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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2019 0:48:02 GMT -6
  Caged Turmoil Match
The Shieldmaidens (Bullet, Titaness, Bandit, Psycho, and Bruiser) vs Coven (Myrrh, Leah, Ohio, Huruka, and Muriko)Roleplay Limit: Four per teamRoleplay Deadline: Sunday, November 24, 2019 @ 1AM Central |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2019 17:54:37 GMT -6
Act 1: Over
“So, that’s it? It’s over?”
Huruka Ihari asks as her and her sister Muriko enter the hotel they are sharing. Ever since they lost to the Shieldmaidens yet again, there’s been a darkness looming over them.
“How many times are you going to ask me that? I said yes. I told you when we issued the challenge that if we do not beat the Shieldmaidens, then I want to go on my own for a while. There’s no real teams out there other than the champions so we will always be the number one contenders. We only deserve so many chances at the title. Maybe another team will step forward and give it a shot. After we do some singles matches, maybe once the tag division is built back up we can give it another go. I’d really like to see how we do as singles. It’s been a while since I was a singles wrestler.”
Huruka places her gym bag on the counter and doesn’t seem to keen on this idea of being singles, “I haven’t been a singles competitor. I’ve only ever been your tag partner.”
Muriko has disappeared into the other room but her voice is definitely heard, “You’ve done already in the few matches you did by yourself. You just need to be who you are and go out there and win matches.”
Huruka walks into the living area and takes a seat on the couch. “Who I am? Who am I?” she wonders aloud to herself.
“You’re kind of a diva!”
“I didn’t ask you!”
She grumps as she wonders who she is outside of DTI.
Who is Huruka Ihari?
In the other room, Muriko Ihari doesn’t have to worry about that. She knows exactly who she is and who she was when she first entered wrestling. She was “Girl Crush” Muriko. She didn’t take any shit from anyone, she went into the ring and she crushed them. All of them. Singles, tag team, she was successful. Her foundation has been shaken as of late due to the losses to the Shieldmaiden. But she was ready to get out there and try her hand once again at being single. She had explained to Huruka earlier that it doesn’t mean they aren’t a unit, because they will always be sisters and will look out for each other as they’ve always done, but they can’t be a team forever. It’s time to have their own identities.
Suddenly, Huruka rushes down the hall to stop in front of Muriko’s door and yells, “I know! I know who I am!”
Act 2: Makeover
One might not believe it, but Muriko’s hair wasn’t always red. When she first started wrestling and graduated from being a ring girl to a rookie to a professional wrestler, she had normal black hair and she was known as “Girl Crush”.
So as Muriko Ihari sat in the salon as the hairdresser began to work on her, she closed her eyes and remembered her days as “Girl Crush”. What she wasn’t so sure about was Huruka’s choice for a nickname. It certainly didn’t sound threatening in any possible way, unless you are threatened by someone who’s annoying.
Sitting next to Muriko was Huruka, in a similar chair being worked over by another hairdresser. She didn’t need any color done like Huruka did, but she wanted a different style. Something to suit the image she has chosen for herself.
Growing up, Huruka was always referred to as ‘the pretty one’. It wasn’t something that bothered Muriko because Muriko was the tough one. There was a term that Americans used for someone such as she and she had chosen it for her singles nickname.
“Prom Queen”
No, it wasn’t tough, threatening or even scary. But, it explained exactly who she was. In the ring, however, she will have to prove her toughness outside of her beauty. She knows that people take her lightly in the ring because she’s the youngest and she’s pretty. Why not use that to her advantage? In the end, it’s going to be her responsibility to win and to get herself over.
And she will make it so.
“What’s with the goofy grin?” Muriko is looking over at her.
Huruka answers, “None of your business.”
Act 3: Fashion
Granted, as a team their old gear worked well, but as singles they needed something to separate them. Give them a sense of separation. So when the world looks at them, they no longer see DTI, but they see Huruka Ihari and Muriko Ihari. One could move to an entirely different wrestling company, but despite their separation as a tag team, they are still a hundred percent committed to the Coven and to Jansen.
Muriko had brought her gear from before. It was a little creepy. The face mask was a nice touch. But, she loved her staff. Her hair dyed back to black was an odd adjustment for her since she had it red for so long, so whenever she walked in front of a mirror, she had to stop and do a double take.
She pulled out her gear and tried it on. It was a little tight on her, but she can have it altered. She could also stand to lose a few pounds and she knew that too.
Huruka looked the same. She added a little style to her hair, but it was her outfit that was completely different. She went from a one piece with leggings to a two piece without. It was honestly the first time she’d seen her sister dress like that.
Huruka was standing in front of the mirror in her new gear trying to decide if she liked it or not. It was definitely something she wasn’t used to being in, but she wanted to show not only her wrestler side but her diva side as well. She reached for the hat she bought to go with it all and placed it on her head. As she adjusted it, she knew this was what she needed.
As both Ihari sisters folded up their DTI gear and put it into a suitcase, closing the lid down behind it knowing they wouldn’t need it in the immediate future, there was a sense of loss. They came to America to be the tag team champions and they failed. That in itself was a reason to mourn. However, there was a new day coming. A day when Muriko Ihari and Huruka Ihari would get into the ring individually and try and do what they could not do together. Become champion.
But before that could happen, they would have to survive Caged Turmoil.
Act 4: Promo (with Subtitles)
Muriko looks over at her sister, “So this is it, hm? Our last promo as a team.
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Huruka nods her head, “We should probably make it a good one. Shieldmaidens, we have come to show you that you are not as big and as bad as you like to make yourselves out to be. Of course, as DTI we didn’t succeed in winning the Tag Team Championship and we promised ourselves that if we couldn’t do it, we would split up as a team and try to wrestle on our own but don’t think for a moment that means we aren’t Coven through and through.”
“Correct. We have been Coven since day one and will continue to be Coven until the day that the sun sets on it,” Muriko chimes in. Her black hair makes her face little a little thinner. She shakes her head, “And it’s time that this business between the Shieldmaiden and the Coven come to a definitive conclusion about which faction is better. You can hold all the championships that you want, but you know we are nipping at your heels. Perhaps DTI couldn’t win the tag team championship, but perhaps Coven will come through with another team that will. There are plenty of championships to be had in Mile High Wrestling and my sister and I will be shooting for some singles titles now.”
Huruka nods. Her hair has been styled with a few more curls than she normally would wear and she looks into the camera, “But before that, we must all fight inside a cage. A Caged Turmoil match and even if the Shieldmaidens can beat us in a tag team match, the unit called Coven is certainly better than any Shieldmaiden unit. With Jansen, Leah, Ohio and us, we are far better as a team than the Shieldmaidens can put together.”
“And when Caged Turmoil is over and the Coven stands there with our hands raised high while you look up at us wondering how you could have fallen to us, remember what we have told you. The Coven is a far greater unit as a unit than the Shieldmaidens will ever be. We are coming to Black Magic to put down the myth of you Shieldmaiden. Once and for all.”
Muriko raps up the promo then turns to her sister and nods. “We’re going to finish this for sure.”
They both look into the camera and nod as the scene fades.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2019 14:09:03 GMT -6
DateNovember 11th, 2019 LocationJerry’s Bar in New Orleans, LA Time7:56PM StatusOff Camera The scene opens as Becca “Bruiser” Maguire, dressed in her usual Shieldmaidens get up, makes her way up to the bar and sits down as the bartender, likely Jerry, finishes with another customer before making her way over to her with a smile on his face.
JerryBruiser… it’s been a while since I’ve seen you here… BruiserAye… I’ve been tryin’ to cut down on my drinkin’... He places the white towel he uses to clean the glasses over his shoulder before placing his palms down onto the bar.
JerryI see… well then… the usual? Bruiser shakes her head.
BruiserNaw… gimme a whiskey… a double… and hold the rocks… He nods and turns to grab a bottle of whiskey along with a glass and pours out the drink before placing it down in front of her and Bruiser immediately knocks it back and calls for another.
JerryTake it things aren’t going too well for you… is everything okay at home with your wife and son? He pours out a second drink and again, Bruiser knocks it back and asks for a third before shaking her head.
BruiserNaw, we lost some family recently… my brother-in-law and his wife who was like a sister to us. JerrySorry for your loss. Jerry pours out a third whiskey and places it down in front of Bruiser, this time, she doesn’t immediately knocks it back, she just picks it up and stares at it.
BruiserI also lost a title match last night to my wife… I’m the only fuckin’ Maiden who hasn’t been a champion… last night was my chance to prove myself to them all… to prove that I ain’t the fuckin’ weak link o’ the group and I blew it… and now we got a match comin’ up where we all have to rely on each other to get the job done… Jerry...and you think that you’re gonna screw things up and cost them? She nods and knocks her third whiskey back.
BruiserAye… mind if ya leave the bottle? Jerry nods and places the bottle of whiskey in front of her and she pours herself another drink as she feels a presence taking a seat beside her but she pays no mind to it.
JerryGood evening, sir… what can I get you? The man sitting next to her pulls a small notepad from the pocket of his immaculate Italian suit as he smirks knowingly at Jerry, his slicked back hair almost seeming to glisten in the low light of the bar.
ManI believe that a Diet Sprite will suffice. Bruiser’s fist clenches at the sound of the man’s voice, it was a voice she had become all too familiar with ever since she joined the Shieldmaidens. Jerry, oblivious to everything nods with a smile and makes his way over to the other end of the bar to pour out the glass of Diet Sprite.
BruiserMarchand… what the fuck are ya’ll doin’ here? She doesn’t even turn to look at him as she says these words, the look on her face is apparent that she doesn’t appreciate him being there.
MarchandRebecca Maguire, born Rebecca Rogers, Seventeenth of November in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and eighty-five, also known as Becca, also known as Bruiser. Subject despises her full first name and utterly refuses to acknowledge or answer to such. He pauses, shaking his hand ever so slightly with just a hint of disgust in his voice.
MarchandInteresting way to honor your parents’ memory… His gaze returns to his notepad, never even bothering to fully focus on Bruiser.
MarchandSpeaking of which, father, Clinton Rogers, mother, Sophia Rogers, both deceased, vehicular collision, legally intoxicated individual rather ironically crashed into head on despite poor Clinton’s best efforts to avoid such an occurrence following his own alcoholic activities… a recovering drunk killed by a drunk driver… Jerry returns with the drink and places it down in front of Marchand. The smirk increases as he picks up his glass and takes a small sip.
MarchandSister, Allie Rogers, desceased, suicide by hanging, noted drug addict and prostitute continuing on the family legacy passed down from her father. Clearly she felt the need to follow through on her constant threats to finally remove herself from your misery, didn’t she? Placing the glass back on the bar, Marchand moves his gaze down to the last note listed on his pad.
MarchandSon, Robbie John Maguire… Putting the notepad away, he finally turns to face Bruiser, smirking cruelly.
MarchandSo, here you are, continuing your family’s wonderful legacy of near unlawful indulgence and intoxication after you have taken your dead sister’s son and named him after a criminal mastermind currently in hiding like the guilty, abandoning rat that she is… well, we know how this child’s life will turn out already, don’t we? Bruiser knocks back her fourth whiskey and slams the empty glass down onto the bar and turns to Marchand.
BruiserDid ya’ll just fuckin’ come here to remind me o’ the fact my entire family is dead when I’m in the middle o’ mournin’ over the death o’ my brother-in-law and my sister-in-arms?! Or have ya’ll actually got a fuckin’ reason to be here?! Marchand’s smirk remains firmly in place.
MarchandSo you continue to insist on being a failure at sobriety in the same manner that your father and your sister did and the way you insist on being a failure as a trainer, wife, daughter, wrestler, Shieldmaiden, sister and mother… it is a wonder anyone continues to give you chances when you fail so spectacularly at life in general… Having enough of his crap, Bruiser suddenly swings her fist and connects with Marchand’s jaw full force, causing the corrupt law enforcement officer to fall from his chair and to the floor as the scene fades.
 DateNovember 12th, 2019 LocationNew Orleans Police Department in New Orleans, LA Time9:04AM StatusOff Camera The scene re-opens to one of the holding cells where Bruiser is, sitting down on the bed as she stares at the floor, rubbing her knuckles where she struck Marchand the night before. Her hand had barely healed from punching the wall the other week and on top of further exaggerating it in her match against her wife on Sunday and now this? It was taking it’s time to heal.
BruiserFuckin’ asshole… After a few moments, the sound of heavy footsteps can be heard getting closer to her and as she looks up, one of the NOPD officers appears with a set of keys in his pocket.
OfficerIt’s your lucky day, lady… you’ve been bailed out… He unlocks the cell door as Bruiser stands before making her way out of the cell and through to where her items are being kept. Once she retrieves everything, she makes her way out of the building to find someone who she didn’t actually expect to have been the one to bail her out of jail, that being the Chrome Dragon’s Sergeant-At-Arms, Khary “Spectre” Kenyon. With his arms folded, he’s leaning against the side of yellow and black 1976 Chevy Camaro, owned by his sister, Ashley Kenyon.
BruiserKhary? Must admit… ya’ll were one o’ the last people I expected to be the one to bail me outta prison. Khary shrugs almost playfully.
KharyTibs and Bandit made sure you could get out. Fi thought maybe it would be better if somebody other than a Maiden picked ya up. Figured the mood you were probably in, you wouldn’t wanna see them quite yet so I borrowed Ash’s car from Eef and here I am… Bruiser nods as she opens the passenger side of the car and places her things in the back seat before getting into the car herself.
BruiserFi ain’t wron’, lad… not only that but I’d imagine Ale’s probably pissed at me for what I did. Khary shrugs as he opens the driver’s side door.
KharyI dunno ‘bout that, this guy always sounds like a piece of work so I think the assumption is he had to have said something nasty to get you to deck him. He pulls the door shut behind him and nods at Bruiser.
KharySeriously, if he pulled his usual playbook, I think the odds would be everybody would have been astonished if you had managed to not try and knock his ass out. BruiserBelieve me… I tried… but I had had a few double shots o’ whiskey in me… and despite that I’m tryin’ to work on my fuckin’ anger issues… it’s still early days. But hey… on the plus side… at least I didn’t tell the bastard that I know he forced Allie to kill herself. Nodding again, Khary becomes visibly impressed.
KharyGood on ya on that one. I know I probably wouldn’t have. Fi definitely would have said something. Bullet might have stopped herself but, that’s cause half the time I think Ale’s made out of ice or something. She nods.
BruiserAye, I managed to stop myself from sayin’ anythin’ coz Ale told me that we can’t let him know that we’re onto him… this might be the only fuckin’ chance we have o’ finally takin’ the bastard down and I ain’t gonna screw that up… Bruiser’s head drops as she lets out an elongated sigh.
Bruiser...like I seem to do with everythin’ else… Khary shakes his head.
KharyY’all knock that shit off right now! You ain’t fucked anything up. I know for a fact that Shonn thought highly of you both as his sister-in-law and as a trainer. The other Maidens value you enough to name you Road Captain and you know they don’t do shit like that on a damn whim. You have lost, fought for and gotten back into the ring actively twice now, just this year. You have picked up the ball with Robbie John, you are in no way a fucking failure! BruiserAnd what about Allie, Khary?! What about my fuckin’ parents?! I shoulda protected ‘em! I shoulda been there for ‘em! And ya know what else? I shoulda learned from what my Dad did when he was a drunk… I shoulda learned from what happened to my parents when a drunk fuckin’ driver killed ‘em! Ya know… as much as I hate the fuckin’ rat bastard… what Marchand said to me… it was fuckin’ true! Maybe that was the real reason I decked him… not coz I was sick o’ his shite but coz the truth hurts! KharyYou remind me so much of my sister, it’s not even funny. He pauses and shakes his head, taking a sad, deep breath.
KharyWhat could you have done for any of them, Bex? What could you have done when police officers come into her home and forced her at gunpoint to hang herself with her baby son in the room? You know that means they threatened to kill them both if she didn’t do it and if you had been there, it means they would have killed you too. Your parents, it’s like my mama. My mama got sick and the only thing that could have been done for her to maybe live a couple of more years would made it so that Bethy never got to take her shot at much of anything because she would have had to give up a kidney. There was nothing anyone could do to save Mama just like there’s nothing you could have done against a blind drunk that crashes headlong into them. If you’d been there, you’d have either been in the car with them and been taken too or you would have been the creamy biker filling in a crashy smashy sandwich. You did not fail them, not then and not now. BruiserThen why do I feel like one?! Why do I feel like coz I can’t seem to keep on top o’ my drinkin’ and anger problem that I’m gonna end up hurtin’ the ones I love the most?! Why do I feel like coz I couldn’t beat my wife to become Hardcore Champion that I’m the weak fuckin’ link in the Maidens? Khary, I’m the only fuckin’ Maiden in Mile High who hasn’t accomplished a damn thin’, and don’t give me the whole… ya’ll came back from a career threatenin’ injury crap… coz that ain’t somethin’ new in this business! And now? We’ve got this big match comin’ up where we’re all relyin’ on each other to kick the Coven’s ass and I know that if we end up losin’? It’s gonna be coz o’ me! KharyBullshit! It feels like this because so many things have happened that are completely out of your control. Allie was off getting fucked up, got shot and then died and what could you really do about any of it? Your parents were taken after your father made the effort and it ended up not mattering at all because of the actions of somebody else. Aerynn and Shonn died the way they did and what could any of us do about it aside from feed the ones they took with them to the fucking gators? He shakes his head, patting her gently on the hand.
KharyYou are not the only one, RJ didn’t achieve anything tangible either. She got fired before she could win anything. The others all have, yes, but some of them have been there since almost day one, and in Sam’s case, pretty much from day one. They trust you completely and they know they can rely on you because of that patch on your chest right now that says “Road Captain” on it. That means they trust you to be in charge on any run that Ale and Angel are not on. They trust you to make all the arrangements and keep everybody on one safe. They trust you with their lives, Bex. There’s no weak link here. You’re a bad motherfucker and I would trust you with mine the same way they do. Bruiser folds her arms and shakes her head as she looks out of the passenger side window.
BruiserI know ya’ll mean well, Khary… and believe me… I’m tryin’ to see what ya’ll are sayin’. I dunno… maybe I’m feelin’ the way I am coz o’ all the shit that’s been goin’ on like ya’ll say, but… She trails off as her fist clenches, wanting to hit something but can’t as she wouldn’t want to damage the car. Khary nods as he finally fires up the car.
KharyBex to Ashes… Khary takes one final look over to Bruiser who just continues to stare out of the window before he then drives off back to the Shieldmaidens Clubhouse as the scene fades.
DateNovember 16th, 2019 LocationShieldmaidens Warehouse Gym in New Orleans, LA Time10:34AM StatusOn Camera The scene re-opens as Bruiser enters the gym where her late brother-in-law, Shonn “Malleus” Maguire would spend time training her, her wife and his sister, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire and any other Shieldmaiden who wanted to. This is only the second time Bruiser’s been in this gym since the passing of Shonn, and as she looks around the empty room with all of it’s usual decor such as the Shieldmaidens and Chrome Dragons banners along with all the equipment, she sighs. Walking over to one of the benches against the wall, she puts her duffel bag down onto it before unzipping it and taking out a roll of wrist tape and begins wrapping it around her right wrist and fist as she finally makes eye contact with the camera.
BruiserYa know… there’s a sayin’ that if ya’ll say somethin’ that ya know ain’t true enough times… ya start to actually believe it to be true. And that’s exactly what’s happenin’ with the Coven at the moment. Coz ever since ya’ll jumped me and my sisters at the end o’ Episode 23 o’ ThrowDown… ya’ll have constantly been runnin’ ya mouth about how the Coven are better than the Shieldmaidens. Once she’s happy with things, she tears the tape with her teeth and then begins to do the same with her left wrist and fist.
BruiserAnd what proof o’ that do ya’ll actually have? Ya’ll have already fallen apart with Solomon Cain havin’ issues with drugs and losin’ his job here. Titaness and Bandit have forced Double Team Ihari to give up on their tag team run, just like they’ve forced every other fuckin’ tag team in Mile High to do coz they’re just that fuckin’ dominant. I mean, aye, two o’ ya’ll got into the final o’ the Rise o’ the Phoenix tournament, well congratu-fuckin’-lations. What else have ya’ll done? And don’t even fuckin’ try to say that Emily Falls earned a shot at the Ammo Television Championship coz she was just fuckin’ handed that shot by her mother, who just so happens to be the new General Manager o’ Ammo, Katrina Mack! After finishing wrapping her left hand up now, she tears the tape with her teeth again before tossing the roll back into her bag and begins to punch the palms of her hands a few times.
BruiserAnd then there’s the crap that Jansen Myyrh has been spewin’... ya’ll seriously believe that just coz ya’ll got together, what was it ya said? A year ago? To start hatchin’ out this plan that that makes ya’ll better than us? Fuckin’ Hell, lass… Zombie musta cut out the few brain cells ya’ll had left when she cut ya hair for ya’ll to say some bull shit like that. See here’s the thin’, lass… ya’ll wanna talk about longevity bein’ in ya’lls favor? Bullet’s been a Maiden for six years… Bandit’s been a Maiden for four… and Titaness, Psycho and myself have been Maidens for about a year and a fuckin’ half! So once again… what a fuckin’ shock… ya’ll are full o’ shit. Bruiser begins to loosen herself up a bit as she does some arm stretches and rolls her neck.
BruiserEnd o’ the day, despite all o’ that as well as the fact that most o’ the championships in Mile High are currently bein’ held by the Shieldmaidens? Ya’ll have said that the Coven are better than us so many times that ya’ll have actually started to fuckin’ believe it and it’s almost laughable. And then o’ course, there’s Leah, who we were actually lookin’ at recruitin’ to become a Maiden. We actually used to respect her, and we believed she would be a worthy addition to our ranks… until she went ahead and showed her true fuckin’ colors and decided to join the group that got sick o’ gettin’ nowhere on their own so they decided to join forces and are STILL goin’ fuckin’ nowhere coz they fucked with the wron’ fuckin’ group! She makes her way over to one of the heavy bags and begins to hop from foot to foot, shaking out her hands and breathing in and out slowly.
BruiserAnd I bet ya’ll think that coz ya’ll got Gabriel Ohio to replace Cain that this increases ya chances o’ walkin’ out o’ Black Magic… out o’ Caged Turmoil with ya arms raised in victory, aye? WRONG! Coz once again… ya’ll have forgotten that despite the fact he beat my wife in the semi-finals o’ the Rise o’ the Phoenix tournament, before that? My wife knocked that fucker out several times and put him out o’ fuckin’ commission after obliteratin’ him on Ammo! And on top o’ that? The fucker decided to mess with the both o’ us by threatenin’ our baby son! Well I’ll be damned… another member o’ the fuckin’ Coven with more balls than brains! Ya’ll better listen up closely, Ohio… ya’ll made a big fuckin’ mistake comin’ back and joinin’ the Coven… ya’ll made an even bigger fuckin’ mistake when ya chose to threaten my son! Removing a hair band from her pocket, she ties her hair up into a ponytail and then takes a stance, ready to start throwing down strikes on the bag.
BruiserMark my fuckin’ words… at Black Magic inside Caged Turmoil? The Shieldmaidens are gonna fuckin’ end the Coven once and for all, just like Titaness and Bandit ended Double Team Ihari at Episode 26 o’ ThrowDown. Ya’ll are cruisin’ for a bruisin’... and we prove what everyone already fuckin’ knows except for ya’ll… that the Shieldmaidens are better than the fuckin’ Coven! Bruiser then begins punching, kicking and delivering knee strikes to the bag in front of her as the scene fades. |
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Post by leah on Nov 23, 2019 2:11:17 GMT -6
Date: 11/11/2019
Time: 6:29AM
Location: Baton Rouge Police DepartmentThe front door to the Baton Rouge Police Department flew open as the female members of the Coven made their way outside for the first time since being arrested after the brawl that took place inside the Raising Cane’s River Center as Coven and the Shieldmaidens exploded against each other resulting in even a few officers getting involved in the action. The sunrise blinded the members as they took in the fresh air and stretched after a night being inside a holding cell. Jay Aguero: Alright jailbirds. You get that out of your system?Leah’s husband is shown leaning against his car parked just outside the police station on the street.The War Queen breaks off from the rest of Coven to go greet Jay by wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a kiss.Jay Aguero: Miss me, Capone?War Queen Leah: Every waking moment. Thank you for bailing us out, babe. You’re the best.Jay Aguero: As much as I’d love to take credit for that I’m afraid I only fronted half the money to get all of you out.Leah looks at Jay inquisitively. War Queen Leah: But if you only paid half how come we’re all released?Jay motions for Leah to look back at her Coven mates. Emily Falls has a sly smile across her face as she pulls a black credit card from her pockets and raises it up in the air.Emily Falls: Looks like that was courtesy of Daddy Mack. I’m sure he’ll have a good time when this months bill comes in.Emily Falls snickers a bit while the Ihari sisters and Jansen applaud her antics. Leah steps away from her husband and approaches the rest of Coven.War Queen Leah: That’s real “evil” of you Ems. Now that’s respect.Leah puts her fist out in front of Emily Falls who returns the bump.Jansen Myrrh: Any word on Ohio? We can’t go leaving our newest member high and dry.Coven continues to look around with no sign of him.Jay Aguero: He’s fine. Last I heard they were having trouble booking him. Something about no fingerprints and no facial recognition. I guess that calls for extra work. Probably dental records, distinguishing marks. Who knows. It’s Louisiana so they’ll probably just release him rather than go through the hassle. Now, if you Gambinos finally want to get out of here and get a bite at Waffle House your chariot awaits.Leah turns to her Coven crew.War Queen Leah: We’ve got room for everyone. You all in?Emily Falls: Actually, while we’re in the mood for getting into a bit of trouble I thought we might get into a bit more trouble. I’ve order an Uber Black courtesy of Daddy Mack. It’ll be here in seven minutes.War Queen Leah: I’m liking this side of you, Ems. You and I? We need to do a bit more chatting. Ya feel me?Another smile comes across Emily Falls’s face as Coven exchange goodbyes. The War Queen hops into her car as Jay enters the passenger seat. Again, they exchange a kiss.Jay Aguero: You got a lot of pride in you after last night, don't you?The War Queen chuckles.
War Queen Leah: Last night was mere child’s play, babe. You know that. Just wait until Black Magic. That’s when the real fun gets turned up.As the two take off towards Waffle House Jay continues the conversation.Jay Aguero: I know you’re having fun with all this “Coven” business but just be careful. I don’t want you getting in over your head. You’ve shown a great deal of potential when all of you showed your true intentions in MHW and you need to keep your eye on the end goal. You know what happens when pride gets the best of you. Things can get ugly. Just promise me that you won’t let things get to your head.War Queen Leah: I’m good, babe. Pride is everyone’s downfall. It’s one thing to be proud of something you’ve accomplishment. It’s another to hold yourself in such high regard that you think your shit don’t stink. What am I? A Shieldmaiden?The duo laugh in unison for a moment. Jay continues to talk but Leah’s attention is drawn outside the car as she stares out into the sky; still filled with color from the sunrise. Physically, she is still in the car. Mentally, the War Queen is a million miles away.***************************
May 2009 20 Year Old Leah Paul was very grateful for the business that his young War Queen brought in. She was only on his “payroll” for the last six months or so and yet she has aided in him collecting on previously thought to be unattainable lost debt. She never took more than what she needed on her at any given time and she was always cordial. That’s why today of all days seemed off for Paul. He was anticipating his War Queen to report back to the barbershop by 3:00pm sharp. She was always on time, mostly early. Today, however, it had already hit 3:30pm. Time was dragging. Paul couldn’t sit still. He just had a bad feeling about something; something he couldn’t place. If this were The Barber or someone else on the payroll Paul wouldn’t give it a second thought. He had his reservations about bringing such a young girl in for such a rough position but she’d already shown herself more than capable. At this point, Paul was pacing across his office.Paul: Where the hell is she? 3:00pm means 3:00pm. I swear to God if something happens I’m gonna…Paul doesn’t even finish the statement. He bites his tongue and grabs a book off his desk, slinging it with all his might against the wall. Just then, Paul here’s the bell out front ringing to alert to someone entering the barbershop. He bursts out front; something Paul rarely does.Paul: Where the hell have you been?Paul bolstered his voice but quickly came to realize the individual that entered the establishment was not his War Queen but rather just a patron coming in for a haircut. Behind him, in his office, Paul’s phone began to ring. He rushed back inside and quickly reached across the desk to pick up the receiver.Paul: Yeah!The muffled sounds of someone talking on the other end could barely be heard.Paul: Are you sure?Paul held the receiver to his ear with one hand and clasped his forehead with the other.Paul: No, no. Don’t send Tootsie. I’m on my way.With receiver still in hand, Paul reaches into the top drawer and pulls out a pair of keys. Paul: Yes, I’m sure of this.Paul sets the receiver down on the base and draws in a deep breath. His eyes start to glisten and he fights back the unsettling feeling in his chest. Composing himself, he exits the office.45 minutes later University of Chicago Medical Center Paul entered room 413 and couldn’t help but cover his mouth with his hand. Not even an hour ago was the first time he learned his War Queen’s real name and now he stands inside her hospital room. Face bruised, her left arm wrapped up in gauze, right leg elevated in a cast. Leah couldn’t even turn her head due to a neck brace but she could hear the gasp the individual let out.20 Year Old Leah: What? Are you here to finish the job? Come and get me you piece of shit.Paul stepped over to the foot of the bed. As Leah caught a glimpse of Paul as he got closer a tear ran down the side of her face.War Queen Leah: I’m sorry boss. I tried. I tried to collect. They were waiting for me. I didn’t see it coming. I got too…Leah was rambling but Paul didn’t want her to continue. She motioned for her to shush. He could see Leah fighting back further tears.Paul: Don’t cry sweetie. This isn’t your fault. This is mine. I should have never put you out here like that.Paul took a seat on the bed beside her and rested his hand on her forearm.Paul: Rest assured, you don’t need to worry about a single bill and as far as the vermin that did this to you consider them eliminated. You got a good luck at them right?Leah repositioned her arm and grabbed on to Paul’s hand.20 Year Old Leah: I’ve got this. When I get out of here I’m going to hunt them down and I’m going to take care of those miserable pieces of *coughing* those miserable pieces of shit. They think they got one over on me? They have no idea what they started. They want to try and embarrass me? Gang up on me? I’m taking every last one of them down.Paul grips Leah’s hand intently to get her to stop.Paul: Let it go. You’re done. Leah tries to speak again but Paul won’t let her.Paul: You have been a viable asset but I should have never taken you on. In the back of my head I was worried this day would come and I take full responsibility for it. Just let it go. Don’t let pride get the best of you. You’ll end up dead if you don’t humble yourself. I’m taking care of this. That’s not a question. That’s an order and consider it your last. I’m letting you go. Please know when to walk away.20 Year Old Leah: You don’t dictate where and when I get my revenge. I’m the War Queen.Paul: You’ll be receiving a severance package shortly. Goodbye Leah.It was the first time Paul referred to her by her actual name. She had always been his War Queen. His go to in order to get a complicated job done. It threw her off for a moment but Leah is a prideful woman. You don’t dictate how she lives her life. People have done that for as long as she can remember.20 Year Old Leah: Don’t you walk away from me, Paul! You don’t just let me go! You don’t know who you’re dealing with! You leave here and you’re on my list! Get back here right now!Paul exited room 413 and stopped a nurse in the hallway.Paul: I’m sorry nurse but the patient in room 413 is a bit unruly. I’m worried she may do harm to herself or others. I think it’s best to check in on her.The nurse rounded up an orderly and rushed to room 413 as Paul looked on. Leah was in full War Queen mode as her emotional outburst was clearly evident. The orderly tried to subdue Leah as she went to pull her IV out of her hand. The nurse injected Leah with a sedative to help her relax. She fought it but it wasn’t long until the drug took effect. Paul turned and walked away as the War Queen Leah was restrained to her hospital bed.
************** Date: November 22nd, 2019
Time: 3:15AM
Location: Lake Pontchartrain Causeway
The scene opens up in the dead of night. Even the drunks in New Orleans are either passed out or stumbling their way home to sleep it off for a few hours before waking up and doing it all over again. The road is wide open as a sole spotlight is shone behind a sitting all black Harley Davidson Street 500. The camera moves in closer but only pointing towards the ground. Slowly the camera begins to pan upwards from behind the figure. First, black combat boots. Next, the camera moves up to show the individuals jeans clearly showing the individual is a woman. As the camera rises we see a black kutte overtop a short sleeved black tee. Dead center on the kutte we reveal the Shieldmaiden logo and the words “Hell Is Empty and the Maidens Are Here” The camera begins to slowly raise high now turning around the motorcycle to get a view of the individual with blue hair draping to one side of her head underneath a backwards black cap.War Queen Leah: Looking good, huh?
The War Queen Leah, complete in full Shieldmaiden attire, starts checking out her gear exposing her War Queen moniker written on the kutte with a title underneath it. Director of Anarchy. Leah kills the engine to the Harley and steps off to its side.War Queen Leah: Maybe in an alternate universe you may be seeing this more often. The War Queen Leah a full fledged member of the Shieldmaidens. Ain’t that something? The truth of the matter is this just ain’t me. Never has. Never will. There was a time in which my naysayers referred to me as Shieldmaiden-lite. All the while those card carrying members of the Maidens saw me as a potential member of their crew. That’s the thing about the Shieldmaidens though. I can just put on a kutte and become one. There’s nothing special here. All I heard about when I came to MHW was that the Shieldmaidens were the head honchos; they were the elite squad here. Whoever holds the gold, holds the power. Some shit like that. Little did I know all you had to do is pretend to be a hardass, put on a kutte and you can call yourself a Shieldmaiden. I guess that’s why there’s so many of them. It’s just an attire.The War Queen begins to remove the Shieldmaiden kutte to reveal the Coven logo on her shirt underneath. Leah balls up the kutte and tosses it over the side of the causeway.War Queen Leah: Coven is more than just an attire. It isn’t voted on to bring someone in. It isn’t a shirt or jacket that gets handed out. You either are or you aren’t. It has to do with what courses through your veins each and every day. It’s not an arbitrary wannabe gang; it’s a state of mind. It’s individuals that come together for a greater purpose. Each and every one of us. We’ve got backstories. We come from somewhere. We all have a reason for being in the position we’re in today. Emily Falls. The Ihari sisters. Jansen. Maho. Gabriel Ohio. Solomon Cain.Leah kisses her fist and raises it in the air.War Queen Leah: We miss you buddy. Get better and get on back here contract or no contract. Leah looks back into the camera.War Queen Leah: We all have our own identities; our own distinguishing factors. The Shieldmaidens? Let’s see here. We’ve got the blonde one, the dark haired one, the other blonde one, the Irish one, the latin one, the other latin one. It’s almost like someone forgot to turn off the 3D printer and this is the shit that it spit out. It’s all the same old drivel. You all are one collective unit that you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. I thought it would be fun to fire off a tweet a bit ago about who all I’ve been able to beat out of the four hundred fifty two of you. Just as anticipated, the roaches came crawling out of their hovel two by two with the same old shit. “Shieldmaidens have beaten Coven.” “Shieldmaidens have beaten Jansen.” “Shieldmaidens have beaten Double Team Ihari.” Hold up, ya’ll. Man there’s a bunch of pre-pubescent little bitches hanging around that clubhouse. To be quite honest I didn’t expect much different of a response. Shieldmaidens live off of each others wins. They come up with excuses for each other’s losses. “No, Zombie intentionally tried to lose to Tyke Index. It was all part of her plan to fuck with his head.” The War Queen rolls her eyes.War Queen Leah: Like I said: Carbon copy versus Individuality. I made no mention of my representation of Coven. I only pointed out which of those leather clad ladies have fallen to the War Queen. I can only imagine what’s going to come out of their gullets next. Well, we’re all champions. Zombie has the Throwdown Title. Psycho has the Hardcore Title. Sam and Bandit have the Tag Titles. Good job. Hooray. You’ve got some shiny metal around your waists. Despite all that you’re not the collective powerhouse you think you all are. Anyone on the outside looking in can see the cracks forming. They can see the disruption that was brought on during that fateful night September 29th at ThrowDown 23. You sat atop your steeple feeling untouchable. You never saw it coming. The Coven struck.The War Queen pauses to crack her knuckles.War Queen Leah: You were all left embarrassed. How could this happen? We’re the Shieldmaiden? We run MHW. Wrong. You’re nothing more than some entitled little bitches and you were exposed. You were led right into the slaughter and you didn’t know how to react. What was your retaliation? You single out The Lost Child Solomon Cain and take him down. Bravo.Leah applauds The Shieldmaidens attempt at retaliation.War Queen Leah: Did you really think you hurt Coven? You were too busy assuming that Solomon Cain was the muscle of this group; that he was the big dog. Chop the head off right? The truth is you were too narrow minded to realize Coven is not like you. Coven is not about ranks. We don’t answer to a hierarchy. We all bring life to Coven. You retaliated like you were going to hurt us and yet here we are… still standing. Those cracks became more apparent. You bolstered about how Bullet viciously attacked Emily Falls after their match. You preached the idea that you were this unstoppable force in your minds when you retained the tag titles against Double Team Ihari. You may have gotten some wins over individual Coven members. It’s not any different than me taking out the lot of your individually. The Shieldmaidens have yet to actually get one over on the collective unit known as Coven. This Sunday will prove to be no exception. This Sunday at Black Magic The Shieldmaiden are going to be left once again embarrassed by Coven. The War Queen chuckles to herself.War Queen Leah: It’s funny to think just how confident the Shieldmaidens are in themselves. At least… that’s what they call it; confidence. I have another word for it. PRIDE. Pride can be a fickle bitch. Rebecca… I’m sorry, Bex… perhaps you’ve got a bit too much whiskey in your system as you go off on a tangent about the Shielmaidens having the Coven’s number every step of the way. Again, nothing but regurgitated horseshit. You’ve had my number. Your delusional wife has had my number but I’ll get mine back. It ain’t even about that title. Since the liberating moment I could stop being that smiling pissant that had to “respect” ya’ll bitch asses it’s been a bit of a different story. Bex, you drunkenly proclaimed to the world how you were going to end my fucking life after the blatant disrespect I showed you and your sisters. You were going to break my bones and make me scream out in torturous pain. How’d that work out for ya? Again the War Queen chuckles.War Queen Leah: Jackie Baby has gone on her tirade about me like she even so much as knows me. She don’t know me. She wants to spend her precious time worrying about who I hang out with elsewhere and that’s only going to prove to be her downfall. This ain’t OATH Jackie. This is MHW and you don’t dictate whom I choose to align with. Then again, maybe you do feel the need to control the situation; to dictate your own narrative. Again, it’s that pride that you Maidens just can’t quite seem to let go of. You’re unbeatable Jackie. You’re a three time Tag Team Champion around these parts with an iron claw on those belts.The War Queen begins to count her fingers.War Queen Leah: But that means you’ve lost those belts twice before so clearly anything is possible. Never technically lost the belts? Bitch please. Ophelia and you dropped them belts to Ripley and Mosh and she hightailed it. It’s right there in the record books. I wasn’t even around back then and even I know that. A loss is a loss no matter which way it lands. Own that shit and move on. Or does that not fit the Shieldmaiden narrative? I guess it’s that pride.A smirk comes across her face once again.War Queen Leah: Your president, Alejandra, just looked on past me when it came to the Rise of the Phoenix tournament. She went on and on about how Azzurine Vebbins and Gabriel Ohio should watch themselves. Despite being formidable opponents she could take them. Pride. Arrogance. Lacking humbleness. We all saw exactly what that spelled for your elusive Jefa. Then again, maybe the War Queen is just bullet-proof. Leah holds her arms out to suggest ‘come get me’. War Queen Leah: Then of course there’s Sam. Oh Sam. Poor little Sam. You might be the biggest offender of them all. So much pride courses through you. The “untouchable” factor just beams off of your very existence. You had the honor of being my first opponent here in MHW and we beat the hell out of each other. No one expected what they were about to witness. Even then your fragile little ego couldn’t go tarnished not could it. You knocked me out with a headbutt but in doing so you knocked yourself out. I’ve seen the tapes many of times. “Oh but I didn’t pass out until after I pinned you.” Bitch, you were out cold before even collapsing on top of me. Then again, that doesn’t fit the Shieldmaiden narrative. That doesn’t fit the Titaness narrative. That doesn’t fit the superhuman ego that fills that head of yours. That pride will be your downfall. You bleed just like any of us, Sam. The only difference is my reaction to the blood will be a whole lot different than yours. I embrace it. I long for it. I love that shit.The War Queen removes her cap and drapes it over a handlebar of the motorcycle as she throws a leg back over to sit atop the machine.War Queen Leah: You Shieldmaidens want to act like you’re untouchable. Be prepared to be sorely mistaken this Sunday at Black Magic when you’re locked inside Caged Turmoil. Many are already saying that this is going to be the end all be all where either the Shieldmaidens or Coven win this unholy war. Bitch, please. The end result of Caged Turmoil settles nothing. It’s only the beginning. Coven, for the first time, brings five members together to unleash hell upon their opponents. While those Maidens assume they have our number already due to winning a few singles matches they have never… EVER… faced COVEN in a match. When they do, it will be a throwback to September 29th when they were left beaten, broken, bloodied and embarrassed. There’s only one way to walk out of Caged Turmoil and that’s via submission. What will be your excuse then? Who will you go crying to next? We are Coven and we are deadly.The War Queen puts the cap back on and starts up the engine to the Harley Davidson.War Queen Leah: Fuck New Orleans and their five dollar tolls.The War Queen revs the engine and takes off down the rest of the Lake Pontchartrain Causeway towards New Orleans. ****************
Date: Undisclosed
Time: Undisclosed
Location: Undisclosed
The scene opens back up as The War Queen Leah just enters inside a building. Nothing notable about the location, the time of day. Leah is wearing all black between her sweats and a Coven sweatshirt. After walking down a narrow hallway she arrives at the end and turns left to enter a dimly lit room. Once inside we see the entirety of Coven seated around a large round wooden table. Leah slowly takes a long stroll around the table as she walks past Gabriel Ohio, Jansen Myrrh, Maho, Huruka, Muriko and takes a seat next to Emily Falls. Leah gives Falls a fist bump before looking up at the wall. Pictures have been placed up on the wall of each member; including Solomon Cain.Jansen Myrrh: We’re all here. Now it’s time to talk. Black Magic is upon us. This is what we prepared for. Any thoughts?The members of Coven inaudibly discuss the plans for this Sunday’s Black Magic as the cameras begin to slowly move away. Their talking is replaced by a very low version of “Made with Hate” playing in the background as the cameras slowly fade.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2019 18:40:12 GMT -6
17th November, 2019
21:30 PM EST
Washington D.C.
Exact Location: Lio Walsh’s Residence
Status: Off-Camera Go figure. You finally get opportunities to come back, and … bullshit happens. It was definitely not how Sam wanted to return to D.C., but … she was overdue. Her work schedule - even if not intentionally - had made it look as if she favored Joseph over Lio. This was definitely not the case. On the contrary, she loved Lio as much as Orion even still. And it was days like today she had been able to show him this. …. Of course, this applied the strongest when poor Sam was emotionally stable. The news of Shonn and Aerynn’s murder had caused The Titaness to go into intermittent crying fits. Between being stuck waiting to go back in any wrestling ring and awaiting to know when the funeral would be, it was very fair to note that Sam was restless. Thankfully, a long-awaited ding rang out from her phone, causing Sam’s head to turn. Lio’s eyes furrowed slightly, but before he could suggest she ignore it, her head moved from side to side. ”It’s from Banshee. She has details about the funeral.” A sad, soft sigh resounded from Lio’s lips as he nodded. ”Okay. Go on and get that information. But you’ve been doing the right thing by taking it easy and concentrating on yourself and your career.” His doctor side had been emerging as of late, largely due to himself being … not as active in the wrestling industry. Lio hadn’t officially resumed being a psychiatrist, but he certainly hadn’t lost his touch even after so many years. And so, despite not being on call or duty, he was helping Orion do what he could to comfort their wife. As Sam rose an eyebrow, Lio followed suit. ”What’s that mean?””It means I have no idea what a goddamned Catholic funeral is, or why it’s different than other ones.” Joseph, whom had been quietly laying on Sam’s left side, finally spoke up upon hearing the word ‘Catholic’. ”It means to expect a lot of kneeling and praying. That’s the simplest explanation. It’s otherwise going to be the same as Allie and Dazi’s funerals.”A weak but amused grin appeared on Sam’s lips. ”And you know this how exactly?””Did I never tell you, love? I am Catholic. I just practice that as much as you do being Episcopalian.” Her face went quickly back to stoic. Even before he’d said it, her mind helped her realize how he knew this. But before she could apologize, Orion would add the exact train of thought she’d heard echo in her brain. ”Anyway, my parents had a small Catholic funeral. It probably goes without much saying who I gave more of a damn about though, yes?” ”Yeah .. fuck. Sorry. So …”Her head fell atop the pillow. ”Dress? The hell should I wear?”Both men each gently intertwined one of Sam’s hands into theirs, looking gently into her still slightly puffy and blood-shot eyes. ”I don’t think they’ll fret too much about that.” Joseph nodded his agreement, but that didn’t seem to sooth Samantha’s mind. Her head moved adamantly from side to side. ”It can’t be that fucking simple! They came to our union, hun! They … they deserve …” Lio slowly rose his other hand up, running it slowly through light blonde strands of his wife’s hair. ”It’s okay to be angry. From what you’ve told me, you and the others have every right to be. But sweetie … don’t take that aggression out on those who don’t deserve it. Take some deep breaths. I may not have known either Aerynn or Shonn, but I’ll be with you. Just like I was with Dazi.” No sooner than he finished speaking did a new set of tears stream down Sam’s face. Orion kept his hand tangled lightly in Sam’s, but allowed Lio to gently turn her and guide her face into her chest. ”Is Lio right? Is it the nature making you the most upset?” ”The whole thing’s just fucked up to start with! Who the hell are these Children, exactly?! Why’d they have to target Aerynn and Shonn?!” ”Honey, I’m pretty certain those questions and more are exactly what Bullet and the others are trying to figure out.” Barely ten seconds ticked away before Sam firmly nodded. ”I’m gonna go to HYBRID.” ”Not for revenge, you’re not. You hear me? You got into wrestling because it was - and still is - your passion. If you want to go to HYBRID where these Children and even Lucifer supposedly fight, I won’t stop you. But only say that if you have intentions of entering with the right motives, not the wrong ones. Do you understand me, Samantha?” A much longer pause hung in the air. But finally, both Lio and Joseph would see Sam give another nod, albeit slower and seeming less certain. Of course, that simply could be due to her face being hidden. It was hard to determine. But that was exactly why Lio gently but firmly pushed The Titaness onto her back. He stared deep into her eyes, his grip on her hand squeezing just a bit … before Lio gave his wife a nod of his own. ”It won’t be just Orion expecting you to keep that promise. I do too. We both accepted our vows, our responsibilities for you because that’s how much we love you. You’re a much better person and woman than whomever killed your brother and sister-in-arm. You don’t need, nor should, to stoop to their levels.” A barely audible chuckle resounded from The Titaness, her head gently moving from side to side. ”You two did this exact same thing with Dazi. Made it seem so easy. You were both so much stronger than me. How … do you make it sound and look so simple to keep moving on?” ”Because, unfortunately, between the three of us? This is, once again, hitting you the hardest. Understandably so, I might add. There’s no shame in shedding tears. Shonn was a good man, with Aerynn being an equally great woman. They didn’t deserve to leave this world so soon, least of all in an inhumane way.” A deep breath was the first thing to leave Joseph’s lips. While taking a few moments to gather his thoughts, he rolled his fingertips lightly over Sam’s palm. ”Lio really did likely have the correct idea. Whatever you wear won’t matter nearly as much as your presence. The Shieldmaidens and the Chrome Dragons will be glad you’ll have enough strength to be there. These funerals never get easier. They really don’t. But like you were trying to say - at least I think - Aerynn and Shonn deserve the utmost respect, yes?”After seeing Sam give a quick nod, Joseph and Lio both pressed her hand against their lips, each giving it a soft kiss. ”Then just ensure you show up. As long as it’s respectful - and likely black in color - I really don’t think anyone’s going to bitch at you nearly as much as you seem a bit anxious about.” Sam slowly nodded, sniffling lightly before finally closing her eyes. Lio looked ready to inquire if she wanted to change into something lighter as opposed to her outfit she’d worn throughout the day, but Joseph moved his head from side to side. ”Let her. She’s exhausted.” The sentence had been mouthed, indicated by his lips moving but the words not echoing. Lio must have gotten the message well enough because he nodded and stayed silent. Sure enough, Sam fell asleep soon enough. Both Lio and Orion slipped out of the bed, though not before pulling the covers over their wife, and leaving the room. It wouldn’t be for long, but at least long enough to talk for a few moments. ”Do you know if she’s scared, by chance? Of being targeted, I mean?”Joseph tilted a hand in the air. ”Slightly, yes. She has openly admitted as such. I think, however, she’s a bit more scared for the others. Psycho especially.” ”Why her?””Because, apparently, she was targeted and captured by these same Children about a year or so ago.” ”Hmmm ….”The revelation made Lio nod. The logic definitely did make sense. Whether it was a valid concern or not was anyone’s guess, but it at least helped him better understand where their wife’s mindset seemed to be at that moment. ”So when she said HYBRID, is that where these Children can be found?” ”From what I’ve seen and heard? Yes.” Lio’s expression quickly became stoic as he put his hands firmly upon Joseph’s shoulders. ”If she does go there, make sure she stays safe. She doesn’t need another Snakebite or villain in any form or fashion sorta incident happening again. Even if she were mourning, she wouldn’t, but the fact she is? It’s going to hit her that much harder.” Joseph quickly nodded. ”Don’t worry. Ten or so steps ahead of you on that. Granted, no one’s really … seemed like they would try to make that sorta history repeat, but still. Point made. First and foremost, though, she needs to clear her schedule up a bit. There’s no way she can head into HYBRID without taking her leave from at least one place. And I know exactly which to suggest.” ”I do too. Empire. They have been …” Lio briefly tilted his head. ”Maybe not god-awful in how they’ve treated her. Still, they were better when she first joined up.” Joseph nodded. ”Exactly where I was thinking. She’s already hinted a close second .. but is going to wait. Mainly for her to lose a certain strap. You know how Sam is; always wanting to do things the more ‘right’ and honorable way. Leaving while still being a champion wouldn’t be the preferred method of exiting any place.” A proud smile adorned Lio’s face. ”I do know, and I’m damn proud of her for keeping to her beliefs. Anyway …”Lio turned towards the door while Orion pivoted away. Lio’s eyebrow rose as he looked curiously towards Joseph. ”I’ll be back in an hour, maybe sooner. I’m going to assume she will eventually make room and give herself the chance to head to HYBRID. Before that day arrives, though, I want to do some more thorough research on the place.” Offering a quick but understanding nod, Lio walked silently inside, cuddling and holding Sam. It wouldn’t take long for The Nightmare King to fall asleep next to his beloved. Joseph, meanwhile, went to go about looking up a new potential place that Sam was likely going to work at in the very near future.
20th November, 2019
11:30 AM CST
New Orleans, Louisiana
Exact Location: St. Louis Cathedral
Status: Off-Camera What in the literal fuck?! When did that happen?! Thankfully, Sam had managed to keep her thoughts to herself. Still, it really had been quite the surprise to see urns as opposed to caskets … although maybe, in some regards, that was for the best. Still, when had they been cremated and, just as importantly, why had no one told her? Sam wanted it to just be as simple as it would have been too hard to relay. Announcing they had been murdered was already difficult enough as it was, and that bit of news had come from Bullet herself. All the same, it wasn’t unfair to say The Titaness felt a bit miffed at not being told about something as essential as the decision to cremate her brother and sister-in-arms. Truthfully, though, that irritation was very quickly replaced by a numbing sensation. After the second or even third prayer, Sam just felt … lost. As close to dead without being in said clinical state. It was the worst way her body had been in an auto-pilot mood; she was there, but clearly not at the same time. All of the same questions Lio and Joseph had heard her voice plus some others continued to race through her head. Or, rather, that’s what had been happening for the last thirty minutes? As of right then and there? Her brain was as empty and numb as the rest of her body. It wouldn’t be until Joseph lightly shook her that she finally returned to the here and now. She glanced towards her spouse, wearing a dazed and confused expression. ”Do you want me to go up for you?” Joseph whispered. It wasn’t until Sam followed Orion’s gaze that she reminded herself of the two red roses that were held in her hands. ”Everyone’s about to stand up to say their last goodbyes, but hun … I can do that if …”Biological family, as per tradition, were in the midst of having their turns first. Finally, Sam’s eyes widened as she seemed to wake up and fully comprehend what was happening, as well as where she was. The formerly deadened sensations were rapidly replaced as life almost literally returned to The Titaness. ”N-No!”The reply didn’t come out in a full-fledged scream, luckily. But it had been a bit louder than usual; enough to make a few heads turn. Crimson quickly painted her face as she lowered both her head and voice. ”No, love. It’s fine. I’ll walk with you both.” Somewhere in between mumbling her response, Samantha almost swore she heard someone talk about her. It was hard to tell … but it was definitely in a foreign tongue. Irish, perhaps? It’d definitely make the most sense, considering Shonn and Saoirse were of said descent. And … she had heard stories of their father. One of the most hardcore Catholics Sam would likely run into. But who knew, maybe it was just her head playing more tricks on her? She didn’t know and, at least for now, didn’t care. If anything had been said, it was at least left at that and not pushed any further. After Saoirse and her other relatives walked up to the urns, a new line began to form. All of the Chrome Dragons, Shieldmaidens, and other numerous guests who knew Aerynn and Shonn in some form or fashion stood up. Sam slowly got up to her feet, now taking time to study the faces. There were a good amount of both familiar and unfamiliar people here. From Robert Mack to RJ to Widow and CJ and - although she had never met them in person before - Samantha did recognize Jessica and Dean Matthews due to their Twitter pictures. A quick head count implied there were somewhere around thirty to fifty people in total, give or take. Finally, Sam exited the pews she had sat at, with both Joseph and Lio on either side of her. Eyes were almost immediately upon her. On any given day, she wouldn’t care. But today? Her confidence wasn’t as strong as it usually tended to be and, for once, the sensation of being stared at genuinely made Sam anxious. But … no. There was no point in dwelling on those feelings. She wasn’t here to be judged, she was here to give her last farewells and thank you’s to two comrades whom each used to be a Shieldmaiden and Chrome Dragon respectfully. The line gradually moved closer and closer towards the urns. Some people, naturally, took longer than others to part ways. Sam took advantage of the wait to straighten her outfit and ensure she was still looking decent. Do I need to say something? Samantha had kept to the ‘quiet’ option during Dazi’s, but that was more so because she couldn’t even begin to conjure words. And Lord help her, she definitely had tried. But with the same reaction happening yet again … maybe not? She paused, standing in front of the urns, her mind now trying to recall if she’d heard whispers or if this was even a requirement on her behalf. ”Sam?” ”Love?” Lio began to snap his fingers in front of Samantha’s face. That same auto-pilot mode flipped back on … long enough for Sam to place both roses down. And then …. She collapsed, falling into Lio’s arms. ”Hells,” he muttered in a barely audible tone, lifting Sam up into his arms and carefully walking away with her. Orion followed closely behind, the two ignoring anything people may or may not be mumbling under their breath. Thankfully, the hallways of the church were empty enough that the two were able to sit down in unoccupied benches and give Sam the chance to recover. When her eyes opened, they were greeted first with a groan, followed quickly by a single word. ”Fuck!”Her hand swiftly rose, covering her face as she groaned and cursed a few more times. ”Gods, everyone fucking saw that, huh?””Hun … you had a major fight last night. That plus jet lag plus the emotional sea you’re swimming in … you’re battling quite a bit already as it is. And that’s before including any future fights you have to partake in.” Lio nodded in agreement. ”All things considered, that wasn’t the worst reaction. Truly.” Sam chuckled, her head shaking in disbelief. ”Worse? You sure? I can’t think of much more that’s worse.” ”If you’d cursed at the urns, that’s one. Remember what I said about not taking your aggressions out on the wrong people? I have at least heard of people doing just that even at funerals, so …”Sam nodded, finally pulling herself so she was sitting in Lio’s lap rather than staying held in his arms. ”Okay. Point made. That does sound pretty bad. Thank you, my Lords.” The Titaness stayed near the foyer of the church, waiting for her other brothers and sisters to leave the chapel. She greeted each with a coy grin and promised she was well enough. ”Shock just got the best of me, I think. I’m not sure. But come Black Magic, I’ll definitely be ready for that Caged Turmoil fight.” Those would be the words everyone would hear from Sam before, finally, she left - though not before giving everyone a hug and ‘See you soon’. Only Joseph remained beside Sam. Lio, unfortunately, was heading towards the airport. Before that, though, he turned and gave Samantha a passionate kiss. ”You did well. Even with blacking out, you still came here and did exactly what you wanted to. You honored Aerynn and Shonn’s lives and memories. That’s all anyone could ask from you. Don’t be so hard on yourself. Now … do keep in touch with me regarding the holidays, hmm? I definitely hope to see you on a more frequent basis.”That aided in a new smile appearing on Sam’s face. ”I certainly intend to see about making that become a reality. I miss you very much, even if I don’t always say it.” ”I know. Alas …”He nodded to a digital clock adorning the front of a nearby bank. ”I need to take my leave. Continue taking care of her for me, Orion.” ”You definitely don’t need to tell me that one. Already on it.” Even as Lio walked out of sight, the smug smile didn’t fade away from Joseph’s face. He looked over at his wife, looking knowingly at her. At most, the grin turned to a more neutral look .. but hints of the smile were easily able to be seen. ”How are you feeling? Well enough to walk?” ”Oh, that? Yeah, I just -- hey!”Without offering any real warning to Samantha, Joseph easily hoisted her up into his arms. ”Too bad. I promised to take care of you. So that’s what I’m going to do; spoil you. Besides, it’s not that far of a walk to our bikes.” His tone turned to a much more stoic one as he continued speaking. ”But for real, Lio was correct. You did very well at the funeral. If you want to take the rest of today off to mourn, I’ll understand, as will the others. You still have time before Black Magic.” ”Fair enough. Okay. Thank you.” The two shared a brief but passionate kiss before Joseph focused on walking with his wife held in his arms. Once they got to their motorcycles, the ignitions were turned on and it wouldn’t be long before the Dragon and Maiden couple drove off back towards the clubhouse.
21st November, 2019
08:57 AM CST
New Orleans, Louisiana
Exact Location: Shieldmaiden Clubhouse (Sam & Joseph’s Room)
Status: On-Camera This time, Sam is sitting atop her bed as opposed to the floor. Her gaze is lingering on the floor as she slowly moves her head from side to side. Upon closer inspection, the same armband she wore at Episode Twenty-Six is seen around her right shoulder. It’s almost camouflaged courtesy of a black tank top, but the outline is able to be noticed. ”Happy … that’s how I should be feeling.”Her head moves a few more times. ”But … I’m not. I’m still pissed, still …” The Titaness growls as she raises a hand and runs it through her hair. ”Why in the nine Hells are we having to prove ourselves yet again?! No really … why?” Sam jerks her head upward as she glares furiously at the camera. ”Most of you Coven bitches I’ve - hell, we as a group, truthfully - proven I can handle perfectly fine! In fact, me and Bandit beat the Ihari Sisters so bad that they’ve given up completely on ever stepping foot into the tag division! Considering they first entered Mile High as a tag team, that speaks fucking volumes to me, don’t ya think?! And while, admittedly, I haven’t gone against Ohio recently … the fact is, I have.” She raises her right index finger. ”But I’m saving you for last. After all, I’ve got the longest history with you, so .. yeah. I’d say it seems appropriate. So … Coven stormed in and started this whole ‘better than thou’ sorta crap. And, admittedly, you did at least seem formidable. Especially with Solomon Cain on your side. But then …”Sam snaps her fingers. ”He allowed depression, frustration, or something to get the best of him and overdosed, so now … you’ve - somehow - convinced Gabriel Ohio to take his spot. I’m curious though; do any of you truly begin to know or understand just what exactly you have done?” She smirks and points to herself. ”I do, and the answer is simple. You’ve made both the smartest and stupidest decision in your brief lives as a ‘group’. Sure, he is incredibly strong and competent. In fact, I’d dare say he was a better choice than Solomon. But on the flip side …” Sam’s fingers lightly tap against her chin as she takes a moment to gather her thoughts before resuming. ”I suppose to put it the most bluntly, you’ve also ‘recruited’ a wild card, so to speak. Now … you would be correct in saying that Solomon Cain had his own agenda, as does Ohio. But the difference? Cain is much easier to predict. Ohio?” Her head shakes. ”Definitely not. And unless the acid got so far into him that it’s completely changed him, then his mindset is mostly the same. Which means … the moment he’s done getting whatever the fuck he wants?”An unorthodox and even sadistic smile spread over her face. ”Well, let’s just say you better hope you’ve given him damn good reasons not to turn against you, because otherwise? I wouldn’t be surprised if he leaves Coven as quickly as he joined up. Simply put, his allegiance is to only himself, as are his goals and … literally any and everything else. Us, meanwhile …” Sam shrugs. ”It’s like I said and we’ve proven. We’re a true family. Even through tragedies like ones that have recently befallen us, it’s not making us weaker like you may hope. No, we’re coming into Black Magic stronger and hungrier than you can even begin to guess. This is more than just pride and bragging rights - well, it is for me.” The Titaness damn well nearly glares an almost literal hole through the lens. ”I still haven’t forgotten your ‘introduction’, nor the bullshit you condoned to make your debut. I’ve only really gotten to properly get back at the sisters because they were constantly chasing after me and Bandit’s tag team belts. But this?”Sam nods sternly. ”It allows me to deal with all of you appropriately, regardless of whether you were originally part of the post-match bullshit or not.” Her tongue clicks. ”Still is a damn shame about some of you. Leah and Ihari the most from my point of view. Leah, you may still be getting Ws. No one’s gonna deny or try to take that from you. But … let’s pretend you get to X out all of us, like how you did in that stupid ass tweet? You know, the one that was clearly a hit list, with every Shieldmaiden you’ve ‘defeated’ having an X over them? So … let’s say you get what you want.” Sam shrugs. ”Good for you, I guess? No, really - that’s the best you’re going to get. I mean … seriously, we’re all still here. We haven’t left, and that’s the way it’s going to stay. At best? You’ll prove what we’ve been observing; you’re one of the more competent members. Worst case scenario? You’re just gonna keep looking like a damn fool if you idiots are still hoping to make us irrelevant.
“You’re still relatively new when it comes to being a Singles fighter, so I get you being still kinda naive. But if you’re thinking petty acts like losses or titles switching hands is gonna make us turn our backs and leave …??”Sam chuckles. ”You’re more blonde than I am! And you’re not even a blonde to start with!” Her head briefly turns as an irked scoff is heard. ”Fucking seriously, if any of you have paid any heed, you’d know we’ve had tests even before you all entered with trying to get us to leave Mile High. RJ and Widow made some of us consider following them, just because it felt off to fight without them. But we stayed. Then Katrina openly admitted she attempted to use Tyke Index to get us out and …”Her smirk widens. ”Well, it - hopefully - can be assumed that didn’t work at all, yeah? Then you bitches have the gall to think being a Shieldmaiden is as simple as donning a kutte and claiming to be one of us?” Her head shakes, tongue clicking in disdain. ”Once again, your naive nature shows. From thinking it’s easy to become a Shieldmaiden to assuming we’re still shaking in our goddamn boots. Leah, you went on and on about us being mortified and whatnot from your debut. Maybe I was for a few days afterwards, sure. I admit it. But there’s one very important thing you’re clearly failing to remember, Leah; that was then! We’re not the same women you snuck up against and all that shit! We’re better than those versions! We know fully well what to expect from you all and are, if anything, screaming for you all to come at us so we can beat you all as hard as we possibly can!” A low chuckle is heard as Sam moves her head a few more times. Had any of you stopped and rewound the tapes, you’d see at the first Phoenix Rises Pay-Per-View that RJ gave me my kutte. After the same Ladder Match I constantly mention on Twitter, because it was that damn great. I’d be willing to bet if I asked Rob his honest opinion, that would easily be in the top ten to twenty fights Mile High has seen thus far.
“But I digress - that’s not the point. Prior to the PPV, me and RJ privately met and talked. She said, plain and simple, she wanted me to join them. And despite all the outbursts my response goes, not one day goes by that I regret my decision. Can any of you say with complete honesty that you’re proud of what you’re doing? That you have zero regrets?”Sam shrugs again. ”Some of you very well may. Good for you, but can all of you do that? Honestly, you know what? That ain’t even the point. Leah was going on and on about us not having a good ‘narrative’ … well … I’ll admit it isn’t perfect. But at least we fucking have one. And pointing out that we’re prideful. No shit, Sherlock; we fucking know that. We literally wear our kuttes with pride, thank you very much! What do you all got, huh? What’s your ‘narrative’, your ‘purpose’ even? Because … frankly? I don’t see much of one, least of all the latter.” The Titaness laughs softly again, reaching down and grabbing a bottle of water. After downing some of the contents, she leans closer to the camera, continuing to speak. “I guarantee you, had I seen your ‘debut’ as a non-Shieldmaiden and just another roster member … the difference in how you’d impact me versus the Shieldmaidens first arriving into Mile High? The difference is like fucking night and day. My sisters legitimately impressed me. They awed me with their teamwork, their camaraderie and sheer loyalty for one another, their strength and skills in the ring. It was incredibly hard to believe Bullet was relatively new by the time we had our Ladder Match for the Phoenix Championship, she just … fuck. She really made an impact, and in the best of ways.
“But Coven? All you showed is you’re great with ambushes and are perfectly fine with men forcing themselves on women. I could have been single, and that still wouldn’t be excusable. In fact, it’s called sexual assault, and had Cain not over-dosed, I definitely would have pursued legal action, because … no one deserves to endure that kinda shit, regardless of who, where, why, or all that jazz applies. No one. Since your entrance though? None of you have really been that impressive.
“Or, alternatively, the few that have are the exact same individuals. Leah can insist we’re ‘carbon copies’ or whatnot, but at least we have a goddamn moral compass! We do, indeed, have pride, yes! Not just in our wrestling capabilities, but who we are as people! As fucking human beings! We don’t condone heinous acts, nor sink to such degrees! If anything, we kick asses of those who would be fine with openly sexually assaulting people and thinking they can get away scot free. Maybe for you all, that means nothing, but for me? It means a hell of a lot. I can definitely feel much better about myself than if I dared to join with the likes of bitches and bastards like you.” Sam allows herself to pause, temporarily backtracking as she speaks up again. It’s now been a bit over two weeks since we heard about Shonn and Aerynn’s passing. Yet, even after having lost a brother and sister - blood brother for Psycho - we could have taken that as our cue to up and go, regardless of why.” Her boot firmly pushes against the floor. ”Yet here we still are. I sincerely hope that you’ve come up with a new goal, because the last thing you’re going to do is make any of us irrelevant. Our names are already etched firmly into Mile High’s history - multiple times, too. So maybe Jansen got that honor for a bit by winning the Throwdown Championship, but then look what happened. She got too cocky and not only lost that strap, but did so to … surprise, surprise.
“A Shieldmaiden. Zombie, to be specific. And frankly, Jansen? You don’t seem like much of a leader. In fact, Leah tried to say Alex wasn’t one? Well then …”Sam’s head tilts. ”Dare I ask what that makes you? I mean .. you’re certainly not much more impressive. In fact, you’re worse from what I’ve seen. When you got Ohio on your side, did you really stop and think about what you were doing? When you made this entire group even, did you think about how things would pan out in the long run? Particularly for scenarios similar to what occurred with Solomon Cain?”Her head moves from side to side again. ”I very highly doubt it, and if you have? Well … you’ve fooled me, because it doesn’t look like it. All of you - save for Ohio, who literally just seems to be along for the ride - insist Coven isn’t about to crumble. But … that’s not what I’m seeing. The primary thing I’ve observed from most of you? Two words.
“False bravado. A shit ton of it, too.” Sam goes quiet, allowing the pause to hang in the air while gathering her next thoughts. ”Do you even have a true sense of camaraderie? Maybe among some of you, sure. But once again, this links back to your newest ‘wild card’. The one who cares for little more than himself. I know for damn sure he doesn’t share that emotion, even if some of you may for one another. Because … petty and cliche as this may sound, those sorts of things actually can help out.
“And if the obvious flaws with your ‘group’ weren’t bad enough … then there’s the match itself. The fact it’s going to be in a cage. One of the most confining types of areas in this industry.
“Yes, you can say it’s got ways to work against us. And you’re not completely wrong. It’s probably gonna get a tad bit cramped after a bit. But that’s the least of my curiosities. When things get really bad … are you really going to be able to stand your ground? Or …”The question temporarily trails off as Sam leans closer. ”Are any of you going to realize how reckless you’ve all been this whole time and try to run?” Her head curiously tilts before Sam waves a hand through the air. ”Nah. Maybe not run. Too many of you got pride, and honestly? That’s fine with me. I’m not going to let any of you bitches run, plain and simple. So then … will you act without thinking and try useless attacks, let alone against the worst opponent?” Sam shrugs again, this time tucking some strands of hair behind her ear. ”That’s gonna be one of the mysteries only time will reveal, but frankly? The overall message is this isn’t gonna pretty for you all. If we’ve already forced the Ihari Sisters to give up on the Tag Division … just envision what’s next, let alone when we’re intending to come inside and purposely beat the ever-living fuck out of you all. Let alone in our home city!
“Coven, as a whole, hasn’t made us even start to give up or retreat. Considering that was what you all were so gung-ho about? Yeah. I’m sure you can understand now why that very likely looks pretty shitty for you all, huh?”An exhausted huff leaves Sam’s lips as she lifts her head and sneaks a peek at the same framed images of Dazi, Shonn, and Aerynn in her room. After staring briefly at the photos, her attention goes back to the camera. ”Since I promised … hey there, Gabriel. You said something way back when that made me unable to help but snicker. I’ve said a shit ton about you. This is true, absolutely. But you failing to evolve? Fucking … what?” She holds a few strands of her hair up, rolling her eyes as she lets them fall down. ”You insult me. I’d be even stupider than Jansen or whoever the fuck wants to take credit for trying to make us run for our lives and leave Mile High. No. If anything, I expect to be different, and that was before Psycho gave you the assault you pretty much begged for. If anything, you seem to think I haven’t changed which … is foolish in its own rights.
“You seem to have given up on your ‘bard’ persona. The one that used to tell tales. Now, you’re going on about trauma from what I’ve heard, and …”Sam raises an eyebrow slightly. ”That’s it? Really? I gotta say, Gabriel, that’s honestly kinda disappointing. Death isn’t the only inevitable thing in life we encounter, much like you relayed to Psycho in one of your fights. Pain is too - and it tends to take up the form of trauma in some form or fashion. So …”Her arms stretch out to her sides. ”You’re smart. Eccentric, unpredictable as all fuck, cryptic in your own rights … but smart regardless. I’m sure you can fill in the blanks without me saying much, if anything. If losses, with or without titles on the line, aren’t going to scare us away - nor is Death itself - why should trauma be different?
“The fact we’re still here and adamantly refusing to turn our backs … does that not spell in itself that we’ve already faced and spat at our own versions of Trauma? It definitely does for me.” Finally, her attention goes to a small basin that’s been sitting beside her. ”None of you probably know since she left long before Coven entered. But Widow - one of our other sisters - is a practicing Satanist. Well … I can’t say I’ve ever been. But hey, if ever there was a time to consider doing so? I’d say right before a Pay-Per-View with the name of Black Magic is the most appropriate, don’t you?
“Besides, our group namesake - the Shieldmaidens as well as the Vikings - often dabbled in this, so … why not?” Her left hand finally raises which, prior to now, had been staying out of the frame. Some bandages can be seen wrapped around it. Sam grabs the basin with her right and tilts it to reveal blood inside. ”If I have to offer a bit of my own life force up to see about helping secure a victory? This is a small and perfectly fine price to pay, quite honestly. And some of you have already seen time and time again I’m fine with giving up as much as needed.” While still keeping a firm hold on the basin, Sam dips her right index and middle fingers inside and begins covering her face, effectively using the blood as war paint. ”Come Black Magic, I won’t be only wearing my own blood, more likely than not. I’ll probably have some of yours. We’ll all probably be painted in crimson, truthfully. But above all else? We’ll still be here, still be standing regardless of the result. Black Magic is your chance to prove that win or lose, you’re as stubborn as us. Because if your resolve weakens enough?” Sam nods behind herself. ”You may as well take your sorry asses out of Mile High, lest we make you do so our damned selves! Time to riot, Black Magic style, bitches! Put up or shut up … let’s see what you all end up doing in the end, shall we?!” The feed cuts out seconds after The Titaness makes her final declaration.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2019 21:09:49 GMT -6
November 18, 2019
The plans were coming together nicely for Caged Turmoil. After discussing things with everyone, they had decided on the order of entry into the cage and what their plan would be once they were in the cage, leaving room to make changes as needed if circumstances dictated. They had spent the last week going over strategy and Jansen felt that Coven was at their strongest. At least until…
“We should talk.”
Maho has walked into the room and spoke to Jansen in Japanese. Jansen knew this conversation was coming at some point. Jansen had been going over footage of the Shieldmaiden, though not really sure why. She had been watching them since day one but she couldn’t help but feel there was something she wasn’t seeing in so much as there might be some sort of weakness there. She placed her tablet on the nightstand near the bed of the New Orleans hotel they were staying in preparation for Black Magic this weekend. She glanced up at her best friend and nods, “I know. When?”
“Monday.”
Shit. “That soon?”
“Yes. My stay was only temporary, we talked about this. I have my own commitments to take care of back in Japan.”
They had talked about this when Maho first came to the United States. That she could only come for a few months and then she had to go back to Japan to get back on track with her own career. Jansen had intentionally not brought this up because she didn’t want Maho to go back to Japan. It was, of course, selfish on her part, but she had just gotten her best friend and they had done so much together in the short time she’d been here. But, Maho was right. She did have to go back. She did have her own career and her own life. This was never meant to be forever.
Jansen scoots to the edge of the bed, “I know. I’m just glad you were able to come at all. At least you’ll be around through Black Magic.” In spite of all their planning, it’s always nice to have an insurance plan. “Afterwards, we’ll go do something fun for your last night here.”
“Sounds good, Jansen. Thank you for inviting me and letting me be a part of Coven.”
“I’d been missing you. Why wouldn’t I have you come the first chance I could? I’ll come visit you next time.” Jansen says as she leans back against the bed. “What do you want to do for dinner.”
“Burgers,” grins Maho as she reaches for a menu from the drawer.
“Again?”
“Again.”
“They don’t have burger places in Japan?”
“Well, they do, but I don’t get to eat them often.”
“You’re getting a little tubby…”
“Don’t finish that sentence, Jansen.”
November 19, 2019
It was like something out of the TV show Punked.
“You want to do what?”
Jansen is on the phone, intently listening with a look of skepticism on her face.
“Is this for real? Because I feel like someone is pranking me right now. Why me?”
When the call first came in, the number was listed as unknown. Jansen almost didn’t answer it. She rarely does. She let it ring more than a few times before finally picking up and when the person on the other end responded with who they were, Jansen was almost certain it was a joke. So as she listened to the explanation on ‘why her’ she found herself nodding, as if someone could see her.
“I see.”
She waited as there was more discussion.
“I guess that makes sense. When would you want to start?”
More discussion on the other end of the phone. Jansen’s head was spinning.
“That should work. I mean, sounds like the best place to start.”
Pause.
“Okay. Send it over and I’ll have my lawyer look over the contract. As long as he feels it’s kosher, then I’ll sign it and get it sent back.”
Pause.
“I guess I’ll see you at Black Magic.”
More discussion.
“Okay, I’ll let Mr. Mack know. Good bye.”
Jansen set her phone down and slumped onto the couch wondering to herself…
“What the fuck just happened?”
November 20, 2019
The FedEx had arrived and Jansen has taken a moment to over this contract they sent her. Not that she was all that savvy with legal jargon, but she could point a few things out. She had already told her lawyer she would be by. She wasn’t sure if this opportunity was legit and she wanted to find out.
Of course, if she signed, this means that she’d have cameras following her every move over the course of the next few months, but that means exposure for herself, for Coven and for MHW. She walked down to the lobby of the hotel and asked them to fax the document for her and then she stepped outside into the cool air of New Orleans.
Her Uber arrived and she climbed in and told them where she was heading. During transit, she received a text from her lawyer that they’d received her document and would be in touch.
The driver pulled up to the curb and Jansen took care of the fee as she headed onto the sidewalk and walked into the Salon.
Her hair was finally long enough to do something with. But, what to do is the real question.
She had saved a few photos on her phone for some ideas of what she might like and was scrolling through them when someone approached her.
“Hello, dear. Welcome! Did you have an appointment?”
Jansen bites back the retort that almost immediately went through her brain and nods, “I do. Myrrh. Jansen Myrrh.”
She looks down at her appointment book on her little podium and nods as she finds Jansen’s name listed there. “Oh, very good. Come this way.”
Jansen follows her through the curtain and is immediately hit with that salon smell as she wrinkles her nose. The come to a stop by a station when she is introduced to her stylist, “This is Jerome. He will be taking care of you this afternoon.”
As the clerk walked off, Jerome motioned towards the chair, “Pleasure to meet you, dear. I would ask what happened to your hair, but I have a feeling I don’t want to know.”
That actually made Jansen laugh. “I’m a wrestler. I lost a match which resulted in me getting my head shaved. It’s finally long enough to actually do something with.”
Jerome cannot seem to grasp the concept of someone getting their head shaved for a wrestling match, but he doesn’t dwell. “So what are we looking at here?”
Jansen is about to show him something on her phone, when a poster catches her eye. She points. “That.”
Jerome turns to look and then turns back to Jansen and then to the poster again and nods. “Well, you’re asking for a miracle, darling, but I am a miracle worker if I don’t say so myself. And that…” he points towards that poster, “Is not going to be cheap.”
Jansen grins at him and nods, “If I wanted cheap, I would have gone somewhere else.” Best to flatter the man who is going to make you look like a million bucks. Now that she thought that, she hopes this doesn’t cost a million bucks. “Can you do it?”
Just a grin from Jerome as he looks down at her with his hands on his hips, “Sweetheart, I can do almost anything. I hope you have an audiobook or something on your phone. You’re going to be here for a while.”
Hours pass and as Jerome puts the finishing touches on Jansen’s hair, he takes a step back and flourishes, “And that, my dear, is what we call in my line of work a miracle.”
Jansen opens her eyes and then looks across to the mirror in front of her. Who is that stranger in the mirror? She grins, nodding. “It’s exactly what I needed.” He removes her cover and she stands up and turns around to see the back and nods. “It’s amazing. Thank you.”
As she pays her bill, tipping generously for his hard work, she steps out of the salon and it has fallen to nighttime in New Orleans.
She reaches for her phone as she starts to walk down the sidewalk to noticed she had a missed call and a text from her lawyer. The text simply reads, “It’s legit.”
November 22, 2019
Jansen had been on her phone with her lawyer to find out the specifics of that contract that was sent over. She was told it’s all pretty standard, nothing crazy. He also told her she would be crazy not to do it. The exposure alone would be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars to her net worth, perhaps even millions. By the time the phone call ended, she had already decided to sign it and send it back.
“Can you record this for me?” she asks Maho as she reaches for her mask.
Maho reaches for Jansen’s phone, “Sure. You’re still going to wear the mask?”
Jansen adjusts the mask on her head before responding, “I was considering doing it without, but what fun would that be?”
They both laugh.
On-Camera
Jansen Myrrh is sitting on a chair at her hotel. She has her mask on and wearing a Coven hoodie as she leans back.
“It’s Shieldmaiden versus Coven once again. So, let’s be real. I’m not going to talk shit here. I’m going to sit here and tell you a story. You see, last year when Mile High Wrestling closed down, I decided to spread my wings and travel. I ended up in Japan after traveling to a few other places. I stepped into the ring and fought some of the toughest opponents that were placed in front of me. I also made quite a few friends. Maho, Muriko, Huruka.”
She shifts a bit in her chair before continuing.
“Then Mile High Wrestling returned. I have Twitter. I have email. I have a goddamned phone. And did Mack Daddy bother to pick his phone up and give me a call and even ask if I wanted to come back to Mile High Wrestling? No. He did not. I heard about it through the Internet. The fucking Internet. Are you kidding me? I was on the verge of something special when this goddamned company shut down and when it comes back, I don’t even get so much as an invitation? ”
“So, I called Mack and asked him “what the fuck” and he stammered and stuttered his way through an apology. I believe he used the term “oversight”. Are you kidding me with this shit? How am I an oversight? So, when I decided to come back, my only intention was to disrupt the status quo. Guess who the fucking status quo is? The fucking Shieldmaiden and goddamned Skrabz.”
“That’s why Coven exists. That’s why all of this went down. That’s what I’m going to continue to do until things change around here. Coven is going to bring that change. Coven is going to turn this fucking company upside down. We won’t stop until there is change.”
“And you know what? Change is going to start at Black Magic. Caged Turmoil. The ultimate us versus them scenario. We aren’t just some randos thrown together to try and create some sort of drama or something special. We are Coven. You are Shieldmaidens. We both are actual groups that give a shit about the others in our groups. We weren’t put together by management. We weren’t created to sell t-shirts, or increase PPV buys or to merchandise the shit out of us. Our teams are an organically created set of entities. That means that no matter what other bullshit is going on this weekend, our Caged Turmoil match has much more at stake.”
“Can the Shieldmaidens maintain their momentum? Or do you really even have momentum? Let’s talk about the Mile High Cup? The final two competitors were Coven members. Leah beat Bullet. Let me say that again, Leah beat Bullet. To say Gabriel Ohio beat Azurine Vebbins would be understating the fact that he destroyed her. And who did he beat in the first round? Another Shieldmaiden member, Psycho. Has she found all her marbles yet?”
“I'll give you one compliment. Hamilton and Layton are a hell of a tag team. I was certain that their first match with DTI would end in defeat, but they pulled it through. They also beat them in the rematch. At least you have a couple in there that have some momentum, but unfortunately and again, I’m not talking shit, that’s about the best you have going for you. The only other Shieldmaiden with any momentum is Zombie and she’s not even in this match, which sucks for you. You might have stood a chance.”
“So, I know you’re going to listen to everything I have to say and come back with something all cute or badass or something that we’ve probably heard a million times from the Shieldmaidens who always complain about hearing the same thing over and over again, but save it. You see, everything I stated here was fact. I’m not going to come out here and predict that Coven is going to win. War Queen Leah, Gabriel Ohio, Muriko and Huruka Ihari and myself are going to step into that cage and we are going to give you the fight of your lives. Expect blood, expect the tearing of flesh and maybe even the breaking of bones inside that cage. Our goal is to make one of you submit, bottom line.”
“So, bring your goddamned best. We already have ours.”
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Post by Psycho on Nov 23, 2019 22:51:33 GMT -6
Post 1 of 2
Off-Camera
Thursday, November 21, 2019
Office of Dr. Angela Li
Orlando, Florida
10:31 AM EST
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire sits in the waiting room next to her wife, Becca “Bruiser” Maguire, both wearing almost matching ensembles of black jeans, black Slipknot “Psychosocial” t-shirts and their Shieldmaiden kuttes. Even their footwear of somewhat tactical boots look similar. As they wait, Psycho glances at the receptionist and shakes her head.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Does tha one always bae givin’ ye looks like tha, Bex? I dinna tink we looked tha naff t’day…
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: I never noticed to be honest, Sorsh. Just ignore her, ya’ll have been through a lot… ya sure ya okay to do this today? I can always reschedule.
Psycho quickly shakes off the idea.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: We already bae haer. Ready or not, we kinna bae turnin’ back now.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Okay then…
Bruiser takes hold of her wife’s hand in hers.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: ...just try to relax, Doctor Li seems cool so ya’ll be fine.
Psycho nods slowly, taking it all in, unable to stop questioning herself about coming here while also being too stubborn to just get up and leave.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I ne’er baen tae one o’ these baefore…
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: I know, and this is only my second session with one o’ these kinda thin’s as well. But don’t worry, I’m here with ya… and remember that Doctor Li’s job is to help us, so ya’ll need to be honest with her about everythin’, ya hear? Even stuff ya’ll haven’t told me about, we ain’t gonna judge ya or think that ya’ll are a terrible person.
Psycho nods nervously.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I’ll… try…
Before Bruiser can answer, they are ushered into Dr. Li’s office. The two have a seat as Dr Li nods to them, smiling brightly.
Dr. Angela Li: Wow, you are quite the striking pair. So..
She nods to Bruiser.
Dr. Angela Li: How are you doing today?
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: It’s been rough since the last time we saw each other, Doc… we…
Bruiser glances over to Psycho and once again takes hold of her hand.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: ...we lost two people very close to us recently. My wife’s brother… and his wife.
Psycho nods and the Dr. Li look at both of them with sympathy mixed with concern.
Dr. Angela Li: This was how recent?
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: We found out on the mornin’ o November 4th… their funeral was yesterday.
Dr. Li frowns in confusion.
Dr. Angela Li: Why the long wait?
Psycho shrugs.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: There were many movin’ parts tae involve. We had tae wait fer the bodies tae bae raelaesed from police custody an’ then have tem cremated. We dinna find out Rynn was tae bae cremated right off an’ then me sister an’ i had tae daecide if our brother would want tae go tha way wif his wife.
She pauses and looks like she wants to scream as she looks at the floor.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An’ e had tae wait fer our parents tae come from Dublin…
The doctor nods slowly.
Dr. Angela Li: Your parents were a problem?
Psycho remains silent for a second as she seems to contemplate something on the carpet.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Me Da dinna approve o’ his children’s romantic partners…
Bruiser scoffs at the mention of her wife’s father.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Aye, the fuckin’ prick couldn’t even get through that phone call ya’ll had to make to ‘em to tell ‘em that their son was dead without makin’ harsh comments to the lot o’ us. I’m surprised he even bothered comin’ to the fuckin’ funeral!
Dr. Li stares at the two momentarily astonished.
Dr. Angela Li: Does your mother agree with him?
Psycho manages a smile.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Me mother loves us all unconditionally.
The mention of Psycho’s mother brings a slight smirk to Bruiser as she nods.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Aye, Mama Maguire’s awesome. She treats me like I’m her daughter too.
Dr. Angela Li: Has your father always been like this?
Psycho nods quickly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, he’s always baen disapprovin’ o’ me sister’s dates baecause they were always girls an’ he dinna like tha baecause o’ his Catholic faith. He dinna like it when I dated ennithin but big strappin’ lads an’ he ne’er approved o’ Shonn’s takin a likin’ tae Aerynn.
Dr. Angela Li: Why not?
Psycho shrugs.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: He always said it was old family business but he’s ne’er baen specific about it.
Dr Li nods slowly.
Dr. Angela Li: And how does this make the two of you feel?
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: As someone o’ faith myself, it pisses me off that my wife’s father is stuck in the fuckin’ 1950’s, people who use their religion as an excuse for why they don’t approve o’ same sex relationships are fuckin’ blind. God created us all, he gave us the right to free will and gave us the ability to love… and love is a fuckin’ emotion that can’t just be turned on and off whenever we want. I just wish he’d open his fuckin’ eyes and see that the woman sittin’ beside me here, his daughter… I love her with all o’ my fuckin’ heart and I would die for her! Surely that has to mean somethin’ to him.
Psycho looks away in shame.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: He was more cordial than I expected at th’ funeral. I dinna expect him tae say word one tae any o’ us but he greeted Bex an’ Katrina bote, even held our son fer th’ first time…
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Aye, probably coz Mama Maguire told him to not to be a dick… and ya’ll need to stop lookin’ so guilty whenever he’s mentioned, Sorsh. Ya’ll ain’t to blame for his pig-headed attitude.
Psycho shakes her head.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I kinna help it, Lass. I love me Da but sometimes I wonder if he loves me…
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Well if he doesn’t love ya? Then he’s missin’ out and doesn’t realise he has the best daughter in the fuckin’ world.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: He bae havin’ more than one, ye know…
Bruiser smiles.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Aye, I know… and Eef is awesome too and he’s lucky to have her as well… but today is about us.
Dr. Li smiles.
Dr. Angela Li: Does your sister feel the same about your father?
Psycho shrugs.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I know she bae afraid o’ upsettin’ him. Naether o’ us were lookin’ forward ate tha call baecause we knew he dinna like it when we call home.
She pauses as if about to say something else but then looks away, suddenly upset.
Dr. Angela Li: What is it?
Psycho looks back, tears starting down her face.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Rynn use tae call them…
Bruiser pulls her wife into an embrace.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: It’s okay, Sorsh… just let it out…
Psycho wipes away her tears and looks up at the doctor.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I’m sorry…
Dr Li shakes her head.
Dr. Angela Li: It’s quite alright, you’re safe in here.
Psycho takes a deep breath and leans into Bruiser.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Rynn used tae make th’ calls baecause she knew Da would throw a fuckin’ rod any time Aoife or I called th’ house but Mum could take Rynn’s call and talk al day baecause it was about their li’l ones…
Dr. Li smiles encouragingly.
Dr. Angela Li: Your brother has children too?
Psycho nods.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, twins, Seán a’ Siobahn.
Dr. Angela Li: How old are they?
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: They jess turned four…
She bites her lip as a new wave starts over her.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: They were in th’ house th’ night Shonn an’ Rynn…
Unable to continue, Psycho bursts into tears all over again.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: I’m here, lass… I’m here…
Bruiser continues to console her wife.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: What Sorsh is tryin’ to say is that the twins were in the house when Shonn and Rynn were killed… they… they died protectin’ ‘em.
Dr. Li nods gravely, knowingly, yet compassionately.
Dr. Angela Li: They sound like remarkable people.
Bruiser nods.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Aye, they were…
Pausing for a moment, she let’s out a small chuckle.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Shonn would always give out to Sorsh about her lovin’ her kicks so much in trainin’... didn’t he, babe?
Bruiser looks over to Psycho, using the positive memory to try and make her feel better. Psycho nods, even giggling a little.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An’ every time I dinna listen tae him, I would regret it in th’ nax match I had… witout fail…
Chuckling again, Bruiser nods.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Aye, ya did. And remember that lasses night out we had with Rynn? When those two wannabe biker dudes tried hittin’ on ya both? Said they loved ya’ll’s Irish accent?
Psycho snickers.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, ye should bae saein’ sum o’ th’ ones we had in Vegas wit Ash an’ they’d ask why Rynn dinna have tats like Aoife, Ash an’ me… tha look she bae givin’ ‘em could have frozen hell an’ cooked heaven at th’ same time!
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Ya know… this is the first time I’ve seen ya laughin’ and smilin’ since we first found out what happened. It’s okay to be upset… but it’s also good to remember the good times we spent with Rynn and Shonn. Those are the memories we should never forget when movin’ forward with our lives.
Dr. Li nods approvingly.
Dr. Angela Li: Does that apply to both of you?
Bruiser nods.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Aye, it does. I’ve been tryin’ to cut down on my drinkin’ and my anger issues like ya’ll suggested… I’ll admit there’s been times when I ain’t done so well with it… but I am tryin’.
Dr. Li nods approvingly again.
Dr. Angela Li: That’s the important part. That you are making the effort, that you are being cognizant of what is going on, recognizing there is a problem and making the conscious effort to help the problem and not just let it happen. This sounds like real progress.
Psycho nods to herself.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, it does at tha, Lass.
Catching herself, she looks up and raises a hand quickly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I’m sorry, Doctor…
Dr. Li almost laughs.
Dr. Angela Li: It’s alright, Saoirse. You have nothing to worry about with me.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Aye, relax, Sorsh… we ain’t at school. What did ya’ll wanna say?
Psycho sighs heavily.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I kin see why ye bae doin’ this, Bex… it does help…
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Aye, I’ll admit… I’ve always been skeptical o’ psychiatrists…
She briefly glances over to Doctor Li.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: ...no offense…
Doctor Li waves off the comment before Bruiser turns back to her wife.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: ...but after Stace gave me Doctor Li’s contact details, and told me that she helped her through her depression, I decided to give it a shot.
Dr. Li nods to them both.
Dr. Angela Li: That’s probably a good place to end this session. I think we should talk about scheduling more this way in the future, and, maybe, when you feel comfortable, trying some solo ones for you Saoirse.
Bruiser looks at Sorsh.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Do ya’ll think ya can manage comin’ here on ya own?
Psycho nods quickly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I kin tink about it, aye…
Dr. Li nods all over again.
Dr. Angela Li: Good, then I’ll see you next time.
Off-Camera
Friday, November 22, 2019
Home of Saoirse and Becca Maguire
New Orleans, Louisiana
9:07 AM CST
The aftermath of the week was getting to “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire and the only question was going to be how well she could hide it from everyone else. Between the funeral on Wednesday, the psychiatrist visit on Thursday and the upcoming doctor’s visit for the young son she shared with her wife, fellow Shieldmaiden, Road Captain Becca “Bruiser” Maguire, Psycho could feel herself starting to crack and that was even before they started talking about the big caged warfare type match they would collectively face on Sunday.
As she looks at little Robbie John Maguire, Psycho sighs heavily, praying no one can really hear her.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I hope th’ doctor jes bae tellin’ us tha ye bae healthy, RJ. I dinna tink I kin handle it if there bae sumtin wrong wit ye now as well.
She hugs the small tot to her chest, listening to him as RJ gurgles happily at being held like this.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I love ye, Robbie John, ye prove tha cliche tae bae true about havin’ no idea about love until ye have it like this…
As she silently continues to hold the baby close to her, voices emerge in the doorway behind her. She turns to see standing i the nursery doorway, Bruiser, as well as their fellow Maidens, psycho’s younger sister, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire, and newly patched in Katrina “Hairicin” Knox, all smiling at her.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Tha bae a beautiful sight, aye?
Bruiser smiles as she folds her arms across her chest.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Aye, lass… the most beautiful sight I’ve seen since I first laid eyes on her in that dress on our weddin’ day.
Katrina "Hairicin" Knox: You think we’ll be so lucky, Eef?
Banshee giggles.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Aye? We kin draem about it…
Psycho blushes at her family’s words.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I bae lovin’ ye all as well!
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: How are ya feelin’, Sorsh?
Psycho shrugs just enough t show it without disturbing the baby in her arms.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Nervous about th’ doctor’s visit wit RJ…
Banshee and Hairicin both smile.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Aw!
Katrina "Hairicin" Knox: At least your priorities are in the right place, Sis!
Psycho nods in mock shock, seemingly incredulous.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Well, look at ye, Lass, ye get tha rocker an ye start talkin’ up th’ food chain!
Hairicin shrugs, moving to stand with her arms folded across her chest in seeming defiance.
Katrina "Hairicin" Knox: I ain’t no prospect anymore, Sorsh…
Banshee nods next to her girlfriend.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Now ye bae a full sister tae us all!
Hairicin turns to her girlfriend and looks to her, mouth opened and quietly stunned, almost appalled at the words.
Katrina "Hairicin" Knox: Aw, don’t say it like that…
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Post by Psycho on Nov 23, 2019 22:53:47 GMT -6
Psycho snickers.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, Bex, ye tink they make good Targaryens?
Banshee smirks.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Aye, we kin bae dragons!
Bruiser smirks as well.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: I don’t know, ya’ll seem more like lions…
Hairicin frowns momentarily.
Katrina "Hairicin" Knox: Should we be insulted that she just called us Lannisters?
Banshee shrugs.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Either way, we bae kings tha go fuckin’ stark ravin’ mad wit fire on paeple!
Bruiser snickers even more.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Yeah, but it also means no matter what, ya’ll are sister fuckers!
Banshee looks at Hairicin, stars in her eyes, and smiles.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Well, they did make this one rather properly fit…
Hairicin stares at Banshee for a second, Bruiser and Psycho standing there almost expectantly.
Katrina "Hairicin" Knox: Oh God, don’t talk like that… it’s too… English…
Banshee steps back, seemingly insulted.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: If I had a glove, I’d be smackin’ ye wit it!
Psycho shrugs again.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I’d pay tae see tha, Lass!
Bruiser nods.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Aye, same here.
All four start laughing together heartily.
Katrina "Hairicin" Knox: Now that is a welcome fucking sight!
Banshee nods her agreement.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: First time in some time, aye?
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Aye… and ya know? This is good. Rynn and Shonn wouldn’t want us spendin’ the rest o’ our lives mopin’ around and feelin’ like shite. If they were here they’d probably give us all a smack upside the head if we were doin’ that…
Bruiser puts her right arm around Psycho and puts her left arm around Banshee with her left hand resting on Hairicin’s shoulder as she looks at all three of them.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: They might be gone, but we still got each other, and that’s what’s important.
Banshee nods quickly, hairicin doing the same alongside her.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Aye, that bae true. Shonn would bae more…
She trails off as she searches for the proper word here.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Rynn would have smacked us fer certain. Shonn probably would have baen more like…
Psycho nods in agreement.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Like Mum.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Gotta love Mama Maguire, it was nice seein’ her again at the funeral. Hopefully next time we see her it’s under better circumstances.
Now it’s Hairicin’s turn to nod in agreement with the others.
Katrina "Hairicin" Knox: It was certainly nice to get to know her some. You guys think she’ll ever get your father to come around?
Bruiser folds her arms again as a frown comes across her features as she shakes her head.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: I fuckin’ doubt it. The fuckin’ prick never accepted Rynn bein’ Shonn’s partner… so expectin’ him to accept a same sex relationship is like tryin’ to get blood from a fuckin’ stone.
Psycho nods slowly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Plaese stan’ fer me…
Katrina "Hairicin" Knox: Name your God and bleed the freak!
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Alice in Chains? I’m more of a Metallica chick.
Banshee grins.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: So we bae dubbin’ him Unforgiven then?
Bruiser chuckles and nods.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Aye. I’m also a big fan o’ Slipknot too… it’s why I keep buggin’ Sorsh about usin’ Psychosocial for her theme coz when Corey yells Psychosocial it sounds like he’s yellin’ Psycho Sorsha.
Simultaneously, both Banshee and hairicin erupt.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: PSYCHO SORSHA!!! PSYCHO SORSHA!!! PSYCHO SORSHA!!! PSYCHO SORSHA!!!
Katrina "Hairicin" Knox: PSYCHO SORSHA!!! PSYCHO SORSHA!!! PSYCHO SORSHA!!! PSYCHO SORSHA!!!
Psycho nods knowingly, almost laughing even with a tinge of sadness in her eyes.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Shonn used tae say th’ same as well.
Hairicin shrugs.
Katrina "Hairicin" Knox: Maybe that’s a fucking sign?
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Hairicin has a point there, lass… could be a nice way to pay tribute to him. After all, he was the one who started off trainin’ ya… as much credit ya’ll give me for trainin’ ya… he was the one who started it all.
Banshee nods.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Aye, an’ Bullet, Bandit, me an’ Sangre as well.
Hairicin cocks her head slightly to the right.
Katrina "Hairicin" Knox: Didn’t he help Jack and Sam train to kick BCB’s asses too?
Psycho smiles brightly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, he did at tha. I tink he trained almost all o’ us at some point, even paeple like Gabi an’ Tibs some.
Katrina "Hairicin" Knox: And me.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Trained me a bit as well… and lookin’ at where all the people are now that he trained, he did a fuckin’ fine job.
Psycho nods, seemingly amazed.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Sam and Rynn bae givin’ him multiple world champions tae his credit, tae say nuttin’ o’ the pedigree as a trainer he’d have in Mile High an Soutern Rebellion alone.
Banshee smiles as brightly as her sister.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: I almost wish I could talk Sangre an’ Fi intae goin’ somewhere jes fer his legacy! Try out th’ Omens as a taem an’ see if we can add tae his count!
Crossing her arms again, Hairicin frowns playfully.
Katrina "Hairicin" Knox: And you wouldn’t take me with you?
Bruiser nudges Hairicin with her arm and smirks.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Sounds like someone’s a lil jealous.
Before Hairicin can answer, Banshee leans over and hugs her girlfriend.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Dinna tink I had tae say ye were there, Lass. Tha bae jes a givin’ tae me…
Hairicin smiles at the response.
Katrina "Hairicin" Knox: Good answer!
Psycho nods as she glances at her son.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I tink he bae aslaep…
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Probably bored senseless coz o’ our ramblin’ and lack of payin’ him any attention, the poor lad. Why don’t ya’ll give him here and I’ll take him upstairs and put him in his crib?
Psycho nods and hands him over to Bruiser.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, maybe we go find th’ others an’ train some as well…
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Sounds like a good idea…
Bruiser turns her attention to Banshee and Hairicin.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Mind babysittin’ while we go and train for a bit?
Banshee and Hairicin nod in unison.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: O’ course!
Katrina "Hairicin" Knox: Always.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Cheers. Alright, I’ll put him to bed and then we’ll head out.
On-Camera
Saturday, November 23, 2019
Warehouse Gym
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
3:09 PM CST
The camera opens on “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire sitting under the familiar black banner with the white Shieldmaidens lettering on it dressed in blue jeans, black Slipknot t-shirt that reads “Psychosocial” in big red letters across the top of it, and her Shieldmaidens kutte. Leaning against the wall, Psycho, allows her gaze to fall to the floor, seemingly almost staring at her toes, her Mile High Wrestling Hardcore Championship sitting just in front of her.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, we bae haer, Shonn. Aeven witout ye haer, we kinna stay away. Ye always made us fael at home haer so much tha aeven wit ye gone…
She pauses, allowing her eyes to close.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I never tought ye would let me come haer. Ye always warned me o’ th’ dangers o’ gettin’ in th’ rin, aeven told me how much it would hurt aeven on th’ good days. Ye told me It wouldna bae aesy an tha I would have tae put in more work than I had ever concaeved o’ baefore an’ yet, when I persisted, ye dinna turn me away. Ye told me I should learn the basics wit ye an’ then go an try another so i wouldn’t bae stuck wit one style an’ tha turned out tae bae th’ best advice o’ me life baecause I dinna jes get a wrestl;in’ education tha way…
A small smile comes to her face even as her eyes remain closed.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I found me love, me wife, an’ got a life I never tought I would have…
She nods to herself, almost rocking herself slightly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I went tae tha Hybrid Combat School an’ learned how tae add tae whot ye taught me an’ I found Bex…
Her right hand slowly balls into a fist.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An’ then th’ Children found us.
She pauses before opening her eyes and looking up to the sky.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye know whot happened next. We spent five months chained in holes in tha God fersaken place, bein’ tortured every day fer oter paeples sins an’ all th’ while, ye made sure I ne’er gave up on th’ ones fightin’ fer us on th’ outside. Ye made sure I bae kaepin’ me faith. Ye an’ Zachary Saers made sure tha Nikki, Marie an’ th’ oters kept their faith as best ye could as well an’ when we got out, ye were th’ first one tae check on me baefore ye aeven checked on yerself.
Her fist lifts just barely off the floor and then pounds gently back down.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I love ye, an’ I miss ye, Shonn. Ye were always me big broter…
Taking a deep breath, she closes her eyes again and looks back to the floor.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: We all bae missin’ ye, Shonn. Sam an’ Jack kapt winnin’ baecause o’ how ye prepared them fer their different opponents. Alex walked intae Mile High an’ put a stamp on th’ place so much tha she’s still on graphics aeven fer shows she dinna appaer on includin’ one tha’s basically named after her called Ammo. She was able tae do tha baecause o’ th’ tin’s ye bae taechin’ her in haer. Bex is so ready tae take her place in th’ panthaeon tha she bae champin’ at th’ fuckin’ bit tae get herself her own championship opportunities an’ it’s baecause ye baelieved in her and pushed her aeven when she tought she bae done an’ couldna go anymore!
She nods to herself again and points to the floor.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye did tha haer! Aoife, Essie, Tibs, an’ Gabi are all continuin’ their trainin’ jes like ye told them tae do. Wendy aeven took some o’ yer tips an got herself tings I dinna tink aeven she tought she would get th’ way she did.
Taking another deep breath, Psycho leans back against the wall and taps the floor with her fist again.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye inspired us all, Shonn, an’ tha bae why we’re ready tae go tae war…
Her eyes snap open and she glares into the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Jansen Myrrh, War Queen Leah, Double…
She pauses and then nods pointedly in acknowledgement.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Oh, right, ye bae sayin’ tha isnay ye anymore, yer jes Muriko an’ Huruka Ihari…
Again, she pauses to nod in acknowledgement.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Solomo…
For the third time, she has to pause and nod in acknowledgement.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Oh, right, he bae gone baecause he couldna take whot happened and folded in on himself.
She shrugs dismissively.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Emily….
A fourth pause and nods.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Oh, right, she’s nay in this match aether baecause… whotever gobshite excuse ye kin come up wit…
Rolling her eyes, Psycho sits up onto her knees.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: And Gabriel Ohio, me old friend…
She glances down to the floor and shakes her head.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye all would probably say this bae where I baelong, on me knees, saeminly beggin’ fer it all tae stop, especially since Gabriel finally got one on me, yeah?
Slowly, Psycho looks up to the camera and glares hatefully, angrily.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: None o’ ye know whot ye bae talkin’ ‘bout when ye start witth’ Shieldmaidens’ name in yer mouts! Ye all talk about how we bae frauds, or we jes kinna measure up or…
She waves her hand, waving off whatever thought might be hanging around nearby.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Tha it jes bae a matter o’ time baefore we crack an’ fall in on ourselves baecause, we jes kinna cut it.
Still glaring angrily, Psycho stands up, fire in her eyes.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I learned a long time ago in this very gym tae get back up off me knees after I had baen knocked down! We willna stay down! Big scary Gabriel Ohio came fer me an’ I survived. He came back fer me again, an’ I survived. He came back again an’ again an’ th’ only time he managed tae get me was when I dinna know he was comin’! Jansen came fer Wendy an’ lost her hair! Leah came fer me an’ I survived! Th’ Iharis came fer Sam and Jack an’ they survived! Paeple have baen comin’ fer Alex fer her entire caraer an’ she’s still haer whether ye bae likin’ it or not!
Her head cocks slightly to the right, the fire increasing as she points accusingly into the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye kin say all o’ yer supposed facts, all o’ yer opinions, all o’ yer sick burns! Ye kin brin’ whotever weapons ye bae likin’, ye tell eyrselves whotever ye naed tae haer tae tell yerselves tha ye bae th;’ ones ate take us down an’ take us out! Many have come tae Mile High an’ said they would do tha an’ we’re still haer an’ runnin’ th’ palce th’ same as we always did!
She waves her hand aside and then makes the sign of the cross to the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Wave yer hands, wave yer wands, use all yer smoke an’ mirrors tae make yerselves look like the Black Magic ye tink ye are! Yer comin’ intae our house, in our home an’ ye best bae baelievin’ we willna bae takin’ kindly tae a bunch o’ whiny, entitled witches tinkin’ all they have tae do is show up an’ they’ll take our places at th’ top!
She slaps her leg and sets as if to swing it into a kick.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I’ve knocked ye out baefore, an’ I’ll do it again baecause I’ll nay bae taken out by th’ likes of’ ye!
Her fist flies out and then points to the ground defiantly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Not now, not tomorrow, not ever!
Psycho’s hand moves back up to point to herself dead i the chest.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I baen tae hell, I took everytin’ they could give me an’ I came out th’ oter end ready to start knockin’ ye all down like fuckin’ tenpins!
She moves in closer so that the camera zooms in whether it wants to or not.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye wanted this fuckin’ war an’ yer gonna get it baecause we are th’ Shieldmaidens an’ we dunna back down!
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Post by Bullet on Nov 24, 2019 0:20:11 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Friday, November 22, 2019
Church Room
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
?0:00 ?M CST
War!
Many called for it in an almost flippant manner that seems to demean the word. For the Shieldmaidens MC, the word was being thrown around a lot, seemingly at every turn and, in most cases, without much of a thought of what that word actually mean and what they are really doing.
It’s a figure of speech, an exaggeration too easily engaged in for the purposes of bravado and hyperbole by those uninitiated into its true horrors.
The Shiledmaidens and Chrome Dragons were not such people to use that word so flippantly or casually, especially not after the last few weeks. Having lost two of their own to a war they did not even know they were a part of, this week had seen them finally able to have the proper funeral service for the departed Aerynn “Chaos” Maguire and Shonn “Malleus” Maguire. With two days to come to grips with their new reality, Sheildmadiens President Alex “Bullet” Carbajal had called for a meeting to compare notes and see where everything stood for this now. Arriving into the church room of the Shieldmaidens Clubhouse were Chrome Dragons Vice President Sonny “Vice” Rollins, Sgt-At-Arms Khary “Spectre” Kenyon along with the group they tended to call “3-D”, full patches Todd “Dammit” Warren, Davis “Doomsday” Delacio and Donnie “Devastator” Samuelsson. Joining them were Shieldmaidens Vice President Angelique “Angel” LeRoux, Sgt-At-Arms Essentia “Sangre” Carbajal, Treasurer Jocelyn “Tibs” Thibault and full patches Jackie “Bandit” Layton, Tanya “Crash” Christensen, Danya “Burn” Christensen and Wendy “Zombie” Pellegrini. As they all take their seats, Nikki Peltier, a rare non-member of one of the two clubs, enters and also take a seat at the table.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Thank you all for coming. As you all know, we’ve had feelers out to see what could have happened and who all could have been involved in what happened to El Martillo and Rynn. Having seen Widow, RJ and Lyric back in town for this and the look on Forge’s face, the seriousness of this cannot be understated. We have had war declared on us on three fronts and we need to know now if they are related or we are really facing war on three separate fronts.
Angel frowns. This was not the kind of news that she wanted to hear but knew had to have been coming.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: SRW, MHW and here at home?
Bullet nods grimly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We need to know if they are related and how deep this goes.
Tibs just shakes her head. The wrestling talk and the murders of their brethren did not seem to cross over on all fronts.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: Isn’t the SRW one kind of over now that La Rebelion are the hunted? I just can’t see them working with anyone else.
Angel nods her agreement with Tibs.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Didn’t they start out with three?
Shaking her head slightly, Bandit scoffs at the La Rebelion talk.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: They did and I agree with Tibs. I can’t see where they would work even with the Coven, much less have anything to do with the Children of Nephilim! They just wanted to do well there and have no religious leaning in anyway. They’re just touch Mexican bicthes is all.
Zombie grimaces.
Wendy "Zombie" Pellegrini: No offense to you guys, but SRW seems like small potatoes when it comes to the Children especially with the Kingdom no longer there and no one they like to target involved at all.
Bullet nods to the door.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Psycho…
Zombie shrugs almost apologetically.
Wendy "Zombie" Pellegrini: Eh, is she really worth it by herself to make that kind of effort on something will help them with nothing else? If you’re going to kill the people she would have affected, what would you want or need with her? She’d be collateral damage at this point.
Bullet nods to everyone at the table.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I would say yes, but since they have other, better options for it, you are probably right when it comes to SRW and La Rebelion. Especially with MHW coming here this weekend. Between the Coven, Tyke Index, Pretty Ricky, even Skrabz…
Bandit can’t believe her ears.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You really think Skrabz would go near them?
Bullet snickers slightly, barely enough to even call it one.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: If he thought they would keep him number one and maybe get him laid with no strings attached?
This time, it’s Khary’s turn to speak up.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: Even then, if what y’all say about that man is true, his ego would never allow him to subjugate himself to something like the Children. He has to be number one, that would never happen in a situation like the Children.
Vice sighs aloud.
Sonny "Vice" Rollins: This is true. He could never hold a post aside from president, or king, he’d never allow himself to be somebody else’s pawn.
Bandit almost laughs at the idea of Skrabz playing somebody else’s number two.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You saw what he did to the Bitch City Bitchboys when they lost to me and Sam again. He couldn’t toss them aside like last night’s broken condom fast enough!
Zombie nods resignedly.
Wendy "Zombie" Pellegrini: Was almost funny…
Sange shakes her head.
Essentia "Sangre" Carbajal: Not that funny...
Zombie shrugs, now grinning playfully.
Wendy "Zombie" Pellegrini: I did say almost.
Bullet nods, taking it all in.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So, what do we actually know at this point besides what Ashley and Maiko told Khary there that night?
Bandit glances at her notes.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I asked around, the usual suspects, none of them sounded like the guys that would have done this. They were all more, fuck with low level dealers, shake down corners mafia style kind of guys. Not the kind that could get away with this at all. They’d stick out too much. A beat cop that can never get out of his own way on one corner, a vice cop that probably sells more product than the actual dealers on another, nothing like what we were looking for. It’s like the guys are ghosts or something…
She pauses to look to the Spectre, Khary.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: No offense…
Khary shrugs, smiling with amusement.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: None taken, I get it. I did the same with anybody I thought would know. Same results, couple of cops that like to hassle perps that should probably be doing the perp walk themselves but nothing like this.
Bullet nods to Doomsday.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What about the fight scene?
Doomsday quickly shakes his head.
Davis "Doomsday" Delacio: I made a few calls. Shonn hadn’t made any new enemies and even his old ones weren’t looking to settle any scores. They knew he wasn’t really active active anymore, just a few for his wife or some of us every so often, not like he was before he went inside. I even called a couple of the guards back in Massachusetts. They sent their condolences and were shocked to hear of what happened.
Devastator can’t believe his ears.
Donnie "Devastator" Samuelsson: Yous told them what really happened?
Doomsday raises a hand to calm his large friend down.
Davis "Doomsday" Delacio: No, I gave them the cover story. They were surprised somebody got the drop on them and even more surprised they got ‘em at home but there was nothing to that angle. He was clean as far as that world saw it, even after that incident with the traffickers. Far as i could tell that had actually won him a sort of free pass so to speak.
Bullet nods knowingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: They gave him credit for taking down the caremondas?
Doomsday turns to look at her and nods affirmatively.
Davis "Doomsday" Delacio: Pretty much, yeah. They thought he did the world a favor with it.
She nods and then turns to Vice.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What about on your end?
Vice an only shrug apologetically.
Sonny "Vice" Rollins: At the risk of sounding like a broken record, pretty much the same. I got a few reports of the local racing scene being hassled, but it was pretty much the usual shit. Couple of idiots who didn’t take the time and effort to really cover their shit got busted. Couple of others got reckless and crashed in a bad spot, but they were all what you would call good, legit busts. There were no stings or inside type jobs. No rivals fucking with each other. The cops involved were all the kind that are the usual poor fuckers who get saddled with the idiot jobs. Parts guys, one got busted for selling fake pot to a cop because he was too crocked to realize it was a guy in uniform…
Khary’s jaw drops.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: Jesus...
Zombie shakes her head in stunned disbelief.
Wendy "Zombie" Pellegrini: How in the fuck….
Bullet almost laughs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Pelota…
Vice nods, looking as darkly amused as Bullet.
Sonny "Vice" Rollins: I would agree with all of those sentiments, but that’s about as far as that scene goes. They’re funny stories to tell over a beer, but nothing that helps us.
Bullet nods and then turns to the Maiden IT team, Crash and Burn.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What did you find?
Crash taps on her tablet while her twn does the same on her own tablet.
Tanya "Crash" Christensen: It’s the strangest thing… there was a list of like… nine police officers that we found next to nothing on…
Burn nods, still swiping through things on her tablet.
Danya "Burn" Christensen: They were cleaner than the clean cops!
Bullet frowns in confusion.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Cleaner?
The twins nod.
Tanya "Crash" Christensen: Like, even the cleanest, most straight arrow cops will have the occasional parking ticket, or speeding ticket, or some other bullshit complaint.
Burn shakes her head at the facts she sees before her.
Danya "Burn" Christensen: These guys had the cleanest jackets you have ever seen. None of them had a complaint against them for anything. No notations against them by superiors or other officers. You’d think they were fucking robots or something.
Crash can’t help but smirk at her sister’s words.
Tanya "Crash" Christensen: That would actually be kinda cool. Android cops like in Almost Human…
Knowing her sister’s predilections, Burn rolls her eyes.
Danya "Burn" Christensen: Oh here we go with the Karl Urban and Michael Ealy shit again…
Crash shrugs, smirking playfully.
Tanya "Crash" Christensen: So fuckin’ sue me, they’re hot pieces of manflesh and I enjoyed every second of getting to watch them on screen!
Burn nods, her annoyance showing through.
Danya "Burn" Christensen: Yeah, rtight, you just wanted to watch that stupid scene about Karl’s balls on repeat while you got ready to click your mouse!
Crash stares at her sister, her mouth hanging open as if she wants to retort but can’t find the proper response at the moment.
Tanya "Crash" Christensen: I… resemble that remark…
Khary shakes his head, laughing despite himself.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: TMI on that one…
Vice can’t help but smirk at his fellow Dragon’s discomfort.
Sonny "Vice" Rollins: Speak for yourself, Spectre. Let ‘em talk like that all they want.
The twins hand out hard copies of their list of police to everyone at the table.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So, this is the list?
Zombie frowns, recognizing every name on the list.
Wendy "Zombie" Pellegrini: That’s the same list of people that Tony heard had a rep but somehow stay on the up and up seemingly by fucking magic. Like nothing official, just things you would only hear via cop talk, cop to cop. Shit you wouldn’t find looking through official channels because nothing is on official channels.
Nikki nods her agreement with Zombie.
Nikki Peltier: I saw the same list and the same thing. These were the cleanest records in the NOPD and as I got looking, I realized something. They were too clean…
She compares the list to her own tablet just to make sure, nodding as she goes down point by point.
Nikki Peltier: Like, they were all somebody who would appeal to a different group in town, somebody who you’d think would be on the take with one group/gang/cartel/club/whatever and yet… nothing…
Finally, finishing she looks up to face the table.
Nikki Peltier: Like, they’re all TOO perfect…
The twins nod their agreement with Nikki’s assessment.
Tanya "Crash" Christensen: Yeah, they were. It was amazing. Most of them don’t even have a bullshit complaint on their records. Like, they don’t even have a complaint that was withdrawn, it’s like they’re not humans.
Zombie shakes her head in disbelief at the list.
Wendy "Zombie" Pellegrini: Tony said they all had reps that should have rap sheets that look like you should be asking why do they even still have a job?
Looking up to the table, she can only shake her head again.
Wendy "Zombie" Pellegrini: He even heard that some of them might have had things removed or charges just…
Nikki glances down to her notes and quickly scrolls to the third page.
Nikki Peltier: So, I started looking….
She finds what she is looking for and nods in acknowledgement to Zombie.
Nikki Peltier: Tony probably is not wrong. I don’t know how exactly it was done, but their jackets have all been scrubbed. Like I can’t tell you what vanished, but I know something did on each one and in every case it was early on in their records.
Bullet frowns in confusion.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Early?
Bandit frowns as well.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Why would somebody do that?
Everyone ponders the question for a moment, thinking over the possibilities. It’s Sangre who finally breaks the silence after nearly a full minute passes.
Essentia "Sangre" Carbajal: It would be a great way to have a hold on somebody.
A look of dawning comprehension passes over Nikki’s face.
Nikki Peltier: It’s a leash, that’s what they call things like this. It’s what they called it when they took me and the others and…
Her eyes close, her head droops and she pounds the table with her right fist in frustration.
Nikki Peltier: Fuck, I should have seen it before!
Vice frowns, still visibly confused.
Sonny "Vice" Rollins: Seen what?
Nikki looks up, grim anger seeming suddenly bubble up inside the usually cheerful woman.
Nikki Peltier: The kids…
Bullet cocks her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Chinos?
Nikki nods, seemingly working it out more and more as the seconds tick by.
Nikki Peltier: It was something Ash mentioned on the stream I helped with at the funeral so that Shen and Maureen could see their grandkids. She said they tried to hit some other places at the same time they hit this one and it just clicked. She told me they tried to hit the Cochrane house too and I got looking and noticed that area had been given the same treatment as Shonn and Aerynn’s had. They were looking for leashes.
Bullet looks to Angel, then Bandit and finally back to Nikki.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Are you saying… that Shonn and Aerynn…
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Collateral damage?
Khary shakes his head adamantly.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: No way, Ash and Maiko both seemed to think they were being targeted.
Now, it’s Zombie’s turn to slap the table.
Wendy "Zombie" Pellegrini: It was a twofer…
Nikki nods, pointing to Zombie for emphasis.
Nikki Peltier: Yes, they wanted leashes and they got to hit the Children where it hurts at the same time. And these cops have got to be their contacts here. There’s just no other explanation.
As everyone pauses to take this new information in, Bullet looks at Nikki, the twins and Zombie.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Did you find any connections to the Coven, or Robert Mack, or Pretty Ricky?
Sangre frowns.
Essentia "Sangre" Carbajal: Wasn’t Robert Mack at the funeral?
Tibs nods quickly.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: He was. Eric Donavan and Brianna Summers from Hybrid were also there in the same manner/function.
Bandit nods, turning to face her president.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I don’t think he comes to the funeral of a hit he set up, Ale.
Vice nods his agreement with Bandit’s assessment of the situation.
Sonny "Vice" Rollins: I know I wouldn’t.
Angel nods as well.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Me either.
Nikki shrugs, looking to the twins.
Nikki Peltier: Did you find any connections?
Burn shakes her head.
Danya "Burn" Christensen: No, that was the other funny part. It’s like Zombie said about Tony and his findings. Every one of them looked like they should have been the perfect recruit for somebody in town be it the Russians, the Cartel, the Klan, somebody and…
Zombie is quick to agree with this idea.
Wendy "Zombie" Pellegrini: Yeah, Tony did say that too. That they were all crying out to be somebody’s inside bitch.
Nikki frowns almost apologetically, wishing she had better news to share.
Nikki Peltier: I didn’t find any connections either, it’s what made me think they had to be the Children’s people. It would be their M.O. to be that untraceable.
Bullet looks to the table and nods, visibly frustrated but unwilling to give in to it.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Hijueputa…
Sighing heavily, she looks up to the table again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We need to start looking into these guys.
Vice can’t nod fast enough.
Sonny "Vice" Rollins: I agree, we need to know who they are, what they do, where they go…
Khary smirks, quite obviously happy to hear this idea.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: Sounds like we’re gonna go on a fishing trip.
Bullet ndos to Khary.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: If we have any luck, we will catch the big one this time!
Pausing, she turns to face the twins.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Crash, Burn, go back and start digging deeper into these people. We need to know as much as we can about their daily lives if we’re going to make a move.
The twins nod in return.
Tanya "Crash" Christensen: On it.
Bullet nods approvingly and then turns to Zombie and Tibs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Zombie, you and Tibs put your heads together to divide the list up so we can start to do recon on them.
Vice nods to the two women.
Sonny "Vice" Rollins: Khary, you and Dammit get in on this. We’re not sitting this one out.
Khary nods in response.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: Got it.
Bullet glances over to Nikki, seemingly eager to get to work.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Nik, can you keep looking to see if Stanton or the Coven, especially Jansen or Ohio has any connection to them? We need to know if the war on that front is going to go nuclear or not.
Nikki nods affirmatively.
Nikki Peltier: You got it.
Sitting back in her chair, Bullet nods to the entire assembled group.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Bueno, now we prepare for Sunday… knowing in the end, some of us have already gone to Valhalla. We have paid in blood, now it’s our turn to receive payment!
On-Camera
Saturday, November 23, 2019
Warehouse Gym
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
11:09 PM CST
The camera opens on Alex “Bullet” Carbajal and Jackie “Bandit” Layton standing together under the familiar black banner with the white Shieldmaidens lettering on it dressed in matching black jeans, black band t-shirts, Megadeth for Bullet, Misfits for Bandit, black tactical boots and their Shieldmaidens kuttes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We have too much pride in ourselves….
Bandit shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Pride goeth before a fall...
Bullet just shakes her head at this.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Estas pelotas se escuchan sí mismas?
Bandit can’t help but scowl.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Why listen to yourself when you don’t even really pay attention to everything in the first place? Or even if you do hear something, you don’t really hear it, you just sort do mental gymnastics around it and then throw out a phrase like…”fit your own narrative,” which makes me wanna smash a bitch every time somebody says that. It is so fucking overused by these whiny pseudointellectual woke bullshit artists whenever they wanna call somebody a liar but know they probably can’t get away with it completely.
Bullet looks at her girlfriend and nods knowingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Well, you do watch those news channels the way others watch football, Jack. You’re rather more well-versed in chiviados than most…
Bandit looks to her president and girlfriend incredulously.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Just because I watch to see who slung the worst bullshit today doesn’t mean I like to smell it up close and personal the way some of these people seem to think so!
Bullet nods pointedly before glaring angrily into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hágame una catorce y esta moscas! ¡Pilas! ¡Deje de mamar gallo y pilas!
Bandit shrugs dismissively.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Why? It’s much easier to ignore shit and just spout nonsense, ask the illustrious POTUS!
Bullet snaps her fingers sarcastically.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Paila!
Bandit nods knowingly, visibly irritated.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yeah, it is too bad, but shit happens, right?
Nodding knowingly yet approvingly, Bullet sighs aloud.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Es las verdad...
Bandit just shakes her head, looking irritated as all hell.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Singled him out…
Bullet frowns.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Es la verdad?
Bandit shrugs dismissively.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Well, it’s nice to see what you really think of your own teammates then! I mean, we knew you all really didn’t think that much of poor Emily Falls…
Bullet snickers mirthlessly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Pobrecita…
Bandit looks to the floor and shakes her head in annoyance.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I can’t believe we actually have to listen to this bullshit. They should be better than this charade by now...
Looking up, Bandit glares harshly into the camera.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You all have the balls to look at us and tell us you’re a unita dn we’re a fucking fashion statement when you cut and run from Solomon the second he was inconvenient, you backed away from Emily when you didn’t think she could help you anymore and even the sisters in your group don’t want to work together as a team anymore. None of you know the first fucking thing about being a damn unit!
Bullet nods her agreement.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jansen used to at least make an effort to lie but now, but now it’s like she can’t wait to get to where she can just stab everybody in the back and claim you were all the problem all along, that you were holding her back. You claim this was a year in the making repeatedly even though we all know that’s mierda and even if it wasn’t, you work together as if you only just met up for coffee the first week and decided the creamer was bad so it must be our fault because I’m from Colombia and the coffee had to come from somewhere, yes?
Bandit shakes her head as Bullet’s glare turns as harsh as her compatriot’s.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You come together on us, attack us once, declare our time is over. The next week we attack you one by one, put Emily on the shelf for a week and send Solomon running into the arms of his own demons so badly…
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: He’s just gone.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Then you start writing checks…
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Ones you can’t cash against me…
Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton walks out to join her sisters.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: And me!
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire walks out to join them as well.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An’ me!
Bruiser steps up next to her sisters.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Me too.
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And you kept on writing checks you could not hope to cover….
Wendy “Zombie” Pellegrini, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire and Katrina “Hairicin” Knox join their sisters.
Wendy "Zombie" Pellegrini: Bounced a few myself.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And no matter how many checks you write that get sent back, no matter how many times you try to tell the world that you are the unit and we are not, when it comes to it, push come to shove, you avoid, you run away, you give up and we stand here waiting for your next shot. We are never alone…
With that, a light turns on behind them to show Angelique “Angel” LeRoux, Essentia “Sangre” Carbajal, Jocelyn “Tibs” Thibault, Leonie “Queeni” Laveau, Fianna “Fetch” Kenyon, Tanya “Crash” Christensen and Danya “Burn” Christensen standing with the rest of them.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We... are the Shieldmaidens. We came, we saw, we kicked ass, we took the place by its juevos and we have never let go!
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So if you’re gonna come…
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: You damn well better come hard!
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Because if you don’t….
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Yer gonna get fuckin’ run down!
Bullet holds her hand out in the shape of a gun and all the others do the same in unison.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Si ustedes quieren una guerra, entonces tendrán una guerra!
The Shieldmaidens: BANG!
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Post by Gabriel Ohio on Nov 24, 2019 0:24:49 GMT -6
A dark room.
Apart from the flickering lightbulb suspended from the ceiling.
Ohio sits in a chair.
Straightjacket restricts him.
Shackles bind him to the floor.
Gabriel stands to his feet and walks and the shackles shatter and the straightjacket tears apart as he stretches his arms out.
We notice as the light sways that he has started to unbandage his arm.
He slowly unwraps it; the burns are sore, red and swollen with infection and puss.
He looks down at his hand and there is an air pocket on his hand, he squeezes it firmly, clenching his fist and the sound of a sloppy ooze being compressed in his hand.
He opens it again and its puss covered.
He then slowly removes his top and his body is covered with words.
This is not a tattoo; the words are carved into his flesh.
Cinis cinerem, pulvis et cinis, Vita et mors: animarum cicatricum refertam. Ne eorum memoriam doloris vivet in aeternum.
Translation: Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, Life to death, souls scarred. Let their memories of pain live on forever.
There are many names. Names from HcW, names from MHW, Names from other long since lost federations.
Some names are obviously fresher than others.
Suddenly Ohio looks very giddy, very childlike.
Ohio’s demeanour changes, way more serious, much colder.
Gabriel pulls out a flick blade and carves Psycho’s full name onto his ribcage.
Ohio says the name slowly. He mutters inaudibly and then roars in a fit of rage.
Gabriel drags a fingertip up his body, and starts circling a scar on the skin over his heart, an old scar, and it is the name Samantha Titaness Hamilton.
Gabriel once again winces, hits himself in the head a few times, battling with himself? Maybe.
He regains his composure.
Gabriel throws the blade into the camera lense, causing it crack then distort.
Fade to black.
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