Tuesday, December 31, 2019 Common Room Shieldmaidens Clubhouse New Orleans, Louisiana 9:04 PM CST
New Year’s Eve!
The Shieldmaidens usually had a big party for the occasion and this was no exception. As usual, the bar in the common room had been stocked with all kinds of alcohol from beer to six different kinds of whiskey, vodka, tequila and everything else they could all collectively think of to send their five prospects out to get.
It would have been six, but the sixth prospect, Eavan “Krigare” Zdunich, was off at a wrestling booking and thus was unavailable for the festivities. That had not stopped full patches “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire, Fianna “Fetch” Kenyon, Katrina “Hairicin” Knox and Road Captain Becca “Bruiser” Maguire from enjoying every second of making the prospects nervous and busy.
It was all part of the game…
And quite fun!
As the five of them sit in a group of chairs grinning back at the bar, bottles of Murphy’s Irish Red I the hands of Psycho, Banshee, Hairicin and Fetch while Bruiser holds one that rather uncharacteristically only holds coca-cola, psycho turns back and ndos to ehr wife.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Ye dinna have tae push her, Sorsh!
Psycho shrugs at her younger sister.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I’m nay pushin’ anyone, Aoife, I jess bae askin’ a question is all.
Bruiser smiles at both sisters.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: It’s alright, Eef. I’m fine and no, I’m not gonna have any tonight. I think me and drinkin’ just don’t be mixin’ right now and I think I should probably try and keep it that way.
Hairicin pounds her fist on her armrest, almost cheering her support and solidarity.
Katrina "Hairicin" Knox: Here fuckin’ here!
Banshee smirks playfully at her girlfriend.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Bae tha a hint then?
Katrina "Hairicin" Knox: For us?
She glances at the bottle in each of their hands.
Katrina "Hairicin" Knox: Fuck, no!
The five women start laughing as Banshee nods and takes a pull off her bottle.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Aye tha bae a grand ting then…
Bruiser grins as she nods to the bar.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: I figure it’ll make things easier on the prospects too. They’re fuckin’ runnin’ tonight with all the alcohol that’ll be flyin’ aroudn the fuckin’ room for New Year’s!
Fetch raises her bottle.
Fianna "Fetch" Kenyon: Fuck tha shite, I’m gonna do me bess tae make them run harder! Tibs bae watchin’ th’ children in th’ next room so…
She nods, almost waving her bottle and the others all nod in appreciation. Bruiser even lifts up her bottle of coca-cola in solidarity.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Hey, we can still make ‘em fuckin’ run even if we’re not gettin’ absolutely plastered!
Psycho and Fetch both just stare at Bruiser as if the New York-born woman has suddenly sprouted an extra three heads.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An’ where bae th’ fun in tha?
Fianna "Fetch" Kenyon: Sounds like a bunch of gammy shite tae me! Half th’ fun bae makin’ them have tae claen up after!
Hairicin grins in response.
Katrina "Hairicin" Knox: And you can’t make a mess worth forcing the prospects to clean up without getting drunk in the process?
Fianna "Fetch" Kenyon: O’course I kin do tha, I have kids!
Psycho just shakes her head at the idea as the others all laugh in unison.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Oi, where Zombie bae at? Ye’d tink she’d bae all up in this wit th’ layoff an’ all!
Katrina "Hairicin" Knox: I think she’s in the next room watching Lexa play her drums. They were talking earlier about Lexa’s sister and some friend of theirs coming down and playing some so i think they’re all in there with the door closed.
Psycho stomps her foot.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Begorra! We should have them come in haer an’ play it loud! Ring in the fuckin’ yaer properly!
Banshee and Bruiser raise their bottles again, nodding happily.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Fuckin’ right!
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Aye, if tha nay bae th’ truth o’ it!
As the others are about to agree on the subject, fellow Shieldmaiden Jackie “Bandit” Layton comes walking out of the church room with the blue-haired Nikki Peltier right behind her.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I’m not usually one to break up a party before it really gets fuckin’ wild but we have a plane to catch.
She nods to all five sitting there.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And we need to find Khary and 3-D.
Psycho, Banshee, Bruiser, Hairicin and Fetch all frown in confusion but before any can ask the question ringing through all of their heads simultaneously, Nikki offers an explanation.
Nikki Peltier: Ash called, we need to go pick them up.
All five quickly nod, set their respective bottles down and stand up.
Fianna "Fetch" Kenyon: Airport?
Bandit and Nikki nod.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I’m flying us there.
Fetch nods and quickly fires off a text on her phone. Within seconds it pings back.
Fianna "Fetch" Kenyon: They bae in th’ garage, they’ll maet us downstairs.
Bandit nods and all seven woman head for the exit, meeting Nikki’s girlfriend, Cindy “Epsilon” Tanner at the top of the stairs. Epsilon falls in and the group, now eight strong, makes their way outside to the fleet of waiting vehicles.
Tuesday, December 31, 2019 Jackie Layton’s Plane Del Norte County Regional Airport Del Norte County, California 11:54 PM PST
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire, Becca “Bruiser” Maguire, Katrina “Hairicin” Knox and Fianna “Fetch” Kenyon all stand up and get ready to disembark. Fetch’s husband, Chrome Dragons Sgt-At-Arms Khary “Spectre” Kenyon, walks up to them along with his fellow Chrome Dragons, Todd “Dammit” Warren, Davis “Doomsday” Delacio, and Donnie “Devastator” Samuelsson, falling into place behind him. Cindy “Epsilon” Tanner and Nikki Peltier follow the plane’s owner, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, to the door and the others follow them out to the tarmac.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Begorra, this bae a small one then!
Epsilon can’t help but laugh as she takes in the scene.
Cindy "Epsilon" Tanner: Think you brought enough muscle for this?
She nods to the four large men and Psycho shrugs.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Thought ye bae plaesed wit us brin’in’ tha kind o’ firepower on an op like this.
Psycho smirks as she turns to face Epsilon.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Baesides, it bae a family ting wit this lot.
Epsilon nods back, smirking in kind.
Cindy "Epsilon" Tanner: Definitely not a problem on this, even if it is a simple extraction and retrieval.
Nikki steps over, nodding her agreement with the pair’s assessment of the situation.
Nikki Peltier: Now everybody be ready for Shay Shay to do a double take and for Lena to be possibly still be hostile. They’ve never seen Candy before in person, though I think Ash tried to have them prepared, or at least warned.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Why would she bae naedin’ tae bae warned?
Before anyone can answer, they all turn to see Banshee and hairicin slipping off to the side of the plane, Hairicin leading Banshee by the hand as if her hair is on fire and they need to find emergency retardant before she sets the entire place alight.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Where they bae gettin’ tae now?
Bruiser grins as she glances at her watch.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Maybe they’re wantin’ to have a quickie to rin’ in the new year?
Bandit snickers as do Nikki, Epsilon, Fetch, and the four men.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: Well, a basically abandoned airport strip would be a helluva place to that, right?
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: And yeah, Ash has shown pics to them so they know all about Cindy here.
Just then, a dog barking breaks the silence. The group turns to see a black and white border collie running to them. The dog jumps up onto Khary and starts licking his face.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: Well, hello to you too, Wolfie. How you doin’, Boy?
As everyone stares at the dog, a black-haired, heavily tattooed woman comes around a corner.
Woman: I fuckin’ swear… where did he fuckin’ get to?
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: He bae over haer, Ash!
The woman, Khary’s younger sister, Ashley Kenyon, looks over and nods in relief.
Ashley Kenyon: Can you guys get him on the place, please? I’ve got Sif in a carrier but he needed to do some business and got away from the kids when he heard voices back here.
Khary nods as Nikki grabs his leash.
Nikki Peltier: Come on, Wolfie, let’s go inside.
Wolfie drops down and dutifully follows Nikki onto the plane. Dammit, Doomsday and Devastator follow Khary off in the direction Ashley was and disappear around the corner after her.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye bae ready fer this then?
Epsilon nods, turning to head inside the plane after Nikki and Wolfie.
A few minutes later, the Dragons return, Khary carrying Ashley’s crying girlfriend, Maiko Adaachi, careful of her broken knee/leg, Dammit running ahead to make sure her landing spot on the plane is ready. Ashley follows with her cat carrier, a calico cat inside glaring out at everyone in sight.
Ashley Kenyon: It’s alright, Twoey, it’s gonna be alright.
Psycho nods and hugs Ashley as Khary carries Maiko onto the plane.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: It bae good tae bae saein’ ye, Ash.
Ash nods as Fetch walks over to hug her sister-in-law as well. The two share a knowing look before Ashley follows her brother onto the plane.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Where have Aoife an’ Haiticin gotten tae?
Before an answer comes, two four-year-olds come running up to them. The boy jumps into Psycho’s arms, the girl latching on to Fetch. Bruiser smiles at the sight of the two aunts embracing the children of their late siblings, little Seán and Siobhan Maguire. Trailing behind the two are the last two passengers, Khary and Ashley’s younger cousin, Shay Kenyon, her wife Lena Theras and the two fourteen-month-old twins in their arms, daughters Jami Hope and Destiny Joy Kenyon. Bandit nods to the two and leads them onto the plane as well.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Where the f…
Catching herself before she says what she was thinking, Bruiser stops short of the word in front of the children. Both Psycho and Fetch smile as they nod appreciatively to her.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, tha bae a good’n, Aunty Becca!
Bruiser blushes just as Doomsday and Devastator return with the group’s luggage, carrying right on passed everyone onto the plane. Bruiser looks around.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: is that everyone?
Psycho nods off to the left.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, all but th’ two lovebirds…
Fetch shakes her head, chuckling as she turns to start inside. Just then, Banshee and Hairicin return from their moment alone.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, an’ where bae ye baen then?
Banshee and Hairicin blush bashfully.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: She jess wanted me tae sae sumtin’ is all.
Hairicin nods as she pulls up Banshee’s hand to show the new ring on her finger. Psycho shakes her head nodding inside.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye? In wit ye then!
Fetch and Bruiser both nod their agreement and the five head in to fly back home.
Friday, January 3, 2020 Warehouse Gym Shieldmaidens Clubhouse New Orleans, Louisiana 6:09 PM CST
The camera opens on “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire standing against a wall wearing a pair of black jeans, and a Suicidal Tendencies “The Art Of Rebellion” t-shirt, her Shieldmaidens kutte over the top of the shirt.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Raeper…
She pauses, sighing loudly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Normally, I bae talkin’ tae ye, Lad, but ye nay bae th’ one whot does th’ talkin’ fer ye, bae ye?
Shaking her head, Psycho leans back against the all and looks up at the banner hanging above her with the Shieldmaidens lettering on it.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye bae a big lad an’ I kinna figure out why ye bae naedin tha gammy bastard tae do yer talkin’ fer ye when ye saem tae do plenty wit jess yer fuckin’ fists. Ye dinna saem tae bae th’ kind tha naeds ennyone tae talk fer ye, ye jess bae showin’ up an’ throwin’ whoever bae in yer way out o’ th’ way whether they bae wantin’ ye tae do so or not!
She looks away in confusion and concern.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Sumtin about ye always saems familiar an’ yet, I kinna place whot it bae about ye tha raeminds me o’ sumtin…
Pausing for a second, she waves vaguely at her face, miming the covering Reaper tends to wear at all times.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Th’ mask always makes me tink ye bae havin’ sumtin tae hide but tha shouldna matter tae me baecause who cares if ye bae havin ennithin tae hide once th’ bell rings...
Again, she shakes her head in confusion.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Jess sumtin...
Frowning still harder, psycho finally waves her hand to dismiss the thought from her mind.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Tha bae baeside th’ point though since I will now bae forced tae listen to Mister AMV baecause…
She looks back into the camera, nodding with visible annoyance.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Talkin’ bae whot he does, yeah?
She shakes her head disgustedly
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Fuckin’ gammy gowl whot praetends tae bae friendly when he jess bae lookin’ fer his next fuckin’ victim! Th’ fuckin’ bastard makes it sound like Tyke Index bae his friend when Tyke isnay ennyone’s friend! Tyke Index doesnay baelieve in ennyone or ennithin at all tha he kinna drink or snort! An ye…
She points accusingly into the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye have th’ gall tae call tha a friend and tae stand next tee him when he should bae gettin’ whot bae comin’ tae him?
Her hand rises to slow herself down.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Some would call tha a noble ting tae do, tae stand by someone ye call a friend, but tha would maen ye had tae bae a trustworthy person yerself an’ we know tha bae a lot of shite jess from th’ start!
The hand suddenly points in an angry accusatory manner into the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye are a loudmouth braggart tha isnay aeven braggin’ on his own accomplishments! Ye bae ridin’ Raeper’s coattails an’ tha bae raeson enough tae want tae tell ye tae sit th’ fuck down and shut th’ fuck up! There isnay ennyone tha bae wantin’ tae haer ye flap yer gums an’ run yer boot licker tellin’ us all tings we already bae knowin’ about Raeper an’ how much of a bad man and how much arse he kicks!
Both hands rise to point to her eyes as the fire rages inside them.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: We have eyes, sir, we can sae whot Raeper does wit them ourselves, we dinna naed ye tae draw extra attention tae it! It was self-evident and th’ way I bae saein’ tings in this match, it bae my job tae come tae tha ring and say, “Haer, let me shut tha fer ye!”
She points to herself forcefully
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I know Raeper isnay gonna bae makin’ that aesy, it wouldna bae worth doin’ if he was gonna do tha! Nuttin’ aesy is ever worth doin’ an’ I will bae showin’ ye tha aeven th’ bad motherfucker tha is Raeper is nay gettin’ back up if I kick his fuckin’ head off!
Slapping her kicking leg, Psycho nods harshly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Gabriel Ohio proved I kin kick tha high an I’m tellin’ ye right now, counselor, if ye bae gettin’ too close tae me, I’m considerin’ tha assault an’ partin’ yer fuckin’ hair wit me boot! I’ll bae kickin’ ye so hard they bae wirin’ yer jaw shut tae let it hael an’ I’ll have done th’ world th’ service o’ makin’ ye fuckin’ shut th’ fuck up!
She pauses and smirks cruelly into the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: ye kin bae callin’ me crazy fer tinkin’ I have a prayer, I know ye will bae…
Shrugging, Psycho turns and throws a Gealtachta kick towards the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: But ye kinna bae stoppin’ me from takin’ th’ shot!
”I’m almost disappointed. No smart cracks, no threats… not like the last one. Guess it’s true what they say...”
A familiar-looking masked woman, slender of build, swathed in leather and black denim, leans forward toward a young man who stands before her, strung up by heavy chains and blindfolded, sweat soaking through the covering and dripping down his face. At least we THINK it’s sweat.
”...the right amount of pressure in the right spot and anyone will crack. What do you think?”
”Not you, idiot.”
No, her question, rhetorical or otherwise, was directed toward the massive masked man standing nearby. Reaper, a notched and battered baseball bat wrapped in chains propped up on his shoulder, comes forward a bit. The victim, such as they are, can hear his steps and they visibly flinch, which makes the woman in the mask giggle. Reaper walks up to her side and puts the tip of the bat under the young man’s chin, tilting his head back a bit. Beneath her mask, the female lifts a brow.
”Oh? You still want to leave him something to remember us by? I don’t mind. I doubt my brother would mind, either. He would probably welcome it.”
”Whimpering is only gonna make the big man hard, so if I were you I’d stuff it. Cause I won’t stop him if he goes Bear Jew on your worthless ass. Speak when spoken to. Otherwise… nothing. Savvy?”
Hitched breaths and silence are the response… aside from a faint bit of chattering teeth, causing the woman to shake her head.
”So… what were those names again? Actually...
She gets up close and personal to the chained young man, leaning in closely.
”Just whisper them. In case we have unwelcome souls listening in, hmm?”
Shooting a look toward Reaper, who nods once, the masked woman turns back to the captive. They whisper hurriedly as the woman nods and nods. Several moments later, she steps back, taking a pen and paper from her pocket and scribbling them down. Done with this, she turns fully to Reaper.
”We’ll see what your associate can do with this. Should I forward it to some other interested parties on their swearing to not move without your word?”
Again Reaper nods, swinging the bat fiercely at a nearby support pillar, the loud clash of metal and wood upon stone making the captive jump and squeak in surprise. Reaper’s shoulders shake for a moment as though he is… laughing. Pocketing the paper, the masked woman pats Reaper’s shoulder and speaks in a gentler tone.
”I’ll tend to the rest, as per usual. Call me later, okay?”
Turning on his heel, Reaper hands off the chain bat to the woman and leaves. The scene cuts to static, then reforms...
...to the image of a sharply-dressed Aloysius Marcus Vance IV standing before the wall-sized window of his high-rise office. He seems a little too well-dressed for work, though, and given that sunset is mere minutes away on the horizon, it stands to reason that this Friday is about to end where professional activities are concerned. Seated on the edge of his desk, likewise dressed to the nines, is his secretary, Elise. Her long hair left flowing in lovely golden waves, half of her face obscured by it, a sparkling black gown clinging to her lithe figure, which ends with similarly-sparkling black heels. With one leg crossed over the other and elbow-length golden opera gloves, she looks for all the world like an alternate universe Jessica Rabbit… except sexier.
She has a tablet in her hands, tapping away at the screen before, with a cutely-scrunched up face, she removes one of the gloves. Trouble manipulating the touchscreen, no doubt. Now her red-tipped fingers are easily able to manipulate the device as Aloysius addresses her from the other side of the room. Elise, knowing the camera is on, glances at it briefly while AMV starts to speak again.
”That takes care of the appointments, then. The busy season is late in coming this year, but… I suppose that’s for the best…”
”Um… are we supposed to be discussing this live in front of the world, Mr. Vance?”
Peering over his shoulder, Vance grins saucily and nods.
”Oh, certainly. I mean, this is wrestling, is it not? Every detail matters. Every word matters. Even when you say the same thing over and over with barely a change in cadence or tone, only altering words here and there in some faux psychological attempt to twist people to your way of thinking, wrong or otherwise.”
”...like Dana Ellis. Speaking of-”
Elise, sighing, sweeps the screen once and brings up what appears to be a list of calls and messages… all of them linked to the same phone number.
”-a representative of hers has been burning up the lines and the servers trying to get in touch with you. For how long are you going to ignore her, sir? She seems incredibly determined and insistent.”
Was that a hint of jealousy? AMV certainly seemed to think so.
”Until she gets the hint. So… doomsday. Mark that down.”
”Hmph. She’ll never take the hint. She got her win. Tell the brat to move on. Honestly, she gives women everywhere a bad name.”
Keeping with her executive assistant duties, Elise mumbles to herself while gorgeously tending to her task. AMV meanwhile, just gives the camera one of those fourth wall breaking looks, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
”From the mouths of those you swear to stand for, Dana. How much simpler must it be made for the lesson to be palatable enough for you to swallow without gagging? You got your win. Move on. You will not be handed another opportunity to dance with Reaper; you have done nothing to earn such notoriety and free press. If you take umbrage with that, perhaps you should choose more carefully concerning which wins you scream from the heavens above about. Because while Reaper has made peace with that skin-of-the-teeth loss, you can’t even accept a win because, like so many, your opinion of yourself is not controlled from within, but without. And this is the last time you will have your name spoken from my lips because, well… you’re not worth it any more than your win is worth anything. Sorry, not sorry.”
”Maybe you should just let Reaper crush her skull a little bit. If he hits her hard enough, she might forget this stupidity. Or at the very least she’ll forget what she’s pissy about.”
Raising a brow, AMV grins even more eagerly. Feeling his stare, Elise turns and immediately blushes from cheeks to chest.
”I love it when you talk mean.”
”Oh, y’all stop that!”
Her cute state of embarrassment clearly brings out a taste of where Elise grew up. A southern girl. That explains the charm, among other things.
”Enough about her, though. I’ll set it up so that her numbers won’t get through, sir. Meanwhile… the match against Psycho…”
”Saoirse Maguire, a Shieldmaiden, affectionately called Psycho by friends and family alike. One of the tougher competitors in Mile High Wrestling. Yes, there’s plenty to say to her, isn’t there?”
”Mm-hmm. Shall I…?”
AMV nods and Elise, setting the tablet aside, slides gracefully off the desk. Gathering up her discarded glove, she pulls it back on and saunters right over to Aloysius. He turns to meet her, a hand going to the small of her back. Drawing her in, he kisses the young woman rather deeply. Elise, bent back by Aloysius and his enthusiasm, squeaks in surprise as well as pleasure. Bringing her back up, leaving the young blonde out of breath, Vance sends her on with a pat to the rear and a smile, Elise giving him a sparkling grin of her own before leaving the room, moving past the camera and shutting the door behind her. For Vance, it is now game time.
”Before we get down to business, realizing you’re probably sick of hearing it by this point, I want to offer my most sincere condolences for your loss, for myself and for Reaper. No one should be taken from this earth before it is their time. Even as the monsters some see us as,we truly believe this and hope that you never have to deal with the like ever again.”
Turning fully for the first time, adjusting his cufflinks in the process, Aloysius puts on his game face and gets down to business.
”We find ourselves in an odd sort of situation, or at least that is what some would think. After the count-out loss of two weeks ago, I’ve heard the murmurs and the mumbling. I’ve heard the screams from the so-called summit, too, but those are inconsequential.”
Well, not mentioning her clearly does not include not poking at her.
”People are of the mind now that Reaper is starting to crumble. I mean, two losses in his first, what, six or seven matches? Clearly he is not someone to be afraid of. Clearly… he is human and, thus, breakable… beatable. Chinks exist in his armor. And the masses are swarming like locusts, thinking they will be the plague that chases the New Nightmare right out of Mile High.
But that is not what you think, Saoirse, is it? Just one of the reasons that both I and Reaper are looking forward to this battle. Much as it was with Rebecca, your dear wife, Reaper has the distinct pleasure of battling someone who he can not only respect, but someone who does not give a fiddler’s fuck about extraneous details. To you, as it was to Rebecca, this is another fight. The stakes are only as high as we make them, and where Reaper is concerned… well, perhaps that isn’t the best barometer for this incoming fracas…”
In the midst of a pause, AMV looks briefly concerned. When he opens up to continue, his tone is slightly more subdued. It feels as though he is about to speak in a form of confidence to Psycho, though without making it a secret from anyone else, odd as that seems.
”You see, we’ve had our ears to the road for some time now, Psycho, and recent revelations have Reaper in quite a mood. Now, I am not going to make the pithy threat that the New Nightmare is not in his right mind and, thus, a danger to you. That would be arrogant and, in a word, stating the obvious. Reaper is a danger to everyone every moment that he is awake and breathing. Nothing short of the hand of God himself could change that, for he is what made Reaper what he is. No, this is a little… different. Reaper is not more dangerous at this point, but is instead unchecked. The monster is inflamed with a new level of fury, to the point where some prayers might be required.
You live a dangerous life yourself, Saoirse. So do all of the Maidens. When a threat comes up against one of your own, when danger stalks your club, you mass and attack. You deal with the matter with utter finality. Therefore, you understand the feeling of loss and how the most passionate of us deal with it. What you feel for those recently lost, Reaper feels for someone nearly lost to him. I will not stand here and state that I know the reason why for your situation because it isn’t my place. And it is the same stance I take with Reaper’s own situation. I do not know why and, frankly, I do not care why. He called upon me when the incident happened and since that day, I have done all that has been asked of me.”
Running a hand over his slicked-back hair, AMV chuckles dryly.
”There was no real point to that little exposition, Saoirse. I suppose, due to Reaper’s feelings about you and yours, I felt that full disclosure was appropriate. He understands. As do I. Call it a disclaimer to help put us all at ease before the bell rings and the New Nightmare assaults you the same as he did with Rebecca months ago. And this is said despite your obvious disdain for me. Such is life. By now, I'm used to it, so... no harm, no foul.”
And there it is… there’s AMV getting into that tone and manner where he’s about to detail the destruction to come. Before he can launch into that part of the monologue, though, his phone rings. Perturbed, AMV nevertheless picks it up, holding up a finger as if to say pause the recording while he chats…
...but the camera keeps rolling.
”Yes? Wait… you have what?! Are you 100% sure about-”
He’s cut off, nodding quickly and grabbing something to write on and with as he listens to the person on the other end of the phone.
”Right… right… look, I don’t doubt you, (garbled), but if this gets acted on and we find out that it’s not legit-”
More comments from the other end of the phone.
”I’ll do what’s necessary, (garbled). You have my word.”
Hanging up, Vance realizes as he looks up that the camera was still on. Narrowing his stare, he glares at the person behind the device.
”Congratulations. Now we have some editing to do. Turn that damn thing off, you nitwit.”
Moments later, AMV is berating the apologetic cameraman. A few minutes after that, the doors open and in steps Reaper himself. The cameraman swallows a huge lump in his throat as AMV looks up, likewise concerned. He pauses before he speaks.
”I just got a call. Did you-”
Reaper nods slowly. After a few tense, quiet moments, he gestures to the safe on the other side of the room. AMV, curious, turns that way… then back to Reaper. A dawning expression appears on his face.
”The keys? But I thought-”
Stopping himself, AMV straightens up and nods.
”Sorry. It isn’t my place to question you when it comes to that. Do you need a ride?”
Reaper shakes his head.
”Do we have time to finish addressing Saoirse?”
Turning his masked visage in the direction of the camera, then looking around at the room for a moment, Reaper quietly points down toward the floor. Vance, understanding, turns to the cameraman.
”All right, sport. We’re taking this down to the lobby. Reaper will see you down while I collect what he needs. Try not to fuck up. Again.”
Reaper’s attention snaps to the cameraman, who almost falls on his face trying to move back from the New Nightmare. Catching him by the arm, and sparing thousands of dollars of damage to the camera in the process, Reaper rights the young man, pointing firmly in the direction of the elevator. The cameraman needs no further impetus.
On the ground floor, the foyer of the building has all the grace and class of a Roman temple. Statues, a fountain, winding staircases and more. There are more than law services in this place, and you can bet that they’re affordable only to the creme de la creme of society. AMV certainly looks right at home in the scene. Reaper, meanwhile, looks like the ancient guardian of some forgotten treasure standing within a castle’s halls, ready to destroy the first asshole who comes within sniffing distance.
As is his wont, Vance stands in front of Reaper, the camera keeping them front and center as AMV properly addresses the woman known as “Psycho” once again.
”I’d introduce you two, Saoirse, but I think you’ve already met.”
A subtle wink is given the camera by AMV. Reaper, popping his neck, merely nods in response.
”While we take no personal grief from the loss two weeks ago on ThrowDown, there is a matter of appearances and aura. We lend little credence to the idea that Reaper is starting to slip because that is simply not the case. And as much as certain parties will overhype what I am about to say, it still requires putting out there: Reaper needs to remind the world, especially the part of it in which Mile High Wrestling resides, of who the hell he is. The road to that goal, unfortunately, passes through you, Saoirse. Don’t expect pithy warnings or thinly-veiled threats, though. Again, there is respect among us. We’re better than that. So are you, relatively speaking.”
Reaper nods once. Even for a silent man, that’s a pretty slight expression.
”This is a fight, plain and simple. A fight that Reaper is going to win. For perhaps the first time in a while, the New Nightmare is motivated in a way beyond just getting the job done quickly and violently, though fury certainly plays a part, too. Any buff jackass can throw people around and pound on them like an otter smashing open a clam, getting a win here and a win there. But luck does not last forever and, eventually, someone so green and one-trick is going to be made to look foolish by someone with half a brain. And then the gravy train is derailed before it even picks up speed. Reaper is not so one-dimensional, though up to this point he has been bereft of a plan for what happens inside the ring. Mile High places a warm body in front of him and he proceeds to batter it into semi-consciousness, taking home the larger paycheck. Rinse, lather, repeat.
Much like a gambler betting his life away at the tables, though, victories constantly demand greater triumphs in order to satisfy. And when a loss comes, that amplifies the need for a victory even more so, and that is where so many fail. Loss wrecks them. All the poise, all the acquired prizes and glory… it is as if they never happened at all. Some might wishfully think that this is the state Reaper is in, that a win over you is a necessity after the debacle of his last match. Such fools as that are sub-morons. A win over you, Saoirse, as far as wrestling goes, would only maintain the status quo. No, it is what a defeat for you would do for his mission, the first time that his career and his quest have crossed wires, that means the most. Consider this, if you will…”
Musingly, and with a smile, AMV steps forward and gestures in a grandiose fashion, drawing attention to himself while the New Nightmare, clearly agitated based on his body language, smacks his fist into his open palm. One could swear they hear snarling behind the mask...
”Every warrior has a limit. Perhaps it is their sense of honor or a code or set of morals that prohibits them from going too far. There are certain types that they will not fight, levels of violence to which they will not rise or stoop depending on your perspective. You, though you would happily battle your own sisters if put across the ring from them, would no doubt keep yourself from crossing a certain line… even if there were nasty words between you, even if they deserved to suffer. They’re still your family, blood or otherwise, and that means that you have to approach the battle at a handicap whether you like it or not. If you found yourself, Saoirse, across the ring from Rebecca or another of the Maidens, which I’m sure has happened at least once in the past, you would not go at them the same as you would against a member of the Coven, would you? Skrabz would not get the lighter of your wrath, nor would Ripley or Chris Mosh.
Because you ARE a warrior.
That, however, is where you and Reaper are so very different. There is not a soul on this planet that Reaper would not destroy if they were put across the ring from him. When those that mass against him, drawing his ire with each passing second, come to realize that this is a monster, a Nightmare, with no limits? The chaos will be palpable... and from this he will snatch vengeance from them one scream at a time. Might there be a hint of resistance due to respect or some other nebulous sensation when he battles you and yours, though? You would have to ask him. I, however, have watched him tear apart strangers and former friends alike, inside the ring and out. People that he broke bread with once upon a time have found themselves bleeding at his feet. And for what, you might be asking? Because it is what he does. Because it is what he was born to do. Am I sounding like a broken record yet? I know I’ve said this before, but recently, well… I’m finding that a lot of Mile High needs a reminder now and then of just who they’re fucking with. Like the Coven. Like Skrabz. You don’t want to be like them, Saoirse, do you? You don’t want to go that far to live up to your chosen nomenclature, do you?”
Steepling his hands before him, lowering them to extend the index digits in the direction of the camera, pointing at it and Psycho, AMV nods firmly.
”Of course not. You have a war to consider, a family and a club to protect. You do not want to be broken in a match that in the grand scheme will be mean little to either party. What would be the use? It would be nothing but a waste. Of course you will fight and most certainly you’ll lay a drubbing on the New Nightmare. But a win? It isn’t worth it for you, Saoirse. I implore you not to take this as condescension. It is the unvarnished truth. I say it out of the personal respect I have for you and yours, not because of Reaper.”
Glancing back to Reaper, who while still agitated does indicate that this is the truth, Vance returns his full attention to Psycho.
”By all means, young lady: bring all your Irish ferocity and the strength that is so common among your leather sisters… because while you do not wish to forsake them, you also would not want to shame them. Reaper will likewise bring the destruction that has become synonymous with his name and, as has been the case with literally every other opponent that he has stepped into the ring with… EVERY opponent…”
Quite the emphasis there..
”...he will return your fiery passion with cold intensity and pain. Nothing you cannot bounce back from, of course, but more than enough to leave you staring at the lights for far more than three seconds. And then, as with most of the rest, you can go back to the war with the rest. Invariably, one of the Coven will decide to step up to Reaper as well, and you have our word that when that happens, we’ll visit upon them an equally life-shortening smashing that would make the Hulk himself wince. Perhaps a little more so, since we’re not all that fond of the arrogance of that pack of rascals.”
He offers a bit of a laugh while Reaper clearly shakes his head with fervency.
”That is all that there is to it, young lady. Arrive, fight, fall and carry on. It is time that Mile High was reminded of who walks above and among them, from Robert Mack on down to the lowest jobber yanking on that curtain. It does not start with you, Psycho, because it never truly ended. But wrestling being the short attention span theater that it is, a refresher is often necessary. It is a lesson that we’re fond of teaching. In Reaper’s case, a little TOO fond.
The force of nature that is the New Nightmare is coming for you, Psycho. Let us see what you’re made of. Let’s see how you handle the monster who will one day sit atop the corpses of those who created his lust for wrath before stepping down to dominate the company that we all call home. For you, even in defeat, you might find something you were lacking.
Welcome to the nightmare.”
Having a lady waiting for him, AMV takes his leave after that comment. Reaper, however, approaches the camera… which is tilted back to take in the tower of a man now looming over it. Taking hold of it, Reaper is about to shove it aside, but instead leans in and holds the device steady in the process. Heavy breathing is heard and then...
...nothing. Just a snarl and a shoving of the device… then static and into darkness we go.
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