The scene opens in the Zombie Compound, Wendy's trainer holding the punching bag as Wendy beats on it. Sitting on the bench beside her is Lexa, going over match history for both Jansen Myrrh and Tyke Index, Wendy's opponents for this coming ThrowDown. Lexa is becoming visibly angry, as Wendy returns her focus on the punching bag, really laying in the punches.
"Think about it, Wendy. You do realize this is exactly what Stanton wants, right? You to lay a hand on the official so he can disqualify you."
"He's screwed me over so many times lately. Tried messing with my head. Yeah I got a bit of revenge at his show, after he interfered and had me eliminated. You know damn well he'll bail after the bell, so I have to hit him early and often so he can't run."
Lexa puts her tablet down firmly on the bench, gets up, and puts herself between Wendy and the bag.
"Wendy Pellegrini, you listen to me right now! You're the number two person in Mile High right now, only behind Skrabz. You are the ThrowDown Champion. You're teaming with your sister against Jansen and Tyke, two people hellbent on taking you down a peg. You hit Stanton? They win, you get knocked down, and Ricky gets even more fuel to use against you. Yes, it might feel really damn good to punch the mook in the mouth, and yes, he deserves it. Big picture, you'll lose more if you do it."
Wendy steps back, snarling, and starts pulling the tape off her wrists and hands and tosses it aside. She walks to the bench and grabs her water bottle and drinks from it before launching the bottle across the gym.
"You… I know you're right. I have to keep the focus on building Bullet and I up instead of playing their games. They keep trying to get a divide between the Shieldmaidens. Sam's fucked off, needed to get away. Bruiser is on some suicide mission against Reaper. Psycho's got Space Lord. Bandit's probably scouting for Bullet. Knox has Banshee on lockdown with the way the Coven's been getting at us."
"So what does it help you attacking the referee?"
Wendy closes her eyes and inhaled slowly, trying to calm her nerves.
"Why do you think he put himself in this match, huh? I have a few theories. One, the Coven bought him off. Two, Tyke bought him off. Three, Ricky secretly loves the beatings I give him and has grown enamored with me. Or four, he really wants me injured before Black Magic because he knows he's getting punked the fuck out."
Lexa rolls her eyes and starts poking Wendy in the forehead.
"Wrong on all counts. He did it because he has luxury space right there. You're in a match against two great opponents and you're dialed in on Stanton. THAT'S why he's doing this. You're giving him exactly what he wants. Right now, he's winning the feud. You want to reverse that trend, forget his stupid ass and focus on what's more important. The match itself. Think about it this way. How bad will it suck for Ricky Stanton to have to count a pinfall or submission and have to raise your hand in victory? How much do you think it will anger him to have to admit you and Bullet were the better team in that match?"
Wendy rubs her forehead, Lexa's fingernail having left divets in her forehead.
"You do raise a good point. If I can't hurt him before the match, I can make it difficult for him during the match. Alright, fine, no beating on Stanton. Wait, did you just call me Wendy Pellegrini?”
Lexa leans forward and kisses her, then kisses her forehead seeing the marks she left.
“Just caught that, huh? I’ve thought about it, and J agreed, we’d be honored if you took my name.”
“Have I told you today I love you?”
Lexa taps her temple playfully, a smile on her face.
“I mean you might have, but I never get tired of hearing it. I fucking love yous.”
“I love you too. Hopefully they don’t mess up my face too much. Still can’t believe we’re getting married on the 2nd.”
“Invites are already sent out, my dress is ready, just a couple of alterations I think. Rings will be in this week as well. Wes really doing this!”
“My dress needs to be altered but they have it ready as well. Can’t wait to see us in them.”
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Zombie Compound, New Orleans
Saturday October 19th, 2019
Late Evening
On-Camera
After a day of reviewing matches, Wendy felt she was as ready as she could be. Footage from cameras in the Compound, we can see Wendy is wiping down her equipment and throwing the towels in the washing machine on-site. She gathers the water bottles laying around and sets them up in the dishwasher and sits on the steps of the practice ring. The camera view then switches to a close-up on Zombie’s face.
“So, before I get into talking about my specific opponents this week, let’s recap this Shieldmaidens vs Coven feud with a final tally just to put everything in perspective. The Coven thought over the span of a few days that they can build a stable that could take down a sisterhood. Sure, they got the first jump, congratulations. Some of us walked away with a few scratches and mist in the face, you got yourselves noticed. Following ThrowDown, you lose Emily Falls, and your eternal prophet gets fired. Though how the King of Coke Mountain doesn’t get fired for the same shit, I’ll never know.
I want to go on record and say this directly to you, Solomon. We’re not friends by any stretch of the imagination, and we even fight on different sides. However, being around addicts a lot of my life, it’s not a great place to be. I hope you do get the help you need, and make it back someday to be the pain in the ass in the ring we all know you can be.”
Wendy holds up a water bottle in salute and takes a drink from it.
“So where have I seen this before? Me standing across the ring from Jansen Myrrh and Tyke Index. Individually, 3-0 against Jansen, and 1-0 against Tyke. Now, if I’m to believe Jansen, I’m not facing the same woman as I did at Spectacular 2. And she’s right, I’m not. Really, if you want to look at it from a cellular level, none of us are the same people we were over a month ago. Stomach cells have changed almost four times since. Cervical cells about five times. Blood platelets and taste buds three times. And epidermal cells once. My name is Zombie Nye and this has been my TED talk.
Seriously, though, what kind of stupidity is saying you’re not the same person you were a month ago? I sure as fuck hope not. I would have assumed you’ve become a little smarter, a little stronger, a little better. I hope that for most people, none of which being you, Tyke or Ricky if I’m being honest. Personally, I’ll be happy when I’m done with this feud. Watching you speak and live in delusion has gotten old. You couldn’t beat me for the ThrowDown Title, what makes you think you would even have a shot against Skrabz? Here is the rub, Jansen, and it seems like the ONLY person who doesn’t realize it is you. You. Are. Not. Main. Event. Caliber. You’ve had a few big matches, mainly because of the opposition you were facing sharing the spotlight with you. You’ve been around the business too long as a midcarder, I don’t think you even realize you sabotage yourself. You talk big, but when it comes time to back up your words, you choke. You can’t take that next step.
Hell, you’ve already thrown THIS match away before it’s even begun. Why? The same woman who talks about overcoming obstacles, living for the challenge, and because you have Tyke as your partner, you’re now throwing in the towel? The hell happened to you, Samson?”
Wendy uses her fingers as scissors, and making the gesture of having her hair cut, smirking.
“You’re almost making me wish I WAS fighting the old Jansen Myrrh because this one’s turned into a big pussy.”
Wendy shakes her head disapprovingly.
“Speaking of big pussies, hello Tyke. You’re a hard one to pin down, I’ll give you that. I mean, how can anyone else get a handle on you when you don’t know yourself which way you’ll end up? I know you still don’t have any recollection of losing the Phoenix Title, and here you are about to take on the same guy again that knocked you even more stupid than you usually are.
And can we talk about this you joining the Shieldmaidens trash? You do realize it’s an all-female motorcycle club, right? All-female being the operative word here. Just because you were born like a Ken doll doesn’t make you a chick. Though, again, we’ve already established you’re a pussy. But, for the sake of being direct, and I’ll use small words so you understand. No, you cannot be a Shieldmaiden. I could MAYBE put a word in for you to join the Chrome Dragons, if only to be able to watch Joseph Hunter, Shonn Maguire, and Forge kick the shit out of you. I guess, to be honest, I don’t need to watch THEM do it, when Bullet and I are more than capable of doing it ourselves.”
Wendy remembers something, nods slowly and snaps her thumb across her fingers.
“Oh right, I forgot, I’m glad I remembered before you bore us with the details. Though, knowing you, we’ll get them anyways. You beat Bullet, blah blah blah. You’re a big shot because you pinned Cain to get a shot at Skrabz a second time, blah blah blah. Are you hoping for the day when I actually give you any ounce of respect? Here’s the two answers I’ll get. Your mouth will say no, but you’ll fool nobody. When, really, you have this obsession with me. You NEED me to validate you, to give some kind of worth to your pathetic life. Fact is, you put on this air of wanting to die, wanting this life of yours to end, but it’s all a cry for help. You and Cain both. While Cain I can be somewhat sympathetic, you? I can't bring myself to find the same sympathy. You don’t actually want to die, you want a hug and some reassurance that things will be okay. You’re a scared little man in a great big world. You’re also a complete and utter asshole and loser who’s burned the sympathies of everyone who’s ever known you.
Have you ever ACTUALLY experienced death, Tyke? Have you ever sat with somebody on the way out, checking their breath every few minutes until you realize they’re no longer moving? Ever tried to shake someone awake, only to feel their cold, lifeless skin, and it’s only in that moment you notice the blue lips? I doubt you have, Tyke because there are only two outcomes from that. You find an inner strength to be of assistance to their family or you put the barrel in your mouth and pull the trigger just as grief overwhelms you. That inner strength is only an emergency reservoir, and that eventually starts to go dry. Watching friends and family offer their condolences to that person’s loved one, while the one who sat with the recently deceased gets barely a word spoken to them, barely a recognition. THAT feeling is worse than death itself. That isolation can drive you mad.
Thing is, Tyke, looking at you, I see a fraud. Someone looking for attention. Bad news, Tyke, you have mine. You have Bullet's. Worse news, it's only for this match. After ThrowDown, you can go back to your pitiful existence, with your death sentence already signed by the Ultimate Champion.
But… but SHOULD the impossible happen, and you shock the world and somehow BEAT Skrabz? Well, you'll have my attention again because there's no way Mile High deserves an Ultimate Champion like you. Though, the reality is, you won't beat Skrabz, not will you beat Bullet and I.
I'm going to let you in on a little something, Tyke. That fourway. Did you ever wonder why I wasn't much of a factor in that match? It's simple really. I don't want the Ultimate Title right now. I don't need to take on, and take down, Skrabz right now because I take pride in defending my ThrowDown Title and raising the bar for this company. Long as Skrabz does his job, I have no need to rock the boat. Should YOU beat him, though? Then I will put my title aside and take yours, because I can."
Wendy flexes for the camera and smiles.
"Mile High is the Shieldmaidens house. The Coven will fall apart soon enough. The Toll Gang is gone. Cain's out of the way. And now the focus is on you. And I will drag you back to hell."
Wendy leans back, banging the back of her head on the ring post, pulling her hair out of her face.
"Ricky. Stanton. You had to put your nose into my business, didn't you? A real piece of work you are. I call you out, you put me through a table. I walk into your show to compete, you interfere knowing full-well I could have and should have won that battle royal. And now you're the referee in my match this week. You are pretty, Ricky, pretty damn stupid. See, I'm onto your plan, but I don't need your help. You want to make sure I keep my title and be just injured enough to give you an advantage to take it from me. I already made a promise that I won't lay a hand in you between the bells. Though, once the match is over, your ass is mine. And believe me or don't, but I will get a small piece of payback on you. Just enough to make you realize who you're dealing with. Nothing more.
I'll save the rest for Black Magic."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2019 8:28:13 GMT -6
Sunday 13th October
9pm
Talking Stick Resort Arena
Phoenix, Arizona
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV was laughing, I was giggling and I am sure fifteen or so metres away the brute New Nightmare Reaper was probably annihilating some spiders, big gigantic ones at that, so terrifying was the prospect about what we were going to unleash, I thought it best to wear two pairs of pants in case excitement got the better of me, don’t judge.
See, for weeks all I had heard about was how the Coven was here, for over a year how the Shieldmaidens were about to cause a riot and as I glanced at the monitor in my tiny little room at the sight of Alex ‘Bullet’ Carbajal remorsefully smashing the head of our dear former Barf Queen Emily Falls over and over and over and over and over and over again, I couldn’t help but think to myself how fun it would be to wind up Bullet.
A part of me wanted to make a grand entrance, take centre stage and ask Bullet if she was enjoying herself, enjoying making an absolute meal out of nothing, see tonight she had a ticket, the ticket, the front row ticket to what was about to happen. Not yet, though, but later, much later on when I would make history and defeat not one idiot, not two idiots but three. Three idiots swallowed whole at the Summit of Coke Mountain, Solomon Cain would never return.
As I resisted temptation and took three small steps back and glanced at the television screen I had been viewing these decrepit visions from, Emily Falls was getting weaker, quick, somebody save her. They wouldn’t though, nobody wanted to cross Bullet, not recently. Yet, the more I watched, the more I wanted her to come home and see me. She had so much to offer as she would offer up a plate of vile, grotesque mannerisms and serve them cold to Emily Falls, for a second I admired everything and anything that was taking place.
Why, though? What did Emily Falls ever do to Bullet? Is it Emily Falls’ fault that her father deserted her? Is it the fault of Falls that Bullet had failed to live up to all the expectations she had set last year, if someone asked the president of our fallen Shieldmaidens where she wanted to be in a years-time at this point last year, I wondered what her reply would have been. Genuinely, honestly, I would love to have seen how those lips smacked on top of each other and that ridiculously long tongue witted out her journey stop by stop, step by step.
See, Bullet was supposed to be the Mile High Ultimate Champion by now, Bullet was supposed to have been seen as the greatest Phoenix Champion of all time, her spirit and soul was supposed to have eclipsed the shadow of her former mentor Robi Jean Mitchell and created an evolution. Had she, though? I wanted to sit down with Alex and discuss in graphic details, try to palate just where the tasters disintegrated and her plans fell apart, I wanted to chat in full fervour about Alex and her failings. See, every time I looked at Bullet these days, even now on a screen where she was kicking the living shit out of an innocent child, I couldn’t help but notice a person without a validated stamp on a legitimate meaning, to elaborate, these days Bullet was going nowhere fast and it was eating her alive.
I blinked a few times to see if anything changed or rearranged, but no, Bullet was still in front of me standing tall over the head of a kid who was just trying to figure out why I her dad was ashamed of her. Suddenly as I thought about it more, it became crystal clear, this public mauling of Emily Falls was a damning indictment on the predicament of Alex, Alex was vulnerable and related more to Emily than she ever cared or wanted to. Deep down Alex was empathetic to the plight of Emily Falls; beneath the surface Alex wanted to ask Emily if she was suffering the same agile anxiety that she was, while Emily had failed her father, Alex had failed Robi Jean and the rest of the Shieldmaidens.
That on Sunday October 13th 2019 another stable, gang or way of life was even allowed to succeed or become competitive with the Shieldmaidens was a sharp and blunt knife to the back of every single life choice Alex and her Maidens had ever made, the Maidens were falling and falling fast, it didn’t matter anymore how many more stomps to the spine of Emily Falls were yet to occur, tonight Bullet could have murdered Falls and it wouldn’t have changed the facts or bigger picture. Alex ‘Bullet’ Carbajal had let down her team, it was on the watch of Alex that her Maiden sisters were suffering deaths in the family, it was at the watch of Alex that her brethren and tag team partner Zombie would fail to succeed in obtaining a Ultimate Championship opportunity later in the evening and it was on the watch of Alex that the Shieldmaidens were no longer the most feared force in Mile High Wrestling.
In less than an hour they wouldn’t even be the second most feared force anymore, they’d be floundering with the fishes in third, scratching the bronze of their consolation prize, oh how the mighty had fallen.
Sunday 13th October
10.30pm
Talking Stick Resort Arena
Phoenix, Arizona
I felt like I had been in the air for days or years but it had only been a handful of seconds, two at the most. Solomon Cain stood there with that big goofy smile on his face, certain that he had condemned me to hell, but he had failed, failed again. As I propelled from the Summit and took him back to Coke Mountain, he would soon rot there, rot there forever, it would turn out to be one of the last times we would ever see our lost child, I knew this entire time he had remained lost not found, despite the soundbytes coming from everyone else.
As I floated on the shoulders of the New Nightmare up the ramp, I showed him my ticket, the ticket I promised to rubber stamp en route to Black Magic. Reaper showed zero emotion, he never did, but that’s what I liked about Reaper, he was a listener, a keen one at that. As I moved towards the curtain I could see a perfect view, the birds-eye of what was going on below me, below Reaper and below Aloysius.
Coven was flirting with death just two weeks after proclaiming themselves the Kings and Queens of Mile High, they had raised their stakes so high just to allow them to flounder and disintegrate into a hazy squalor of a mess loitering over the Talking Stick arena, the stench ran for miles, there was a skunk in the room, almost a dozen skunks, some identifying as Shieldmaidens, some identifying as Coven, none of them pretty on the eye.
I wasn’t hanging around to watch the funeral of Solomon Cain, instead I headed straight for my rental car with Aloysius, we left Reaper in the building in case he felt like causing more mischief, let’s face it, he was good at that, the best in the business to be exact. There was someone, though, someone we had to meet, someone I hadn’t met in a long time. Maybe, I thought, maybe this time more good than bad would come from this meeting, for the first time ever there was a productive reason to meet this person and not a destructive one. AMV IV assured me I was making the right decision, I knew for the next couple of weeks I would need to make a handful of good decisions and even the odd flawless decision if I wanted to become Mile High Ultimate Champion.
October 26th 2019
The Esquire Tavern
San Antonio, Texas
6.45pm
This place had a smoky spicy aromatic fragrance rising through the air, the server brought me a refined old fashioned, I must say, it was probably the best old fashioned I had ever sipped on. I absolutely love Texas, our darling lone star State, but more so, I love the company. I mean, who wouldn’t? I’m sitting dressed to the 10s in a roof top bar with a guy wearing the sharpest suit in Texas in AMV IV and across the table sat a New Nightmare wearing a mask, I did advise Reaper to go for the more casual look but with Halloween being just a few days away I think people thought he was just enthusiastically buying into the gimmick.
I raised the Jansen Myrrh question, AMV IV didn’t seem bothered nor convinced by Jansen’s threats to absolve from appearing, we knew that even if she did there was a monster waiting to step in, a monster that the Shieldmaidens and also the Coven wanted no part of and who could blame them? Hell, I’m not sure I even wanted to stir the coco pops of Reaper, looking across the table at this monstrosity of a beast, I knew I had made one of those good decisions I kept talking about.
We had a contingency plan, one that followed on from our meeting last week, a meeting which went very well, there was bullet points that we raised and a whole area of grey that was covered, more shades of grey than we ever expected to have covered by this point. As a unit we were incredibly confident walking into Throw Down this week, we knew that while all the cards were firmly on the table from both the Coven and the Shieldmaidens, our cards will still held tightly and closely to our chest, the next move was ours and when the time was correct we would make the right move and so would he…
AMV IV also made a very interesting observation on the Shieldmaidens, Zombie and Bullet were fragile at the moment, over the past few weeks dumb and dumber had shown more and more glimpses of weakness. Problem for them is that they had always been weak but it had never been hung out to dry in such a public manner before, now that the secret was out they looked absolutely broken, desolate in their conviction and lacking any sort of the killer instinct they used to carry around so frequently. I couldn’t wait to expose them tomorrow, it was going to be beautiful, I would take a sip of my old fashioned with added fervour knowing that the next time I would be sipping on one of these would be in the aftermath of another victory against the Shieldmaidens.
I told AMV IV my thoughts on Bullet and her incident with Emily Falls, we would nod and agree that a year ago such an attack would have been below the president of the Shieldmaidens, she would have had been able to delegate that to another member, a member who was wanting to make a name for themselves, one of those prospects they kept going on and on and on about. Here’s the thing, though, these days it was Bullet who had to start making statements and she had to start making them quick, she had to start making them before the rest of her team lost complete faith in her and…
I dunno…
Maybe want to see life from the Summit. I mean, Zombie on the other hand seemed like someone who would be absolutely perfect with a view from the top, athletically astute and as AMV IV pointed out so poignantly, the past month and a half she had defeated my so called tag team partner Jansen Myrrh around 8755832 times. Yet, despite all that, there was a reason she wasn’t sitting at the table with us. Wendy wasn’t sitting at the table with us because she was sitting round a table with the Shieldmaidens right now, Wendy was sitting at a table with someone else who she knew she could do a better job than.
Wendy knew she could do a better job of leading the Shieldmaidens and it was eating her alive, it was keeping her awake at night more than ‘Pretty’ Ricky Stanton would ever be able to, her mind had been completely sideswiped and from here on in things would only get more mucky for the Shieldmaidens. I told AMV IV how difficult it must be for Wendy to sit at a table with Alex, having to sit there and listen to Alex talk about strategy and timing, when the truth is, time was something not on Bullets side anymore. Bullet was running out of excuses and soon she was going to run out of ‘Zombies’ to rely on as well. Wendy would be sick to her stomach and sick of Alex.
In the space of five months Zombie had went from the most spoken about break out star, at one point almost even condemning me to a life time with worms, to a forgotten cast member who could do nothing but watch on from the rubble of a broken announce table with the dull set tones Ray Hudson hovering over her like a hornets nest of misguided information as I rubber stamped my ticket to finally vanquish Skrabbly Skram Skrabby.
Speaking of Skrabzy bum, well actually no, we don’t talk of him. There was New Nightmare and a new vision which would ensure that soon nobody would ever talk about our dear Skrabal Stanzas ever again, he would have one more hour, one more hour of fame and then, then it would be over, over forever.
I laughed, AMV IV laughed and Reaper snorted. I could see boogers dripping from his nose as he slammed his glass to the ground and motioned for another old fashioned, barkeep don’t keep this man waiting, not if you want to ever serve another refreshment again…
God, this view from the summit was just fantastic.
Just then I could a vibration in the pallet of my pocket, I motioned to AMV IV with a wry smile before passing him the phone, it was who we were expecting…
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Post by Bullet on Oct 26, 2019 13:18:19 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Friday, October 25, 2019
University Medical Center New Orleans
New Orleans, Louisiana
8:01 AM CDT
Work…
Something pretty much everyone has to do and pretty much everyone hates. This morning, Shieldmaidens Sgt-At-Arms Essentia “Essie” Carbajal was parking her Harley Night Rod motorcycle as two fellow Maidens, her cousin, President Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, and Bullet’s girlfriend, Vice President Angelique “Angel” LeRoux sat near her on their bikes, having ridden with her as back-up.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Volverás a las tres?
Bullet and Angel both nod in unison.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Probablemente tendré a Jack conmigo.
Essie nods and then turns to head inside while Bullet and Angel fire up their bikes. They roll out, waving at Essie. Just as they turn the corner, a police car cuts in front of them with his lights on. Bullet and Angel stop as the two white male officers jump from the car, guns drawn.
Cop #1: Turn off the bikes and then stand up, hands where I can see them!
Cop #2: Do it! Do it now!
Visibly annoyed, Bullet and Angel both turn off their bikes and stand up, hands raised.The driver of the police car steps around the front of the car and moves in quickly behind the two Maidens.
Cop #1: Keys!
Angel glances back at him, her hands remaining up.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Ignitions.
The second officer walks over and gets his handcuffs out, putting his gun away. He moves in on Bullet and starts to cuff her hands behind her back.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: That half-nigger lookin’ wetback’s talkin’ back at us, is she?
The first cop moves in and cuffs Angel likewise and pushes her up against the car.
Cop #1: You a half breed like he thinks, Sweetheart?
Angel remains silent and the cop gives her a forearm shiver to the back that bounces her off his car.
Cop: I axed y’all a question! You got any coon in you? [/font]
Again, Angel remains silent and the officer puts the muzzle of his gun against her shoulder.
Cop: You fuckin’ deaf, Bitch? I axed y’all twice, I ain’t fuckin’ repeatedin’ myself again! [/font]
Angel takes a deep breath and nods slowly.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Yes.
The second officer shakes his head in seeming disbelief.
Cop #2: Now see, was that so hard?
He nudges Bullet with his gun.
Cop #2: What about you, you got any nigger in you or you just ride with one?
Bullet glares back at him and the officer laughs.
Cop #2: Oooh, look at this fuckin’ beaner, Du, bitch has an attitude on her, don’t she?
The driver nods, smirking cruelly.
Cop #1: Maybe she needs you to show her what her place is…
The second officer looks back at his partner as if something suddenly smells.
Cop #2: You’d actually stick your dick in that?
The driver shrugs, almost laughing with amusement at his partner’s visible discomfort.
Cop #1: It’s what they’re usually good for. Hell they might even be holdin’ if we got lucky and we’d be able to get wet and fucked up for the price of one!
The second man turns his gaze back to Bullet.
Cop #2: That true, you Mexi-cants… holdin’?
Bullet shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No soy mexicano.
The second officer gives her a forearm shiver to the kidneys.
Cop #2: Did I fuckin’ ask you for your fuckin’ life story?
The driver nods.
Cop #1: Where are you from then?
Bullet looks back at him, still glaring.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Medillín.
The second officer starts to nod.
Cop #2: So there might be snow here after all…
The driver looks from Bullet to Angel and then back Bullet before glancing in and checking their patches.
Cop #1: Ho-leee sheeeeit, Tread, we got us the Shiledmaidens President and Vice President here!
The second officer nods, now looking quite happy about the situation.
Cop #2: They fit the descriptions too, one beaner, one half-nigger, on bikes…
The driver nods knowingly, seemingly trying to emphasize a point.
Cop #1: Dykes… on bikes…
The second officer nods to Bullet, nudging her with the muzzle of his gun again.
Cop #2: That true, Picante? You a nigger lover?
Bullet looks to Angel and Angel shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I love her, yes.
The driver smirks while the second officer just shakes his head.
Cop #2: God, you’re even more filthy than I thought! And how does…
He nods between the two women.
Cop #2: Even work? What do y’all just… scissor or something? Or does one of y’all get one of them fake dicks and pretend to be a man for the other?
The driver snickers.
Cop #1: Hey, you think they ever been to one of them pride things with that fairy inside here that got his ass stomped good?
The second officer grits his teeth in anger.
Cop #2: That disgusting flamer got what he deserved and the only thing that was wrong with that is the job wasn’t finished!
Bullet starts to growl angrily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Malparido..
The second officer knees her in the gut and then brings his gun down across her face. Bullet falls to her knees, bleeding from her lip.
Cop #2: You shut the FUCK up and stay where I tell you or so help me, I will promote your half-nigger dyke bitch rug muncher here for free!
Angel leans over against the car, looking pleadingly down at Bullet.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Alé, please!
The driver nods his agreement.
Cop #1: Yeah, Alé, don’t try gettin’ froggy with Tread or he will erase your ass!
The second officer nods angrily.
Cop #2: Couple of light in the loafers trollops that I should…
Before he can finish his thought, the rumble of several other bikes can be heard, both officers glance back in time to see three more women on bikes turn a corner two blocks up, each wearing a kutte like the ones currently worn by Bullet and Angel.
Cop #1: Shit, I told you we needed to hurry this shit up!
The second officer nods and kicks Bullet before shoving her out of the way, unfuccing her and sliding back into the passenger seat of the car. The driver uncuffs Angel and starts to walk away when Angel punches him in the mouth. The driver is knocked off stride but manages to stay on his feet and hurry to his side of the car. He wipes the blood coming from his mouth away before he starts back into the car.
Cop #1: That’s gonna cost you one of these days, you dumb bitch!
He fires up the car and pulls away as Angel helps move Bullet away from the street. The other three bikers pull next to the two parked Harleys to reveal their fellow Shieldmaidens, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire and Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton. As they park, Bandit leaps off her bike.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Alé!
Banshee and Titaness both quickly follow suit, all three rushing to their president’s aid.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Alé, what happened?
Bullet waves a hand as she coughs and then checks to see how bad she is bleeding.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Estoy bien, estoy bien…
Bandit looks to Angel and Angel responds by nodding in the direction the police cruiser had traveled.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: We just had a traffic stop…
Bullet nods quickly, angrily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Ange punched the driver.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Begorra!
Bandit and Titaness both shake their heads.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: This doesn’t look like any traffic stop I’ve ever seen. They almost pit maneuvered you, at least from where they were parked, it looked like they did, anyway.
Bandit nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What was that?
Angel nods in that direction again.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Couple of racist assholes getting their jollies.
Bullet nods grimly as she stands back up, Angel, Bandit, Banshee and Titaness joining her in that posture.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We need to call a church for after when Essie finishes up here this afternoon. I’ll get Zombie and the prospect to ride with me. She’s expecting you to be there, Jack.
Angel puts her hand on Bullet’s shoulder.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: We need to take you to see Gata.
Banshee can’t nod fast enough.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Aye, tha bae th’ truth, Lass.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: For sure!
Bandit nods almost pleadingly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I agree with them, Alé.
Bullet sighs heavily and then nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Ok, I’ll go. Where were you going?
Bandit shakes her head.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I’ll reschedule, it’s not important. We’re not leaving you alone after this.
Bullet nods and bandit hugs her.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Thank you, Alé. I love you!
Angel leans over and hugs them both.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Yo también.
Sam nods, quickly scanning the area around them.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: We should go before they come back.
Bullet nods and the five women quickly mount their respective bikes, fire them up and ride off towards the Gata’s clinic to have Bullet checked out.
Off-Camera
Friday, October 25, 2019
Chapel
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
3:41 PM CDT
Bullet looks around the table and nods happily. This was the first full table she’d seen with all patches in attendance in what felt like forever. Between certain missions, wrestling schedules and out of town residences, the fifteen members of the charter always seemed to have one or two who could not physically attend the chapel meetings and would have to be broadcast in via an internet stream onto a monitor.
But not today…
Bullet looks down the right side of the table and sees in their proper seats, Vice President Angelique “Angel” LeRoux, Treasurer Jocelyn “Tibs” Thibault, Road Captain Becca “Bruiser” Maguire, and full patches Fianna “Fetch” Kenyon, Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton, Aerynn “Chaos” Maguire and Aoife “Banshee” Maguire. Down the left, she sees Sgt-At-Arms Essentia “Essie” Carbajal, Secretary Leonie “Queenie” Laveau, and full patches Wendy “Zombie” Stevens, Tanya “Crash” Christensen, Danya “Burn” Christensen, Jackie “Bandit” Layton and “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It is good to see you all here!
Smiling, Bullet extends her arms out as if inviting everyone for a group hug.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Mis hermanas! ¡Mis llaves! ¡Mi parche!
She points specifically to the two who tend to be missing the most in Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton and Aerynn “Chaos” Maguire and both smile back at her for the reception.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Now, the business that has brought us here is not as happy as just a reunion. We should be having a wonderful reunion given that Rynn is here and some of us get to wrestle up the street on Monday. Add to that an anniversary, children’s birthdays this week and then Zombie’s wedding next weekend…
A cheer goes up in the room as everyone else applauds the coming nuptials.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Like I say, we should be happy at all of this, but there was an incident this morning some of you have heard about.
She pauses and then swallows hard.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Just after dropping off Essie at University Medical Center, Angel and I were stopped by los tombos. Dos cerdos blancos…
Tibs and Queenie both just stare in shock, both afraid of where they know this story has to be going and yet hoping against hope that this isn’t the case. Seeing this, Bullet nods grimly again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sí, es lo que crees que es.
Zombie and Bruiser both glare angrily, their right hands balling into fists that pound the table, quickly joined by the fists of Chaos and Fetch in the same manner.
Wendy "Zombie" Stevens: Mother…
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Fucker!
Bullet nods to both of them understandingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Si… si… lo se…
She raises her hands to try and calm the assembled masses.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We need to use every resource at our disposal to figure out what this really was. This could have just been, as Angel called it this morning, two racist caremondas getting their jollies at our expense, but, we need to know that for certain before we go into any kind of retaliation mode.
Chaos just shakes her head.
Aerynn "Chaos" Maguire: How kin ye bae sayin’ tha, Alex? Ye bae knowin’ I’ve baen off on a mission tae kaep us all safe an’ haer ye are, havin’ thaese fuckin’...
Bullet nods even as others start to audibly agere with Chaos.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sí, pero…
She pauses, trailing off as she ponders exactly how to put this idea into words.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We need to know, first, if these two are even los tombos. If they are, we need to know everything there is to know on them including and especially who they could be working for. We need to know if this was two random racists going rogue or if this was set in motion by someone else. We need to know if this indicative of Marchand…
Bruiser’s teeth grind as she bristles at the mention of the name.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: If this is another law enforcement push, if this is the Devil’s Queens or CST, if this is somebody trying to muscle in on the cartel or...
She pauses to let all the possibilities properly sink in.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: If this is something that somebody like the Coven, Gabriel Ohio, Pretty Ricky Stanton or Tyke Index has pulled.
Angel nods quickly.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: We might also consider Katrina Mack after her reaction to what you did to Emily Falls.
Sam nods her agreement.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: We might want to try and eliminate Robert Mack from that list while we’re at it.
Bullet accepts all of these and then nods to Chaos.
Aerynn "Chaos" Maguire: Aye, I’ll look intae tings on me end as well.
Bullet nods approvingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Zombie, you need to check with your resources. Crash, Burn, if we need help with this, call Nikki Peltier and her Epsilon. This seems like stuff right up their alley.
She pauses and then takes in the whole room.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Everyone make whatever calls you can think of but do not push too hard if you find resistance. We need to hear of that as well. But most important, no one go looking for these two until we know who and what we are dealing with. There is to be no retaliation until we have traced this back to the head of whatever snake it is looking to bite us.
Zombie nods harshly.
Wendy "Zombie" Stevens: What happen we do find it?
Bullet smirks cruelly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Qué más?
The smirk increases in intensity.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We grab the snake and cut its fucking head off!
A cheer goes up from her fellow Maidens.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And then we take the body and chop it into pieces so no one gets the idea that this is just business as usual for us! An example will be made just as its been made with the likes of BCB and the Coven so far. Just like it was with the Pride and with Los Lobos Sangrientos! It is not open season on us…
To a person, every Maiden in the room knocks on the table and cheers in approval.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Everyone knows what to do?
The other Maidens nod and Bullet smiles at them all like a proud mother.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Que comience la preparación para la caza!
On-Camera
Saturday, October 26, 2019
Warehouse Gym
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
2:45 PM CDT
The camera opens on Alex “Bullet” Carbajal standing under the familiar black banner with the white Shieldmaidens lettering on it dressed in blue jeans, black Dope t-shirt that reads “Fuck The World and Fuck you too!” down the back and her Shieldmaidens kutte. Turning her back so the camera gets a full shot of her kutte, she slips the kutte down so it also gets a full shot of the back of the t-shirt.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It would seem appropriate for a message right now.
She nods to the wall and pulls her kutte back up over the shirt.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This weekend should be the start of a great week for us. We start with matches on Sunday for Mile High where Zombie and I team up against Tyke Index and Jansen Myrrh with Pretty Ricky Stanton as a guest referee because..
She shrugs, still facing away from the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Por qué no?
She shakes her head some more, visibly agitated.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Then we’d come back home for the EWC pay-per-view on Monday followed by a birthday party for Zenna Zdunich. Tuesday we would go to Albany, Georgia where Sam has a big title defense against Zenna’s sister-in-law and Jack and I have a ladder match title defense against La Rebelion. Thursday sees our sister Chaos’s wedding anniversary and the fourth birthday for her and El Martillo’s twins and we would finish it off with Zombie and Lexa’s wedding a week from now. Mixed in there I’m sure are a few other matches like Zombie’s first back in Southern Rebellion Wrestling since its changeover from Galactic and I’m sure I am forgetting something else…
She slowly turns around to face the camera, glaring angrily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But that was before I had to listen to los tombos tell me and my VP that we were less than because of things that are simply inherent to us and it reminded me of why I really want to take this elbow
She holds up her right arm and starts rubbing the elbow.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And knock each and every one of you that is to stand against us out cold with it!
She swings it forward as if throwing her patented elbow smash and blasts it into her own left hand.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I do not know who had something to do with it and, for the moment, I do not care if you, Jansen, or you, Tyke, or even Zombie’s personal favorite in Pretty Ricky, had anything to do with it. All three of you decided to pick a fight with us whether it was this way or not and I am damn tired of listening to all of you caremondas carry on as if we have not been holding this place together almost since day one!
She glares into the camera pointing accusingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: All three of you have looked at us time and time again and dismissed us as nothing and what has it really gotten you?
Her hand falls back out of the shot.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Pretty Ricky’s getting into the ring with Zombie at Black Magic and probably really hoping none of us get any crazy ideas involving his car and a big bucket of red M&M’s even though I think that kind of car deserves even more special treatment…
A small smirk comes over her face before the anger practically explodes from her eyes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And, yes, culicagado, after what you did to our bikes back at your hotel in Denver and all the shit you talk for no real reason considering how many different shows you could get out of us for your network if you’d just stop trying to act like every time you walk into the room your dick has already been there for an hour when, in reality, we probably need the kind of microscope you use to look for DNA to find the damn thing and that is if it even exists in the first place!
She pauses, looking disgusted at having caused herself to even think about this in the first place.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Considering how many steroids it would appear you do, I’d be shocked if whatever you have that passes for one of those even functions.
He waves her hand to indicate somebody else in front of her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It’s like Tyke, who in between bouts of, “hm, should I be the asshole or should I be somebody else because, fuck it, I have no idea who I really am but it feels like I should stay a malparido,” seems to snort so much cocaine that his monda probably hasn’t worked in years and it explains why he used to beg to hang out with Solomon Cain so much since commiseration of the miserable was about all either one of them could hope for!
He hand shoots out to stop any response that might be coming.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And shut up, Jansen, no I’m not sorry you’ve lost that ability yourself since commiserating with Cain was all about your cueball ass has either. How you’ve conned Leah, Emily and DTI into sticking around without your biggest gun being around anymore is so beyond me that I wonder aloud if you’ve all jumped into the slopes of coke mountain yourselves just to try and convince yourselves that jumping on us was a really good idea!
Bullet moves in closer, pointing slowly at the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You saw right off when Solomon still didn’t get any off of Sam and plunged his unhappy ass clean off the edge into oblivion, Emily Falls had to miss a match a week later, and you’re still hiding what Zombie did to you that what happened with Skrabz’s bitchboys was no fluke! ¡No molestarás a las Shieldmaidens será la totalidad de la ley!
She moves even closer, looking more and more angry as she gets closer and closer.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: For you pelotas who cannot be bothered to even look up a translation, it’s simple.
She moves in so close the shot is basically framing her rampaging face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Thou shalt not FUCK with the Shieldmaidens!
She shoves back the camera falling over.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Zombie and I are going to make you all wish you’d never chosen to test that theory…
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