Post by Bullet on Oct 26, 2019 7:25:16 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Wednesday, October 23, 2019
University Medical Center New Orleans
New Orleans, Louisiana
2:10 AM CDT
It had been a month now and the victim was still seemingly in the exact same condition he had been in when the incident had first happened. But even with him being immobile, the police were still taking no chances. The rule about visitors was still standing and that meant that if Shieldmaidens President Alex “Bullet” Carbajal wanted to able to see him, she had to rely on her cousin and older sister, medical professionals with privileges in the hospital, to give her the sign that it was ok to give it a try.
On this night, as she walks into the hospital building and turns the corner, she finds both of them standing in front of the room seemingly having a conference. As Bullet approaches, her sister, Dr. Catalina “Gata Negra” Carbajal nods to her and ends her conversation with their cousin, nurse and Shieldmaidens Sgt.-At-Arms Essentia “Essie” Carbajal. Gata holds out her hand and Bullet taps it lovingly as her elder sister takes her leave. It had been agreed upon by all three involved that they should not be seen together in the hospital lest it lead to uncomfortable questions with the police.
With Gata gone, Bullet nods to Essie.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Los tombos?
Essie turns her head, nodding up the hallway.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Están en esa habitación echando agua al mar.
Bullet frowns heavily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Por qué?
Essie sighs in exasperation.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: No se…
She shrugs with emphasis.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: ¿Porque son pelotas?
Bullet resists the urge to laugh, somehow managing to simply nod her agreement with this assessment of the police in general.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Conocemos alguno de ellos?
Essie nods slowly, almost grimly.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: El líder que no conocemos pero el que tiene el humor de perros es Nestor Vargas.
Bullet nods. Nestor Vargas was a name she had not heard in a long time, seemingly another lifetime ago at this stage. His name had been thrown around the cartel’s membership for a time when he was still a teenager but a youthful indiscretion at school had caused him to be sent to a police-sponsored deferment program and his record was never marred with any kind of mark. It made sense that he was now one of them.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Cómo se llama el líder?
Essie glances back up the hall again and nods quickly.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Detective Antoine LeBeauf. Esta hecho un ají si olvidas de decir su rango.
Bullet nods slowly, knowingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Me quedé de piedra...
Essie nods quickly.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Deberías tener unos minutos...
Bullet nods and then hugs her cousin.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Gracias, Essie.
Essie returns the embrace and steps away as Bullet heads into the room. The victim was just as she remembered him, lying in a bed hooked up to more tubes than she had ever seen at one time. 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?
Once again, 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. This was how all of these visits had gone, Bullet sitting, holding his hand and hoping above hope for a miracle to occur. Even now, knowing that most of the doctors were not optimistic, Bullet can’t help but hope beyond hope for something she’s been told with increasing frequency is unlikely. 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: I wish I knew who did this to you. Los tombos would not be here at all times stupidly waiting for the perps to come back to finish the job as if this was a professional hit. They should know by now with the Dragons and the Maidens around, no one is coming near you that is not family, especially not with Essie and Gata here watching over you personally.
Her head droops down, shaking back and forth even as she maintains her grip on his hand.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Pelotas! ¡Todos!
She glances back at the door, anger making her face look like a stormcloud ready to erupt.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Si no se paran, se voy a cascar!
She moves her gaze back to him, trying with all of her might to force herself to smile for his benefit.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Necesitan una zapatería!
Leaning down, Bullet kisses his hand.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I love you, Mijo…
Suddenly, she feels pressure on her hand and her head raises up. She glances back at the door and then quickly looks back to their hands.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Mijo? ¿Eres tu?
Before she can say another word, the door opens and Essie enters the room.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: ¡Ábrase! ¡Ya vienen los tombos!
Bullet nods to the victim’s hand.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Me agarró! He squeezed...
Essie stares at their hands and her eyes go wide.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: ¡Mierda! ¡Necesitas abrir!
Bullet nods and then kisses his hand again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sé que estás ahí, Mijo…
She releases her grip and pulls away as essie opens the door. Essie glances out and then nods. Bullet nods gratefully in return and then slips out, quickly making her way up the hallway in the opposite direction just in time to miss the other room’s door opening, the four officers inside stepping out into the hallway themselves.
On-Camera
Wednesday, October 23, 2019
Warehouse Gym
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
6:45 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 Juanes t-shirt and her Shieldmaidens kutte. She shrugs at the camera, looking almost amused.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Entonces…
Nodding slowly, she smirks almost playfully.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: An Irishman, two Japanese and a Colombian walk into a bar…
Snickering to herself, she raises her right hand slightly and waves it quickly at the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Stop me if you have heard this one before….
Pausing again, Bullet
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Wes Walker is a good man and I am pleased to see him doing well in FSW. He reminds me of my sister as she is a doctor and cares more about underserved than she does anything else. Azumi Goto is a good woman and the fact that she has Stephanie Matsuda’s respect speaks even more highly of her than almost anything else could. It is good to see someone like her on Monday Night Brawl.
Looking down at her feet, Bullet reaches up to brush her long black hair out of her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And if it was only the three of us representing such EWC brands, FSW, Brawl and Rampage, I would look forward to this match as a wonderful showcase of talent…
She moves her gaze back to the camera and sighs heavily, a slight tinge of resentment finding its way into her voice.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But then they had to go and add that arrogant caremonda Killjoy Ito to this match for Prime and I…
She shakes her head, looking almost sad at the thought of adding him to the mix.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sometimes I have to look at you Ito and I wonder, are you really the caremonda Tommy Love makes you sound like or are you simply ignorant to what that culicagado is saying and doing because you trust him to have your best interests at heart while he talks you into battles that need not be what they are made into?
Exasperation starts to build.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: With Wes Walker and Azumi Goto, I know it will be a difficult match but a fair fight. We would all enjoy walking to the ring in my adopted hometown and I would show them all how a Shieldmaiden throws a party here at home!
A low rumbler emanates from deep inside her, the anger and resentment growing with every passing second.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But Ito and Love means we all have to be vigilant because they would spoil the party. In fact, they would have us all believe the party is all for them and that Wes, Azumi and I are nothing window dressing added for his personal glorification!
Her right hand shoots up and her index finger extends in order to poke herself angrily in the chest.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I am not here just to make you look good, Ito, and neither are Wes or Azumi! The three of us come into this match with you to show what we can do and we will not just roll over for you to show the world why you think you should still be champion!
She presses her finger harder into her own chest.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I come in representing the Shieldmaidens, Rampage and New Orleans and I will not have you desecrate those things by letting Tommy Love piss all over everyone else. Trust me when I say if he starts writing checks, we will make you cash them in full!
Her hand drops back down to her side as she nods to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Wes, Azumi, I enjoy our walk to honorable combat. Ito…
She points accusingly into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You will learn why…
Her hand turns, forming the shape of a gun.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Dios es una bala!
Wednesday, October 23, 2019
University Medical Center New Orleans
New Orleans, Louisiana
2:10 AM CDT
It had been a month now and the victim was still seemingly in the exact same condition he had been in when the incident had first happened. But even with him being immobile, the police were still taking no chances. The rule about visitors was still standing and that meant that if Shieldmaidens President Alex “Bullet” Carbajal wanted to able to see him, she had to rely on her cousin and older sister, medical professionals with privileges in the hospital, to give her the sign that it was ok to give it a try.
On this night, as she walks into the hospital building and turns the corner, she finds both of them standing in front of the room seemingly having a conference. As Bullet approaches, her sister, Dr. Catalina “Gata Negra” Carbajal nods to her and ends her conversation with their cousin, nurse and Shieldmaidens Sgt.-At-Arms Essentia “Essie” Carbajal. Gata holds out her hand and Bullet taps it lovingly as her elder sister takes her leave. It had been agreed upon by all three involved that they should not be seen together in the hospital lest it lead to uncomfortable questions with the police.
With Gata gone, Bullet nods to Essie.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Los tombos?
Essie turns her head, nodding up the hallway.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Están en esa habitación echando agua al mar.
Bullet frowns heavily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Por qué?
Essie sighs in exasperation.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: No se…
She shrugs with emphasis.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: ¿Porque son pelotas?
Bullet resists the urge to laugh, somehow managing to simply nod her agreement with this assessment of the police in general.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Conocemos alguno de ellos?
Essie nods slowly, almost grimly.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: El líder que no conocemos pero el que tiene el humor de perros es Nestor Vargas.
Bullet nods. Nestor Vargas was a name she had not heard in a long time, seemingly another lifetime ago at this stage. His name had been thrown around the cartel’s membership for a time when he was still a teenager but a youthful indiscretion at school had caused him to be sent to a police-sponsored deferment program and his record was never marred with any kind of mark. It made sense that he was now one of them.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Cómo se llama el líder?
Essie glances back up the hall again and nods quickly.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Detective Antoine LeBeauf. Esta hecho un ají si olvidas de decir su rango.
Bullet nods slowly, knowingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Me quedé de piedra...
Essie nods quickly.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: Deberías tener unos minutos...
Bullet nods and then hugs her cousin.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Gracias, Essie.
Essie returns the embrace and steps away as Bullet heads into the room. The victim was just as she remembered him, lying in a bed hooked up to more tubes than she had ever seen at one time. 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?
Once again, 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. This was how all of these visits had gone, Bullet sitting, holding his hand and hoping above hope for a miracle to occur. Even now, knowing that most of the doctors were not optimistic, Bullet can’t help but hope beyond hope for something she’s been told with increasing frequency is unlikely. 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: I wish I knew who did this to you. Los tombos would not be here at all times stupidly waiting for the perps to come back to finish the job as if this was a professional hit. They should know by now with the Dragons and the Maidens around, no one is coming near you that is not family, especially not with Essie and Gata here watching over you personally.
Her head droops down, shaking back and forth even as she maintains her grip on his hand.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Pelotas! ¡Todos!
She glances back at the door, anger making her face look like a stormcloud ready to erupt.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Si no se paran, se voy a cascar!
She moves her gaze back to him, trying with all of her might to force herself to smile for his benefit.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Necesitan una zapatería!
Leaning down, Bullet kisses his hand.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I love you, Mijo…
Suddenly, she feels pressure on her hand and her head raises up. She glances back at the door and then quickly looks back to their hands.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Mijo? ¿Eres tu?
Before she can say another word, the door opens and Essie enters the room.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: ¡Ábrase! ¡Ya vienen los tombos!
Bullet nods to the victim’s hand.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Me agarró! He squeezed...
Essie stares at their hands and her eyes go wide.
Essentia "Essie" Carbajal: ¡Mierda! ¡Necesitas abrir!
Bullet nods and then kisses his hand again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sé que estás ahí, Mijo…
She releases her grip and pulls away as essie opens the door. Essie glances out and then nods. Bullet nods gratefully in return and then slips out, quickly making her way up the hallway in the opposite direction just in time to miss the other room’s door opening, the four officers inside stepping out into the hallway themselves.
On-Camera
Wednesday, October 23, 2019
Warehouse Gym
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
6:45 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 Juanes t-shirt and her Shieldmaidens kutte. She shrugs at the camera, looking almost amused.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Entonces…
Nodding slowly, she smirks almost playfully.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: An Irishman, two Japanese and a Colombian walk into a bar…
Snickering to herself, she raises her right hand slightly and waves it quickly at the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Stop me if you have heard this one before….
Pausing again, Bullet
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Wes Walker is a good man and I am pleased to see him doing well in FSW. He reminds me of my sister as she is a doctor and cares more about underserved than she does anything else. Azumi Goto is a good woman and the fact that she has Stephanie Matsuda’s respect speaks even more highly of her than almost anything else could. It is good to see someone like her on Monday Night Brawl.
Looking down at her feet, Bullet reaches up to brush her long black hair out of her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And if it was only the three of us representing such EWC brands, FSW, Brawl and Rampage, I would look forward to this match as a wonderful showcase of talent…
She moves her gaze back to the camera and sighs heavily, a slight tinge of resentment finding its way into her voice.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But then they had to go and add that arrogant caremonda Killjoy Ito to this match for Prime and I…
She shakes her head, looking almost sad at the thought of adding him to the mix.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sometimes I have to look at you Ito and I wonder, are you really the caremonda Tommy Love makes you sound like or are you simply ignorant to what that culicagado is saying and doing because you trust him to have your best interests at heart while he talks you into battles that need not be what they are made into?
Exasperation starts to build.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: With Wes Walker and Azumi Goto, I know it will be a difficult match but a fair fight. We would all enjoy walking to the ring in my adopted hometown and I would show them all how a Shieldmaiden throws a party here at home!
A low rumbler emanates from deep inside her, the anger and resentment growing with every passing second.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But Ito and Love means we all have to be vigilant because they would spoil the party. In fact, they would have us all believe the party is all for them and that Wes, Azumi and I are nothing window dressing added for his personal glorification!
Her right hand shoots up and her index finger extends in order to poke herself angrily in the chest.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I am not here just to make you look good, Ito, and neither are Wes or Azumi! The three of us come into this match with you to show what we can do and we will not just roll over for you to show the world why you think you should still be champion!
She presses her finger harder into her own chest.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I come in representing the Shieldmaidens, Rampage and New Orleans and I will not have you desecrate those things by letting Tommy Love piss all over everyone else. Trust me when I say if he starts writing checks, we will make you cash them in full!
Her hand drops back down to her side as she nods to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Wes, Azumi, I enjoy our walk to honorable combat. Ito…
She points accusingly into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You will learn why…
Her hand turns, forming the shape of a gun.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Dios es una bala!
