Almost two months after a ‘job gone wrong’ landed the War Queen in the hospital, still couldn’t “let it go” as Paul told her. For the most part all healed up minus her left wrist remaining in a soft cast physically she was okay. Mentally, it was a totally different story. That job loomed in her mind over and over again for the last two months and today was going to be the day she got her vengeance. Morgan Gibson was a nobody to the world. He ran up debt all over town and spent most of his days coked out of his mind. You could almost equate him to a 2009 version of Tyke Index. Morgan, however, didn’t have the same luck as Tyke did. Standing only five foot nine and weighing barely 160 pounds soaking wet the “job” of collecting should have been easy. There were reasons Morgan evaded his debts as often as he did though. On that night, two months ago, the War Queen was introduced to those reasons. Lawrence Bradley… six foot four inches… two hundred sixty pounds. Steven Boz… six foot three… two hundred fifty pounds. Neither man had any problem taking out Morgan’s problems; even if the problem were a five foot seven, one hundred thirty pound woman.
20 Year Old Leah: Alright you sons of bitches. Momma’s here and she’s ready to delve out some whoopings.
Leah mumbled under her breath to herself as she stood just around the corner in an alleyway behind the Pink Monkey strip club. It was almost two in the morning at this point but she knew Morgan and his thugs would be leaving any time soon. Despite it being the middle of the summer, Leah tried to hide in the shadows wearing a black hooded sweatshirt and black sweatpants. She even wore a black handkerchief to cover her face so she wouldn’t be recognized. Finally the moment had come. All those nights lying awake reliving what those goons did to her. She would get her retribution.
Morgan Gibson: Do you know who I am? I’m Morgan fucking Gibson. I can buy any of those girls in there. You don’t have any right.
Morgan had gotten a bit too handsy tonight. Actually, he was handsy most nights and clientele at the Pink Monkey were done with it for tonight. The owner escorted him out without much restraint despite Morgan’s aggressive tone. Then again, that’s why he kept Lawrence and Steven around. He’d make a mess of the situation. They were there to either clean up the mess or take care of it; whatever the situation called for.
Morgan Gibson: Lawrence… Larry Baby. Where’s the car? I want to head down to Arnie’s. I’m feeling a little frisky.
Leah’s stomach filled with disgust. She almost wanted to puke thinking of the woman that would accept money to sleep with this revolting pig. He wouldn’t be able to enjoy the touch of a woman tonight, however, as Leah had other plans. She reached behind her and lifted the sweater. Leah gripped at the 22 caliber gun that rested in her waistband and drew it out. She clutched the firearm with both hands and drew in a deep breath.
20 Year Old Leah: You’ve got this. They deserve this. They will pay.
Leah was working up the nerve to kill her attackers. She had brutally beaten people in the past without remorse but death… well, there’s no coming back from that. She closed her eyes once more and threaded her finger through to rest on the trigger. Leah sprung from behind the wall.
20 Year Old Leah: How do you…
Leah couldn’t get another word in. A giant hand came around her and grasped her around the mouth almost suffocating her under the handkerchief. The figure yanked her back into hiding and further down the alleyway. The ruckus barely even caught Morgan and his lackey’s attention before they went back to talking. Leah flailed as she was drug all the way to the street. The person opened the rear door of a black limousine and shoved her inside. As the individual slammed the door Leah got one last glimpse; The Barber. Perplexed, she scrambled to sit up right on the seat. She reached for the handles but the doors were locked. She turned to face the front of the limo. Paul?
Paul: You know I’ve been keeping tabs on you.
Leah was still squirmish but knew she wasn’t in immediate danger. Paul had a soft spot for her and said he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her again. He was a man of his word. Leah’s head sank.
Paul: I apologize for how our last interaction ended. I didn’t want to have you sedated but you offered up no other choice. You would not listen and chose anger and revenge. I wanted to give you time to think about things but it is apparent you still choose anger.
Leah raised her head.
20 Year Old Leah: Don’t you think I have a right to be angry after what those monsters did to me? I have been pushed around and bullied all my life. I sat there and I took it until I had enough. That day, I said I would never allow someone to get the better of me and you better believe I’ve been true to my creed. Morgan will pay for his sins.
Paul: In death? My War Queen, that’s an out for him. Do you really think putting a bullet in him will bring an end to your anger? Will it resolve your inner conflict? That man is killing himself every single day and he doesn’t care. Now, no one is telling you that you can’t be angry. You have every right to be angry. You need to channel it though. Filter that anger into something else and use it to your advantage.
20 Year Old Leah: Like how?
Paul: For starters, give me the gun.
Leah was hesitant but instead reluctantly handed her firearm over to Paul.
Paul: A 22? Sweetie, you may have gotten one of them with this but if you don’t think they aren’t carrying some hefty firepower then you’ve got another thing coming. Consider this me saving your life.
Paul chuckles as he unloads the gun.
20 Year Old Leah: So… what’s the secret, Paul? What keeps me from putting a bullet in some dude’s head?
Paul: That’s the question isn’t it? It’s different for everyone. Me? I paint. That’s how I work through emotions. For you, you’ve got all this pent up rage and aggression. You’ve been put down all your life so you’re acting out with all these same hatred. It’s unruly. You’re all over the place. I can’t make the decision as to what works best for you. I can only offer suggestions.
20 Year Old Leah: Like what? Paint a fucking picture? Play a flute?
Paul: Like I was saying. That beatdown you suffered a couple months back was because you’re unfocused. You’re a wild dog acting on a whim each and every time you laid into someone. There’s no game plan in your offense. Your only goal is to walk away but you never know how you’re going to get there. I know a guy. You want a real suggestion. You meet with him and you learn to fight. If you’re going to go out there just swinging you’re not going to be unbreakable. Harness that anger into a discipline. That way should you feel the need to kick someone’s ass you at least know how to get from point A to point B.
20 Year Old Leah: So your answer to my anger is to do exactly what I have been doing and that’s through violence.
Paul: Leah, here you go.
Paul hands her back to the gun.
Paul: I can’t make that decision for you. Any fool can pick up a gun and feel like a God. These?
Paul lifts his arms up with balled up fists like he’s ready to fight.
Paul: With these, you win some and you lose some. Either way, you live to fight another day. You mess around with a gun and well, when you lose you lose. Your choice is your choice. I’m only telling you my thoughts.
Paul leans over to the window and knocks three times. Like clockwork, The Barber opens the back door to the limousine where Leah is sitting.
Paul: I pray you make the right choice.
Leah sits in silence for a bit as she reflects on what Paul had to say. Without saying a word, she scooches over to the door and climbs out. The Barber steps inside and closes the door behind him, leaving Leah to move on.
The Barber: What do you think, boss? Another lost to the system that is life?
Paul: I think my little War Queen is going to be alright. Reach out to her in a few days and give her my guy’s information. I believe she’s already made her choice.
Both The Barber and Paul look at where Leah was sitting and all that’s left is the gun. Leah made her choice that a gun is not the answer.
Date: December 5th, 2019 Time: 3:23PM Location: TNP Inc home (Chicago, IL)
It was a rare occasion for all three members of TNP Inc to be at home at the same time. This time of the year, however, things started to slow down. The trips became further apart, the season brought the family back together. This wasn’t true for all of the TNP Inc brand, however. The War Queen Leah was far from being in off season. She had big plans ahead of her. She had a shot at the MHW Hardcore title looming before her. While the rest of the brand were downstairs in the living room, Leah was upstairs seated in a swivel chair in her office. Never one to dress up too much, the War Queen is clad in her Coven tank top and black pajama bottoms offset by a pair of Minnie Mouse socks.
War Queen Leah: It’s that time of year that we express exactly what we’re thankful for over the year. It’s that span of time between Thanksgiving and New Years that we reflect upon our lives and where and how we’ve spent our time on this Earth for the past three hundred some odd days and think about whether or not it’s been worth it all. I, for one, am thankful for my Coven associates. I’m thankful… you know what. Fuck this shit. I ain’t feelin’ it.
The War Queen does a quarter turn in her chair.
War Queen Leah: Alexa… play some shitty, overrated garbage heavy metal music.
Alexa: Playing Slipknot “Psychosocial”
Slipknot’s “Psychosocial” begins to play out of the speakers Leah has mounted on the wall at a high volume. Immediately she jumps back covering both of her ears.
War Queen Leah: Alexa… never play that stupid shit ever again.
The music stops and Leah runs a finger in her ear.
War Queen Leah: Holy hell. What sort of nonsense is that? Was he gargling razor blades the whole time? Listening to shit like that could be the reason why Sosh’s brain is all but mush right now.
The War Queen readjusts herself in her seat attempting to reset the situation.
War Queen Leah: Perhaps I don’t need to set a scene to try and look like a badass. I don’t need to clad myself with leather or jeans or whatever shitty metal band to try and put on a persona. I’m just me. Therein lies the major difference between Coven and those pesky Shieldmaidens. Individuality versus carbon copy. But you didn’t come here to listen to that. We’ve been through that song and dance before. At Black Magic Coven had one agenda. We had our naysayers that dismissed us. They said we were nothing more than a bunch of emo kids following a leader that marched her own agenda. It was a false narrative. It was alternative facts. Coven proved that we are to be taken very seriously. Like clockwork, those Maidens lined up one by one with their whole spiel. “You may have beaten us but we’re still standing.”
Leah shakes her head back and forth disapprovingly.
War Queen Leah: No shit you’re still standing. Did ya think we were trying to kill you? Okay, well maybe Gabriel and Alastair almost did kill someone but that wasn’t the agenda. Coven came about for a reason. Coven targeted the Shieldmaidens for a very specific reason. Their overinflated egos made them feel as though they were untouchable; like they ran MHW. Well, Coven exposed the cracks within the Shieldmaidens. We proved that they aren’t the Gods they believe themselves to be. Caged Turmoil was not meant to end the Shieldmaidens. No, it was meant for Coven to go directly into their stomping grounds and say enough. You all aren’t the hardcore bitches you think you are. And now? Well, now it’s time to further expose you all.
The War Queen sits up right in her chair with her elbows braced on her knees and clasped together at her hands.
War Queen Leah: If you thought Black Magic was the end of this Coven versus Maiden saga you all were sorely mistaken. We are far from finished. I told you all this was only the beginning. At MHW ThrowDown this Sunday night we have continuation of sorts. Sam vs Frost. Zombie vs Ohio. Jansen vs Bullet. The one that stands above all else, for obvious reasons, is that of the War Queen vs Psycho.
Leah leans in closer to the camera as her hands loosen.
War Queen Leah: Oh Sosh. Typically, the idea of getting in the ring with you would bring me joy. Despite this whole Coven/Shieldmaiden debacle I crave a good old no disqualification barn burner of a fight. The problem is I look around and I see no Psycho to be found. Where’d you go? All I see is a shell of what used to be. If I’m being frank I find it to be downright pathetic. Pick yourself up, Sosh. Wipe the tears from your eyes and push forward. Be the Psycho. Then again, maybe that ship has sailed. You used to be this fiery presence taking down giants. Now, you’re nothing. You didn’t even put up a fight when Gabriel Ohio laid your ass out. Go on, boast about how many times you took down Ohio. That was Psycho. Now, we’re only left with the remains of Sosh.
The War Queen rises from her seat getting more and more aggressive.
War Queen Leah: Pathetic. Each and every time I see you in that ring you continue to expose yourself for who you really are: weak. I thought you Shieldmaidens were supposed to be untouchable. At least that’s how some of you tend to act. At Black Magic you showed just how weak minded you were. Oh, poor Bex.
Leah begins mocking Psycho.
War Queen Leah:My wife. My poor wife. I can’t lose you like I did my family. Lord knows I’m not fit to raise little Robbie John on my own. God in Heaven I’ll bore all these people by not shutting up about it.
Leah’s demeanor then switches back to a serious tone.
War Queen Leah: Pathetic. Weak minded. You had a choice to keep fighting or to give up. You gave up. Once again. YOU GAVE UP. That’s some Shieldmaiden you are. Perhaps you should take to the booze I bit more like your wife did for so long. You see, the cracks were there. They were evident. Coven has merely exploited those facts. We’ve shown the world the real side of the Shieldmaidens. Imperfect. Flawed. Human. You all thought you were Gods while Coven were deemed inferior, damaged, blemished. The truth is we are all those things. We are merely human. Yet, we are willing to die for our cause. Huruka knew the price we pay for the cause and she’s out indefinitely. Bex gets a little metal noose around the neck, has her feeble minded wife give up for her and is back a week later. Some danger she was in, Sosh.
Leah pauses for a moment as she grinds the knuckles of her right hand into her left palm.
War Queen Leah: Pathetic. I see you, Sosh. I see you hanging on to that Psycho persona by a mere thread. At this point there’s but one thing connecting this sad sack of shit I see before me and the identity you once held: that MHW Hardcore Title. And guess what? I’m coming for it. That prize possession you hang on to in order to serve as a reminder to your once glory is about to be stripped from you. Like the patch from your kutte, I’m going to rip it from your grasps and proclaim a new day here in MHW. One that doesn’t include a once decent street fighter that’s been reduced to a hollowed out husk.
The War Queen begins a slow pace back and forth in the room.
War Queen Leah: I do this for Coven. I do this to show that The Shieldmaidens are not this unstoppable force that holds all the gold here in MHW. Above all else, however, I do this for me. We can put all the bullshit between two groups aside and break down what we’re about to see. I challenged “Psycho” before and I came up short. On Sunday I come for the remains known as Sosh. Little known fact about the War Queen is that she has never held a singles title in her entire career. I’ve had my fair share of gold but it’s always come as a team package. This Sunday night at ThrowDown that all changes. This is MY shot. My shot to rise up and show my worth. I came up short in the Rise of the Phoenix Tournament. That honor went to my Coven mate, Gabriel Ohio. I didn’t get the win for Coven at Black Magic. I have fought my way through Maiden after Maiden. I turned that boozehound Bruiser upside down. I dropped La Jefa Bullet on her head and left her reeling. Sosh, this is my time to rise. This is my shot and I’m not throwing it away.
The pacing stops. Slowly, Leah turns back towards the camera.
War Queen Leah: I once thought I was lost. I acted out in anger. I was reckless. Hell, I was “psycho”. Very quickly I learned that was not a lifestyle. It was a downward spiral that will ultimately swallow you up and spit you out. The remnants? Well, it’s something that looks a bit like you, Sosh. What can I say? It’s a bit too late for you. My time is now. The era of the War Queen is upon us. You’re all over the place. I’m focused. You’re hanging on by a thread. I’m rising up in the ranks. I’ve got my shot sitting right there in front of me and I’ll be damned if I allow for some feeble minded fuck to stand in my way. At Black Magic Coven exposed the Shieldmaiden’s cracks to the world. At ThrowDown, we break those walls down. One by one you all shall topple. It begins with you, Sosh. You’re next on my list.
The War Queen plops back down on the chair, leaning back with a smug grin on her face.
War Queen Leah: Now that the bomb has been dropped, it’s time to introduce you to The Endgame.
The War Queen pulls her phone out of her pocket as she rocks back and forth in the chair texting. The smiling continues as the scene draws to a close.
Wednesday, December 4, 2019 Home of Saoirse and Becca Maguire New Orleans, Louisiana 7:31 AM EST
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire sits on the couch of the home she shares with her wife, fellow wrestler, Shieldmaidens Road Captain Becca “Bruiser” Maguire and their young son, Robbie John Maguire. As she looks over to the mantelpiece over the fireplace, her gaze falls upon the pewter urn emblazoned with a celtic cross containing a portion of the earthly remains of both the late Shonn and Aerynn Maguire. Two urns had been purchased and when all was said and done, the ashes had been mixed between the two, one staying with Aerynn’s sister, fellow Shieldmaiden Fianna “Fetch” Kenyon, while the other had come to Psycho’s home and now lived in this place of honor. Psycho looks up and stares at the urn sadly, shaking her head in almost shattered disbelief that it had already been a fortnight since the horrific event had taken place.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, Shonn…. Whot do I bae doin’ now witout ye?
As her gaze starts to drop, a voice reaches her ears. One that should not be able to reach them anymore.
Shonn Maguire: Who said ye bae doin’ ennithin witout me?
Psycho’s eyes go wide in shock at the sight of her late brother, Shonn, standing before her grinning playfully at his younger sister.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye…. ye kinna bae rael…
Shonn’s smirk only grows even more as he crosses his arms, his Chrome Dragons kutte moving with him over his Slipknot t-shirt.
Shonn Maguire: An why kinna bae rael now?
Psycho shakes her head, her eyes snapping shut.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye bae dead… Ruvik… or… Taylor fuckin’ shot ye….
Shonn nods even as her eyes open to find him still standing there as he was before they had closed.
Shonn Maguire: Aye… tha bae true….
Reaching out and then thinking better of it, Psycho stares at her brother unable to truly believe what she is seeing.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Then how kin ye bae haer?
As his arms fall to his sides, Shonn starts laughing.
Shonn Maguire: Why ye bae questionin’ such tings when ye should bae concentratin’ on whot bae important tae ye?
The shock starts to wear off slightly as the feeling is slowly commingled with a slight anger at what she’s just heard.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Bae ye sayin’ me brother isna important tae me then?
Shonn laughs all over again.
Shonn Maguire: Ye did say I was dead, yeah?
Psycho crosses her arms, frowning like an offended child.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye dinna have tae bae raemindin’ me o’ tha…
Shonn can’t help but snicker at her some more.
Shonn Maguire: Oh, God bless ye, ye kinna ever bae changin’, Sorsh! Ye bae too fuckin’ cute tha way! Ye baen doin’ tha since we were wee ones…
Nodding slowly, Psycho can’t decide if she should be happy, thrilled, shocked, nervous or scared shitless at what she’s seeing and hearing.
Pausing, she looks down at her feet, seemingly ashamed of the thought coursing through her brain. Finally, she looks back up, a tear starting to roll down her face.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Why did ye have tae bae laevin’?
Shonn shrugs almost nonchalantly.
Shonn Maguire: Dinna have much o’ a choice in th’ matter, now did I? Man puts a scatter gun tae me chest an’ pulls th’ trigger from nay a foot away while they have me restrained, I’m nay gettin’ back up from tha unless I bae Superman or God hisself, am I?
Psycho stares at him for almost a full minute before shaking her head.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: When ye bae puttin’ it tha way… I kinna say ye did have much choice…
Shonn walks over to her and gets down on one knee, placing a hand on her right wrist.
Shonn Maguire: I dinna maen tae bae laevin’ ye, Sorsh. I dinna maen tae bae laevin’ any o’ ye. We build a life haer tha I dinna know meant whot it bae maenin tae me.
Psycho nods slowly, sadly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I dinna know it would bae like dis. I tought Las Vegas was th’ best we could bae doin’ an’ then I found Bex an’ we bae movin’ haer an’ foudn th’ Maidens an’ Dragons. Aoife bae findin’ Hairicin, RJ bae comin’ intae our lives an’ Mile High bae givin’ us all so much purpose…
Shonn nods, patting his sister’s wrist.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, all o’ tha bae fine tings but now ye bae naedin’ tae figure tings out on yer own some. Whot happened in tha cage, Sorsh?
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Whot ye bae talkin’ ‘bout?
Shonn nods firmly.
Shonn Maguire: Whot happened in tha cage, Sorsh?
Psycho starts to retort only to catch herself and stop before she says anything. Staring at her brother, her eyes narrow .
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I…
Shonn nods reassuringly to her.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, ye kin bae doin’ dis, Sorsh. Whot happened?
Psycho stares at him, her mind racing in a thousand directions at once. What was going on? How was this possible? What was he talking about? Could anyone else see this? What if they can’t? What if they can? Which is actually worse?
Shonn Maguire: Sorsh? Ye bae losin’ focus haer… whot happened?
Psycho’s far away stare pulls into focus on her brother.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: We bae outmaneuvered. We dinna bae saein’ it comin’...
Shonn nods to her.
Shonn Maguire: Whot dinna ye bae saein’ comin’, Sorsh?
Psycho blinks at him for a second and then nods.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: We dinna tink th’ Coven bae havin’ anutter member waitin’ in th’ waeds. We tought they bae ready an’ confident in themselves but we bae wrong. They had th’ ace in th’ hole we couldna sae an’ Gabriel Ohio did tings tae Sam…
Shonn Maguire: Aye, tha bae th’ trute, Lass. So now whot ye bae naedin’ tae do?
Psycho cocks her head and then nods in return.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Dust ourselves off, stan’ up an’ kick their fuckin’ heads off!
Shonn smiles approvingly.
Shonn Maguire: Tha’s me girl…
Just then a baby’s gurgle causes Psycho to look over towards the hallway to the back bedroom where she sees her wife and their baby standing there, Bruiser seemingly confused on what to do while RJ wriggles in her arms. Psycho nods and then turns back to where Shonn was.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: But… whot…
She reaches out, seeing only the urn sitting where it has always been, Shonn suddenly not there at all.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye… ye kinna bae goin’...
Psycho slides off the couch and falls to her knees, her hand still outstretched at nothing.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Come back…
Her hand slowly closes into a fist as Psycho rocks forward into all fours, fresh tears starting to fall from her eyes.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Plaese come back… ye kinna… come back…
She pounds the floor in near hysterical frustration.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Come back… come back….
As she starts to sob, she collapses to the floor.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Plaese... come back….
Psycho then feels a hand wrap around her arm before feeling the sensation of being lifted back up onto her feet. She looks at the arm that has a hold of her and her gaze moves up the arm until she’s met with the face of Bruiser, looking back at her with a slight look of confusion but also sadness.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: He’s gone, Sorsh… I know it’s hard losin’ a siblin’... and the pain o’ him bein’ gone will never disappear but it will ease over time.
Psycho stares at her wife for a second before clamping onto her, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: He…
Unable to find the words to tell Bruiser what she’s just seen, Psycho buries her face into her wife’s chest. As Bruiser holds Psycho close, their fellow Shieldmaiden, Psycho’s younger sister, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire walks over, a smile on her face as little RJ looks up from her arms, Banshee having accepted the child when Bruiser moved to catch Psycho.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: I tink yer Mama bae naedin’ ye, Lad.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Aye...
Psycho looks up to see her sister holding her son, and squeezes Bruiser. With her bottom lip trembling, Psycho manages to pull herself free of her wife and reach out for RJ. Banshee hands him over and Psycho holds him close.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Mum loves ye, Lad… I kinna tell ye ennithin more…
Banshee smiles and then hugs both of them, making sure to allow Bruiser to do the same.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: They bote bae proud o’ ye, Sorsh… always were, always will bae…
Psycho nods and accepts the family embrace.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I love ye all.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: And we all love ya too… more than anythin’ in the world. And we’ll always be here for ya, no matter what.
Banshee nods quickly.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: All o’ us, I know tha bae goin’ fer Hairicin as well.
Psycho smiles slightly, her tears finally slowing.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Thank ye bote…
Saturday, December 7, 2019 Driveway Home of Saoirse and Becca Maguire New Orleans, Louisiana 9:39 AM PST
The camera opens on “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire standing against a wall wearing a pair of black jeans, and a t-shirt that bears the insignia of the tag team Mayhem on it, her Shieldmaidens kutte over the top of the shirt.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Th’ Coven fuckin’ outmaneuvered us at Black Magic. There bae no denyin’ tha at all. We dinna sae Alastair Frost comin’ an’ it cost us daerly. An’ now they tink they’ve exposed us baecause…
She pauses and then shrugs with annoyance.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Basically baecause Leah says so while constantly gettin’ me name wrong, whcih I kinna daecide if tha bae her tryin’ tae fuck wit me or if tha bae her jess baein’ a fuckin’ stupid cunt tha honestly tinks me name is Sasha or sumtin’...
Glaring into the camera, Psycho steps forward with fire in her eyes.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Lisrten haer ye fuckin’ gammy gowl, th’ only ting ye bae rpovin’ at Black Magic is tha ye bae naedin’ tae pull a fast one tae get us! Ask Ohio how he got me th’ one time he has gotten me, assumin’ ye aevn bother talkin’ tae aech other tha much since Emily Falls doesnay saem tae get much love from ye an naether does yer old brother, Solomon Cain. or poor Huruka Itari…
She waves her hand across the shot as if sweeping garbage out of the way.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye trow them away like they bae nuttin’ tae ye! Tha bae where i would ask Alastair Frost how ye could bae trowin’ in wit this lot when ye baelieve in Unit, Corps, God, Country an’ thaese paeple dinna bae baelievin’ in much o’ ennithin!
Rubbing her fist into her left hand, Psycho looks ready to attack the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Tae bae perfectly honest, I kinna aeven sae how ye call yerselves th’ Coven aside from ye kaep conjurin’ up new members tae replace th’ ones we kaep takin’ away from ye baecause ye bae knowin’, in a straight up fight, ye go down unless ye have another bullshit trick up yer slaeves!
She nods pointedly, pointing accusingly into the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Tha’s th’ rael raeson th’ name Coven doesnay raelly fit ye baecause if it did, ye wouldna bae pullin’ charlatan’s acts on us, ye would bae th’ true devil himself an’ we wouldna have any answer fer any o’ ye at any time. But we do, an’ we have as evidence by whot happened tae Jansen’s hair, why ye an;’ Ohio are still only challengin’ fer gold an’ why th’ Iharis had already given up on workin’ as a tag taem baefore we put one o’ ‘em on th’ fuckin’ shelf!
Her right hand pulls back to point to herself right between the letters y and h on her shirt.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Every time Gabriel Ohio came at me straight on, he got knocked th’ fuck out. There is no disputin’ tha fact. I put him down an’ then I put ye down jes th’ same an’ th’ only time it dinna go tha way was when it was supposed tae bae Space Lord fightin’ me an’ Gabriel got tae take his place baecause Space Lord went out tae have a bad trip on whatever poison he bae particular too at th’ moment!
Psycho takes step forward, pointing from underneath now.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye kin make fun o’ th’ fact tha, aye, I submitted tae save me wife from someone tha shouldna aeven have baen there, but let’s bae honest. All tha exposed is tha I love me wife an’ tha I will do ennithin I naed tae do fer her!
She swings her arm out to point away from herself off to the right.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Whot did tha match expose about th’ Coven baesides tha yer all disposable tae aech other?
She nods, pointing accusingly again.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye walked in as a five person group wit one nay in th’ fight an ye walked out a four person group wit a new spare added on. If me sisters did tha tae me, I would wanna come back as quickly as possible jes tae kick their fuckin’ heads off fer laevin me tae th’ fuckin’ crows th’ way ye all did tae tha poor girl! If I was Emily Falls, I’d bae askin’ why I bothered hookin meself tae ye baecause it raelly hasn’t gotten her enjithin but knocked out by Bullet baefore she was relegated tae Ammo where ye all left her tae fuckin’ rot an’ I’d bae hotter than th’ very fires o’ hell itself at ye fer laevin’ me outta o’ gettin me revenge on Bullet fer knockin’ me out!
Walking up to the camera, she grips it with both hands and glares dead through it.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye wanna make fun o’ th’ song me dead brother tinks I should have used baecause he thought it was funny tha he could chant me name tae th’ chorus, fine. On Sunday, when we walk intae th’ Cajundome, I’m gonna wipe tha fuckin’ smile off yer face an start shovin’ th’ bottles ye tink I should bae drownin’ meself in intae palces God never intended them tae go an’ then I’m gonna baet yer arse all over tha fuckin’ arena until me hand hurts… then I’ll baet ye some more fer makin’ me hand hurt in th’ first place wit dat thick skull o’ yers. I am gonna kaep on hittin’ ye until ye never ferget tha me name is SORE-SHA baecause when I get done, yer gonna bae sore yerself fer ages after!
Leaning in for an extreme close-up, Psycho all but blacks out the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I’m gonna make ye blaed an’ then I’m gonna make ye fuckin’ choke on it!
Admin: Note that the deadlines have changed. I made the change for the convenience of the other judges.
May 17, 2021 15:21:30 GMT -6
Admin: Hope everyone is enjoying their 4th of July weekend/week/day! 💪💯💯
Jul 4, 2021 14:22:58 GMT -6
Admin: Where do yall hist photos? I'm thinking about switching sites, because I'm paying a monthly subscription for Photobucket and they got watermarks back on my images. I'm guessing it's a glitch or something, but it's already been two days.
Aug 7, 2021 6:56:18 GMT -6
The Purge: I use Imgur - and I've never paid a cent for their services, and no water marks
Aug 7, 2021 8:48:13 GMT -6
Deleted: o.o Lord, Rob! Get away from Photobucket ASAP! I’m with Haircin — use Imgur. It’s way better and costs nothing.
Aug 8, 2021 16:28:35 GMT -6
Admin: I appreciate yall! ✊💯💯 Ima look into it this week. Apologies to everyone if some of the images for the show tonight have that Photobucket watermark. I didn't have the time today obviously to make any switches. But I will make time this week. 💯💯
Aug 8, 2021 17:43:04 GMT -6
Admin: Katrina will probably be happy too as she was just telling me I was crazy for paying monthly for a photo host. Lol.
Aug 8, 2021 17:44:00 GMT -6
Admin: ***NOTE*** I moved the deadline up 12 hours to give the judges an extra day to read over the rps.
Aug 10, 2021 15:29:37 GMT -6
Admin: Started messing with Imgur today and confirmed to myself that Imgur was the original photo host I was using for Season One and the beginning of Season Two of MHW. Something made me mad and thats when I switched to Photobucket. I don't remember what though.
Aug 12, 2021 16:08:47 GMT -6
Admin: Ima still switch back to it though, because the Photobucker watermarks are still showing up on some images.
Aug 12, 2021 16:09:19 GMT -6
Admin: ***Just A Reminder*** The new deadline is less than 24 hours away. 💪💯💯
Aug 20, 2021 9:45:58 GMT -6
cmosh: Marisol Vilaró is Spanish, she is from Spain
Sept 14, 2021 22:50:17 GMT -6
Admin: Noted 💪💯💯 So I can get Rrina to teach me how to pronounce her name.
Sept 15, 2021 15:35:32 GMT -6
cmosh: Don't worry I don't know how to pronounce it either. She is actually played by someone else, so it is sometimes hard to do RP's with them due to our work schelduce but I am alound to use the character over here
Sept 15, 2021 19:28:12 GMT -6
Admin: Trying something different with the match writing, based off of research and just to try something new. It's a hit or miss concept, so feedback would be appreciated. ThrowDown will also debut the new layout concept. AMMO will start with that new layout...
Sept 18, 2021 8:35:55 GMT -6
Admin: ...on the following AMMO. This AMMO will just have the new match writing idea.
Sept 18, 2021 8:36:32 GMT -6
cmosh: I want to apologize to everyone for not doing a rp this week. Just been a tough week at work and other things got in the way as well, again I'm really sorry for not rping this week
Sept 18, 2021 21:07:43 GMT -6
Admin: It happens, brudda!
Sept 19, 2021 19:49:09 GMT -6