Post by Bullet on Oct 19, 2019 7:57:46 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Tuesday, October 16, 2019
University Medical Center New Orleans
New Orleans, Louisiana
2:21 AM CDT
The halls were quiet and empty, just as they always were when you came to the hospital at almost half past two in the morning. Yet, even as she made her way down the halls, listening to her footfalls echo what seemed extra loud tonight, something just seemed off to Shieldmaidens President Alex “Bullet” Carbajal. It wasn’t like this was a strange or rare occurrence, she came often in between wrestling shows whether they were for EWC, Mile High Wrestling or Southern Rebellion Wrestling and yet, something seemed strange about this visit. Just as she passed the nurses station that was usually a hive of activity at night, Bullet glances over and notices there is non oem sitting there tonight.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Dónde están?
She continues on down the hall only for a familiar voice to call out just before she gets the door of her destination.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: ¡Para!
Bullet turns to face her cousin and Sergeant-At-Arms, frowning. Essentia “Essie” Carbajal was a nurse that worked some in the hospital but why would she be stopping her cousin tonight from making her usual appointed visit?
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Quiubo, Parce?
Essie nods to the door up the hallway.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Los Tombos están adentro. Si entras allí, te llevarán.
Bullet can’t believe her ears. Why would police officers be in the room of a coma patient at this hour? This was the whole reason she tended to visit now, because no one else would be here.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Es la verdad?
Essie nods and Bullet shakes her head in dismay.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Por qué?
Essie nods angrily at the door.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Porque los malparidos son pelotas! Piensan que sus atacantes lo están visitando.
Bullet turns and glares at the door.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Cada día?
Essie nods quickly.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Esta semana si.
Bullet shakes her head, visibly upset by this news.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa!
Bullet shakes her head before crossing her arms.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Y sus padres?
Essie ndos quickly, knowingly.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Visitan como desean.
Bullet inhales sharply and then shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Ya terminaste?
Essie considers the question and then nods.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Tengo una tabla más y luego estoy listo.
Bullet nods, glancing over at the door she will not be entering tonight.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Lo siento, mijo. Regresare pronto.
Essie nods and then embraces her cousin.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: No es tu culpa. Solo pelotas…
Bullet nods and then pats her cousin on the back.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Estaré junto a la puerta.
Essie ndos as Bullet turns and walks back in the direction she had come from, shaking her head the whole way out. Someone would pay for this, she just didn’t know who yet.
On-Camera
Wednesday, October 16, 2019
Warehouse Gym
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
12:45 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 Metallica t-shirt and her Shieldmaidens kutte.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So I get Kendrick Kross, a man that has been a champion multiple times here and will probably be one of those guys that is just a caremonda but we’re supposed to like and root for anyway because…
She shrugs, seemingly confused as she does so.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: there are some I understand. They have a certain swagger or they are just so entertaining being that caremonda, that, Dwayne Johnson, Floyd Mayweather and the like…
She smiles and shakes her head, almost laughing.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But you are not that! ¡Usted es solo un malparido caremonda! You are the kind that makes promises you cannot keep and then when you do not get anywhere close to it, claim you accomplished exactly what you said you would.
Bullet looks away, almost as if she really just wants to punch him right now.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So come on, tell me what so many have told me before. Tell me, I’m nothing. Tell me I’m not worthy to be here. Tell me I should never have gotten a contract or that I’m the weak link in the Maidens, especially since RJ handed me the gavel. Tell me there’s two of me, Alex and Bullet, and you really really want to meet Bullet but you’re afraid you will meet Alex and she’s a pushover and not worth your time!
She holds out her hand and nods to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Si, si, entiendo…
Her hand slowly falls away as she nods knowingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Sé que eres un campeón y no debería estar en el ring contigo!
Fiery determination starts to radiate from her eyes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Tell me you’re going to defeat me, that I’ll be nothing and it will be nothing because i am nothing and so are the rest of my sisters but then go further. Tell me you’re insulted by my presence. Tell me I disrespect you simply by breathing the same air as you and therefore that has to stop! Tell me I’m the fly in the ointment and you will smash the jar to get rid of me because you didn’t need the ointment anyway! Tell me you’ll smash me, thrash, crush me, destroy em and whatever other extreme hyperbolic form of death you can think of and then tell me you’ll end me, my career and my tenure here in EWC and on Friday Night Rampage because you’ll be doing everyone in this sport a favor by doing it.
She looks away, shaking her head in incredulous anger.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Dime…
She waves her hand dismissively, turning to face the camera again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Dime.
She nods demandingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡DIME!
Taking a step forward, Bullet glares hatefully into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Tell me, because I have heard all of that before and yet, I still draw breath and I still stand here in EWC. I will get into the ring with you, I will fight no matter what you throw at me and I will go on to Youngblood and you cannot stop me! I do not care who you think you are or what you think you will do, you will not send me out of here no matter how much some might want that and you will not stop me from showing the world that there are no weak links in the Shieldmaidens!
Pausing, she turns and holds her hand out, folded into the shape of a gun.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And I will show you…
She looks down her fingers as if using the sights on the gun.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: El infierno está vacío y las Maidens están aquí…
She nods and looks up.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Dios es una bala!
The camera cuts to black.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Bang!
Tuesday, October 16, 2019
University Medical Center New Orleans
New Orleans, Louisiana
2:21 AM CDT
The halls were quiet and empty, just as they always were when you came to the hospital at almost half past two in the morning. Yet, even as she made her way down the halls, listening to her footfalls echo what seemed extra loud tonight, something just seemed off to Shieldmaidens President Alex “Bullet” Carbajal. It wasn’t like this was a strange or rare occurrence, she came often in between wrestling shows whether they were for EWC, Mile High Wrestling or Southern Rebellion Wrestling and yet, something seemed strange about this visit. Just as she passed the nurses station that was usually a hive of activity at night, Bullet glances over and notices there is non oem sitting there tonight.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Dónde están?
She continues on down the hall only for a familiar voice to call out just before she gets the door of her destination.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: ¡Para!
Bullet turns to face her cousin and Sergeant-At-Arms, frowning. Essentia “Essie” Carbajal was a nurse that worked some in the hospital but why would she be stopping her cousin tonight from making her usual appointed visit?
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Quiubo, Parce?
Essie nods to the door up the hallway.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Los Tombos están adentro. Si entras allí, te llevarán.
Bullet can’t believe her ears. Why would police officers be in the room of a coma patient at this hour? This was the whole reason she tended to visit now, because no one else would be here.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Es la verdad?
Essie nods and Bullet shakes her head in dismay.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Por qué?
Essie nods angrily at the door.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Porque los malparidos son pelotas! Piensan que sus atacantes lo están visitando.
Bullet turns and glares at the door.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Cada día?
Essie nods quickly.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Esta semana si.
Bullet shakes her head, visibly upset by this news.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa!
Bullet shakes her head before crossing her arms.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Y sus padres?
Essie ndos quickly, knowingly.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Visitan como desean.
Bullet inhales sharply and then shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Ya terminaste?
Essie considers the question and then nods.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Tengo una tabla más y luego estoy listo.
Bullet nods, glancing over at the door she will not be entering tonight.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Lo siento, mijo. Regresare pronto.
Essie nods and then embraces her cousin.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: No es tu culpa. Solo pelotas…
Bullet nods and then pats her cousin on the back.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Estaré junto a la puerta.
Essie ndos as Bullet turns and walks back in the direction she had come from, shaking her head the whole way out. Someone would pay for this, she just didn’t know who yet.
On-Camera
Wednesday, October 16, 2019
Warehouse Gym
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
12:45 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 Metallica t-shirt and her Shieldmaidens kutte.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So I get Kendrick Kross, a man that has been a champion multiple times here and will probably be one of those guys that is just a caremonda but we’re supposed to like and root for anyway because…
She shrugs, seemingly confused as she does so.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: there are some I understand. They have a certain swagger or they are just so entertaining being that caremonda, that, Dwayne Johnson, Floyd Mayweather and the like…
She smiles and shakes her head, almost laughing.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But you are not that! ¡Usted es solo un malparido caremonda! You are the kind that makes promises you cannot keep and then when you do not get anywhere close to it, claim you accomplished exactly what you said you would.
Bullet looks away, almost as if she really just wants to punch him right now.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So come on, tell me what so many have told me before. Tell me, I’m nothing. Tell me I’m not worthy to be here. Tell me I should never have gotten a contract or that I’m the weak link in the Maidens, especially since RJ handed me the gavel. Tell me there’s two of me, Alex and Bullet, and you really really want to meet Bullet but you’re afraid you will meet Alex and she’s a pushover and not worth your time!
She holds out her hand and nods to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Si, si, entiendo…
Her hand slowly falls away as she nods knowingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Sé que eres un campeón y no debería estar en el ring contigo!
Fiery determination starts to radiate from her eyes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Tell me you’re going to defeat me, that I’ll be nothing and it will be nothing because i am nothing and so are the rest of my sisters but then go further. Tell me you’re insulted by my presence. Tell me I disrespect you simply by breathing the same air as you and therefore that has to stop! Tell me I’m the fly in the ointment and you will smash the jar to get rid of me because you didn’t need the ointment anyway! Tell me you’ll smash me, thrash, crush me, destroy em and whatever other extreme hyperbolic form of death you can think of and then tell me you’ll end me, my career and my tenure here in EWC and on Friday Night Rampage because you’ll be doing everyone in this sport a favor by doing it.
She looks away, shaking her head in incredulous anger.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Dime…
She waves her hand dismissively, turning to face the camera again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Dime.
She nods demandingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡DIME!
Taking a step forward, Bullet glares hatefully into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Tell me, because I have heard all of that before and yet, I still draw breath and I still stand here in EWC. I will get into the ring with you, I will fight no matter what you throw at me and I will go on to Youngblood and you cannot stop me! I do not care who you think you are or what you think you will do, you will not send me out of here no matter how much some might want that and you will not stop me from showing the world that there are no weak links in the Shieldmaidens!
Pausing, she turns and holds her hand out, folded into the shape of a gun.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And I will show you…
She looks down her fingers as if using the sights on the gun.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: El infierno está vacío y las Maidens están aquí…
She nods and looks up.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Dios es una bala!
The camera cuts to black.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Bang!
