Darius was hearing the soft beeps and other sounds from the various machines that he was connected to while he was taking a light nap in his hospital bed. He opened his eyes when he heard sound that wasn’t coming from the machines and noticed Lt. Colonel Samuels sitting beside him with rosary beads in hand. He knew that his C.O. is a deeply devout Roman Catholic but he rarely shown it in front of the other members of the base but Darius knew when he saw the man leave a small church off base.
“Doing a special prayer on your Rosary Sir?”
Colonel Samuels stopped his prayers and looked up from his chair.
“I never took you for the religious type Grey.”
“I am not but one of my older siblings is and I sometimes hear him say his prayers whenever I visit since I spend a lot of time at his place. How long was I out?”
“It has been almost a week now. The damage to your back and shoulder were really bad and they needed to do a lot of work on you just to get the healing process going.”
“What about the Lindens? I know they were hurt as bad as I was and they would be on the same floor as I was.”
When Darius noticed his C.O.’s reaction, he gingerly sat up in his bed and looked at him, wondering what had happened.
“What happened to them?”
“They were killed in the secondary explosion at the school. There were a few children that were still in the school and they went in to save them but we didn’t know there was another bomb there while you were attempting to dismantle the first bomb. The second bomb went off as we were backing off from the first bomb as it went off and the Lindens were caught in the crossfire when they got the remaining children out but couldn’t get themselves out.”
Darius’s eyes flickered in pain when he heard his C.O. explain the situation about what happened to the Linden twins. The brother and sister were as close to family that he had within the unit and they were there for him when he needed the support. He knew how it was going to be hard to not have them in the unit and was not be able to go to them for the familial type of support anymore.
“There is nothing left of them to send home and I am going to express our condolences to their families when some of you are medically cleared to travel home.”
Darius shook his head and opened his hand to Colonel Samuels, feeling slight pain in his left shoulder and in his neck in the process.
“Please give me their dog tags Sir. I wish to be the one to tell their families in person while I return the dog tags to the respective family. It is the least I can do for them.”
He heard a light laugh coming from the C.O. while he watched him bringing out the dog tags from his pants pocket.
“I had a feeling you would want to do it. The 3 of you were as thick as thieves in the unit and always caused a bit of trouble whenever you guys could whenever we were in the mess hall or tavern or spending a night on the town.”
“Do you blame us Sir? We shared a common bond of people considering us as misfits and having the chip on our shoulders due to our past. You know how we are and you know it made the bond between us stronger.”
“Yes I know how the 3 of you got along full well. The rest of the unit was able to accept them when they were assigned as the unit’s technician/mechanic and geographic terrain expert respectively….”
“It is because the other members of the unit were used to me already. The unit is considered my family and the people I have accepted despite our superiors looking at me as a person not worth the space on the unit because of the person I am when I joined the military.”
Colonel Samuels sighed as he couldn’t make a retort when a nurse came in and spoke to him in German.
“I am sorry Colonel Samuels but we need to bring the Major in for tests for how he is doing after his surgery.”
“I understand.” He looked at Darius and spoke in English. “I will remain here to wait to continue our conversation Major.”
Samuels placed the dog tags on the side table of Darius’s bed while he was placed into a wheelchair to head to another place in the hospital.
Place: Washington D.C. Year: 2020 ON CAMERA
Alastair had returned to the base after returning from the clinic for a checkup for his right shoulder. He still had pain in it and occasional circulation problems in it after the explosion several years ago but it never hindered him with his duties with the unit and the training he had to be a wrestler.
“People may be seeing me in a different light since the end of my undefeated streak at the hands of a shieldmaiden and have not picked up a win since then. If they are of the opinion that I am not worth the time or space, they are sorely mistaken just like my superiors in the Marine Corps.”
Alastair remembered the men and women at the training academy that looked down on him because he never listened to the rules and rarely followed the training regimen that was laid out for the new recruits.
“I, like my fellow members of the Coven, rarely ever follow the rules that the mainstream members of society lay out for how are we to live. I admit my life as Marine is highly focused and regimented but that does not mean I can’t use that life for my advantage, especially leading up to the violent life of a wrestler that I am coming up to my 1st anniversary of soon.”
He entered the tavern that was on the far end of the base and noticed his unit were sitting in the far corner. Several members of the unit were with him when the explosion happened and knew he was going for the check up during the morning. The relatively newer members of the unit didn’t know what happened but knew never to press their C.O. about what happened on the previous mission. Alastair remained in the shadows as he is heard speaking again.
“The Coven reminds me much of my unit, a family that knows the special abilities of each member and how each ability is best made to use for the family in the long run. We will need to tap into these special abilities on Throwdown when we walk into the 10 person elimination style main event match against the thug that is the Ultimate champion in Skrabz and his mix match tag team of 3 members of the Shieldmaidens and some random woman from another promotion that decided to stand up with him against the Coven.”
Alastair snarled quietly at the mention of the Shieldmaidens since he and the rest of the Coven were dealing with them for quite some time even before he joined the dark and dubious stable.
“Hamilton, Bandit and Psycho each want to come to aid the champion against his main contender since she is someone a member of a stable these women are not a fan of. They, like the other enemies of the state, want to keep Jensen away from her goal and they will do anything to do it, which includes making a deal with the devil in Skrabz. Psycho I understand will want her pound of flesh because of what I did to her wife at Black Magic but the victim of my carnage already made her point clear about what she felt of me and my actions when we faced each other on the first Ammo after the PPV. Bandit has her own plans for this match I know this and she will do whatever her shieldmaiden sisters would do during this match and live up to her name in the process. Hamilton and I have crossed paths before and the experience has taught me what to expect from her when we face each other again in this high stakes style match.”
He turned silent as he heard the doors of the tavern open and close to see people come and go while the wheels in his mind continued to spin for the match. Some of the officers and enlisted personnel took notice of what Alastair was doing with his promotional but left him alone as many of them knew of what he did away from the base.
“Stacy Deville must have some point to make when she appeared on Throwdown by joining Skrabz against the Coven. Let me put this notice to Stacy, she has left a lot more questions than answers to the Mile High roster, especially the other 4 partners in this match. They have no idea of what her motives are for arriving to Mile High while she has her own agenda and motives since she has made her presence known here. For all we know, she could be looking for ways to earn another title to her name and by siding with Skabz before signing an official contract with MHW and then turn against him when he is no longer of value to her.”
Alastair flashes a cold but knowing smile at the words he shared about the champion and the members of his team would be controversial but knew they would affect anyone who would hear them.
“Unlike the mismatch little group of Skrabz and his mismerry men, each member of the Coven treat the other member like a unit. We always look out for each other and we protect our unit in whatever way possible while working on our machinations inside of a wrestling ring or away from it. The motto of the Coven is quite similar to my own personal motto: Search and Destroy!”
Alastair laughs sadistically as he allowed the words he directed to Skrabz and his cronies to be heard and sunk in. They would be words that would strike a nerve with a lot of people but he really didn’t give a shit about what people thought.
“I am sorry Colonel, can I speak with you?”
Darius noticed a young Private that reminded him of someone from his past but didn’t want to show any reaction.
“I was in the middle of wrapping something up Private...”
Darius narrowed his eyes at the Private standing in front of him when she revealed her name.
“My father was Major Christopher Linden. I can see the questions you have in your eyes and my father had me when he and my mother not long after they finished high school before my father he started his training and college. Unlike my father, I am an enlisted personnel and I joined the Army after high school as a continuation of his legacy a few years ago. I was just assigned to this base a little over a year ago.”
He crossed his arms, remembering that the brother of the brother/sister duo was a bit older than he were when they joined the unit.
"I remember he was a bit older than most when he joined the unit from another unit on another base."
“He joined your unit after focusing to get his masters in biotechnology and Mechanical Engineering, which is why he was a few years older than you were when he joined before your second tour overseas. The Corps may not have appreciated his attitude from what my mother told me but with the knowledge he was going to bring in, they allowed him to finish his degree. My mother told me stories about how the two of you got along and when you brought back these when you returned from your recovery.”
Darius’s eyes flickered with hidden emotion when he watched the younger Linden pull out her father’s dog tags from her uniform pocket. He remembered the day that he returned them to her mother that fateful day almost 5 years ago after he returned from Berlin.
“It was nice meeting you Private and I hope you are able to live up to what is expected of you while you are here.”
Private Linden saluted to Alastair before she placed the dog tags back into her pocket and joined her unit in the corner of the mess hall before he joined his own.
Last Edit: Jan 15, 2020 13:38:07 GMT -6 by Deleted: Just editting the championship that Skrabz holds since I made a bit of an error.
Earlier tonight The War Queen Leah made her debut in Mile High Wrestling at the Rise Again pay per view. While the results would forever read Samantha “The Titaness” Hamilton defeats War Queen Leah via pinfall, it was a match that would change the trajectory of her career to come. Leah gained the attention of the fans, the attention of management and the attention of one Jansen Myrrh. Little did she know, after her match was done and she was in the back talking with her husband, Jansen would offer up a proposition; a proposition that could not be spoken about within the halls of the Magness Arena. Instead, this meeting took place a quarter mile down the road in a bar known as Asbury Provisions. Seated at the far end of the bar to not be noticed Leah and Jansen sat in their street clothes discussing plans while having a few drinks; Leah her signature White Claw while Jansen opted for water only.
War Queen Leah: So you’re saying you’ve got these Ihari sisters, Muriko and Huruka, someone named Maho and who else?
Jansen Myrrh: We’re still in the planning stages but I have some ideas for two more to rise up with us.
War Queen Leah: And, should I join, this is to take down the Shieldmaidens?
Jansen Myrrh: On the contrary. The Shieldmaidens are but a pawn in the great scheme of things. This is about taking back what should be rightfully ours. It just so happens that those Shieldmaidens are currently what stands between us and that ultimate goal.
War Queen Leah: I’m not sure. I said I wasn’t going to come in stepping on anybody’s toes and Samantha Hamilton doesn’t seem that bad.
Jansen just stares at Leah for a moment as she takes a drink of her water.
Jansen Myrrh: Trust me, Leah. Everyone falls for the Shieldmaiden antics; especially Sam. Outwardly, they are beloved. They are THE faction in Mile High Wrestling but others don’t see what I see. You’ll see it too if you open your eyes enough. They aren’t to be trusted. They narrate their own reality and we’re all bound by their desires. If my plan goes accordingly, we’ll all prosper. Each and every one of us will see the other side and there will be no glass ceiling holding us down.
War Queen Leah: And what do you want with me?
Jansen Myrrh: The idea of Coven is not about rankings but rather a collective. Still, I need a partner by my side. I need a right hand man or, in this instance, a right hand woman. I need to know if you believe in the cause and will stand beside us. Things can get messy but you just need to trust me. There’s going to be times in which I’m leading the way. There’s going to be times in which you’re leading as well. We just need to be on the same page to get to the ultimate goal.
Jansen lets that linger in Leah’s mind for a bit. Leah sits there at the bar contemplating the proposal as she takes a few drinks from her White Claw.
War Queen Leah: Where do we start?
A smile comes across Jansen’s face as she can tell Leah is on board.
Jansen Myrrh: I need a spy on the inside. What you did tonight was great. Sure, you lost but that fight you gave will have certainly earned the respect of Sam and the other Shieldmaidens. Keep at it. This meeting never happened. You position yourself to be an ally of the Maidens. Get close enough to the inner circle as you can. When the time is right you’ll know. We strike while the iron is hot and we all go down in history as the ones that opened the collective eyes of the world to who the Shieldmaidens truly are. That’s how we shatter the glass ceiling around here.
It could have been the third White Claw she was on but Leah felt really good about this idea of Coven. She had only been in the pro wrestling business for roughly a year and, up until this point, only known for being the wife of The New Perfection Jay Aguero. This was her time to step out and shine and she was going to take the horse by the reins in order to rise up.
War Queen Leah: You’ve got a deal. The only thing I ask is that we all have a say in how Coven goes. Far too often I have seen a hierarchy within pseudo factions that ultimately cause them to crumble. For me, Coven doesn’t just stop when we reach our goal. We continue. We fight for Coven because it’s an idea. We disrupt the system, we alter the course of what others try to make for us. We forge our own paths. Each and every one of us. We vote on decisions as a collective. One person doesn’t just bark orders and the others fall in line. If someone falls in line it is because they share that belief. We on the same page?
Another smirk by Jansen. She raises her glass of water and cheers Leah.
Jansen: And that’s exactly why I want you for Coven. I knew we would be on the same page.
The two clink their drinks together and finish their toast as the scene draws to a close.
Time: 9:45PM Date: January 5th, 2020 Location: United Center, Chicago, IL (ThrowDown Ep. 28)
The War Queen Leah is standing backstage with fellow Coven members Alastair Frost, Gabriel Ohio and Emily Falls as she attempts to rile up the group. In the ring, Skrabz is defending the MHW Phoenix Title against Jackie “Bandit” Layton. The fans can be heard chanting Bullet’s name. Leah takes notice of the fans accolation of the Shieldmaiden and simply scoffs.
War Queen Leah: Alright people. It’s almost time. I know Jansen said she didn’t want Coven involved any more with Skrabz and she wanted to make things just between the two of them but this isn’t about their match at Myrrder She Wrote. This isn’t about their banter back and forth. This is about retribution. Last month Skrabz tried to embarrass the three of you. Ems, Skrabz threw you face first into the Titantron. Alastair, you ended up on the receiving end of a Mic Check. And you, Ohio. Skrabz caught you with the Snare Clap.
Leah shakes her head back and forth.
War Queen Leah: You all were out there in support of our sister, Jansen. We didn’t get involved in any matches. It was a cowardly attack by Skrabz to tarnish the good name of Coven. Are we going to sit idly by like that didn’t happen?
A low “no” comes from the mouths of Frost and Falls as a barely audible grunt followed by a shrugging of the shoulders from Ohio. Leah’s attention is drawn back to the fans for a moment as she can hear the cheering quickly turn to boos.
War Queen Leah: I’m serious guys. I know this eats at you as much as it eats at me. Now let’s go out there and teach Skrabz that you don’t mess with Coven.
Emily Falls: Where were you when Skrabz attacked us? You weren’t out there.
War Queen Leah: What?
Emily Falls: You weren’t out there. You didn’t get attacked.
War Queen Leah: Listen, I would have been out there myself in support of Jansen but I had just been through a war with Psycho for the Hardcore Title in the prior match. I was with medical getting looked over. Had I known Skrabz was going to do that I would have been there. You mess with one Coven member, you mess with them all. Again, are we going to do this or not?
An audible yes comes from the other three members of Coven as Meozha Zhanae’s voice can be overheard.
Meozha Zhanae: And the winner of this match, and STILL MHW Phoenix Champion... Skrabz!!!
War Queen Leah: Alright. Come on. Let’s go. Now, now, now.
The four members of Coven hightailed it through the curtain as Skrabz’s music can be heard playing over the PA System.
The camera reveals Gabriel Ohio, Alastair Frost, "The War Queen" Leah, and Emily Falls standing on each side of the ring, staring inside at Skrabz. Leah nods her head and each of them step up onto the ring apron as Skrabz smirks and nods his head, laying his belts down, ready for a fight.
All of a sudden, murmurs from the crowd can be heard as a young lady slides right past Leah into the ring and stands side by side with the MHW Double Champion. The War Queen immediately recognizes the woman as Stacy Deville. Not only does Leah often wrestle in the same company Stacy Deville is champion of, Elysium Pro Wrestling, but she’s also the owner of Rose City Wrestling; a company her sister Q is contracted by.
Skrabz looks at Stacy Deville with confusion, as she nods at him before looking at the four Coven members surrounding the ring. Leah drops down from the ring apron and signals for the rest to join her. The fans start booing. Frost and Falls drop down next, but Ohio stays for a moment staring a hole through the two in the ring.
Leah yells for Ohio to "come on", and he finally drops down from the apron, laughing again. Skrabz would soon get his receipt for the embarrassment he put upon Coven back at ThrowDown Episode 27 but not today. Unfortunately, we’ll have to wait for another day.
Time: 10:43AM Date: January 16th, 2020 Location: Denver, Colorado
The scene opens up inside Vital Strength & Fitness, a gym located in Denver, Colorado. The War Queen Leah is off in the corner with a heavy bag working on her strikes while none other than her EVIL compadre, “Evil” Emily Falls holds the bag stead. Leah is throwing in rapid fire blows to the bag, alternating between jabs, hooks and crosses. Falls, while holding the bag steady, grimaces as she clearly doesn’t want to catch an errant blow. Leah’s speed gradually gets quicker and quicker as she adds in a few forearm and elbow strikes. Sweat can be seen beading down her face as the intensity grows. Bits of her hair are coming loose from the hair tie and falling in her face as Leah lets out a primal shriek. The War Queen delivers a spinning back elbow to the bag and then a vicious front kick that even sends Emily Falls back a few inches. Exhausted, Leah pauses.
War Queen Leah: Alright. That was good. We’ll take fifteen and then it’s your turn. Good?
Emily falls nods as she steps out of the scene. Still catching her breath Leah pulls off her hair tie and shakes out any disarray in her hair before pulling it back into a tight ponytail. She takes a seat on a nearby bench and grabs a water as she addresses the camera.
War Queen Leah: We don’t grow as a team unless we see each other more than once every two weeks. That girl over there’s got something and I tell you this.
Leah pauses to take a drink of water.
War Queen Leah: People are about to stop and take notice of EVIL. It’s kind of like Team Kosov, or Team Aphrodites, whatever they are calling themselves now. Nika and the HeKate came into MHW with a bit of hype. Better watch out. These girls compete in mixed martial arts. They are legit badasses. Meanwhile, word around town is that people are wondering what’s up with Ems and I teaming up. Isn’t that the same girl that lost a match because she got caught up on the ring apron? Yeah. And? So many people have sat there dismissed Ems since the very beginning. Still, she shows up. She puts the effort in. Now, she’s producing results. Those mixed martial arts girls talked a good game. The ever humble Nika and the hot headed HeKate put up a fight but it was EVIL that got that one, two, three on that night. That makes us 2-0 and down the line I’d like to think that puts us into contention of unseat those Shieldmaidens. But that’s for another time and place.
The War Queen adjusts herself on the bench before taking another swig of water.
War Queen Leah: This Sunday at Throwdown Episode 29 we have quite possibly one of the biggest main events in the history of Throwdown; and I’m not just talking about the numbers game. We’ve got in store a massive ten person tag team elimination match that pits Coven against a gaggle of goofs; a mismatch of sorts if I ever saw one. Sure, you’ve got some comradery at foot. You’ve got three Shieldmaidens in Bandit, Psycho and The Titaness. You’ve got the Tag Team Champions. You’ve got three women cut from the same… well, from the same kutte. But then you take those three and you team them up with Mr. Stanza and Ms. DeVille. And yet they call Coven the misfits?
The War Queen rolls her eyes.
War Queen Leah: There is one thing that can be said about this thrown together band of oddballs in which they have quite a bit of commonality. It’s the ego and hubris that each individual brings to the table. Skrabal Stanza is the walking epitome of hubris with his arrogance and excessive pride and someday soon he will receive his comeuppance. We’ve gone to great lengths to describe Samantha Hamilton’s untouchable sense of self-importance; what with her need to rewrite history and produce her own narrative. You’ve got Sosh, who is clinging to dear life any semblance to the former glory she once held and yet continues to hold herself to the same pedestal. And Bandit. Poor little Jackie. I don’t blame you for the conceitedness you hold within you. I blame your Shieldmaiden sisters. I blame the ignorant fans out there. I blame Robert Mack for filling your head with such pisspoor ideas like you being the unsung hero of the Maidens. Although always seen as being a tag team player, you’ve quietly been rising up the ranks as an individual competitor. Oh please, you’ve simply been granted opportunity after opportunity. Do you honestly think you earned a shot at Skrabz and the MHW Phoenix Title? Those around you may have fueled that self-assured hubris you walk around with but I see differently. I see a lot of things different than others. I see reality. And the reality is you’re better off hiding behind a partner and only coming out of your hole ever so often.
The War Queen begins removing her MMA gloves she was utilizing while working the heavy bag.
War Queen Leah: And then there’s you, Stacy. Ms. DeVille. The only one in this match whose arrogance and pride can match that of Skrabal Stanza. Your reputation precedes you. While some have no clue to your history. While some see you as this mythical creature that’s come to MHW to help save us all… first off, we know Jansen Myrrh is MHW’s Savior… I know the real you. You’ve garnered attention from the audience by being the Elysium Pro World Champion. You’ve put your name out there to tussle with Coven in animated form through Kan Tai Panda Adventures. You are the owner and booker of Rose City Wrestling. The reality of the situation is that you're a complete hack. Now, I was hesitant to say anything discouraging about you initially in fear that you may take out your frustrations on my sister, Q. She is, after all, signed to your promotion and is your greatest Artemis Champion to ever grace RCW. I wouldn’t want you to go and get a bruised ego and strip her of the title all on my accord.
Leah takes another drink from her water bottle.
War Queen Leah: Then I got to thinking. Q is a big girl. She’s certainly made a name for herself and blatantly can give two craps about what anyone thinks or says about her so I thought screw it. True, you are the Elysium Pro World Champion. You deserve applause for that accomplishment. You’ve held that belt for 180 days. That’s an accolade not many can bolster nowadays. Still, I must question how often you’ve actually defended that strap. Maybe once since you won the title. Still, you walk around these parts like you’re God’s gift to wrestling. Let’s see you put that to the test this Sunday as Coven exposes you for the fraud you are.
The War Queen sets the water bottle down beside her feet and stands up.
War Queen Leah: That same hubris. That same ego that all of Coven’s opponents this Sunday at Throwdown individually harness isn’t a positive commonality. It ultimately leads to infighting over whom has the biggest ego and, needless to say, that is a very tough challenge. Coven isn’t about hubris and ego. Coven is a unit, a family. We set out to expose others with those very same traits. We targeted the Shieldmaiden for thinking they were holier than thou and we took them down at Black Magic. We exposed them for what they really were. This Sunday, we once again go to battle as a whole, as a unit, as a family. We know the odds are always going to be against us. We can be out gunned. We can be out manned. Anything with the Maidens leaves you out numbered but we will not be out planned. We’ve got ourselves a serviceman in our trenches. He knows a thing or two about war and war is what we’re about to bring. Coven does not carry with them the egocentric attitude that our opponents carry nor do we express the naivety that others implore. There will be casualties. This is a ten person tag team elimination contest and Coven fully anticipates waving a few flags at half mast as long as it leads to the end goal. And folks, The War Queen is ready to bring about the End Game.
The War Queen chuckles to herself a bit before becoming a bit more serious. Emily Falls has returned from their short break. She has her own pair of gloves on and ready to do her part in working the heavy bag. Falls and Leah bump fists prior to The War Queen grabbing the heavy bag and bracing it for contact.
After a successful appearance on Throwdown, Jansen was ready to get back to training at Beach Squires. But as she was packing for her trip back to Miami, she received a text. She picked up her phone and grins as she sees the response to a text she sent out earlier. She swiped it open and typed in a response and then immediately contacted the airline to make a change to her destination and then continued to pack.
January 9, 2020
After her detour, Jansen Myrrh decided on a second detour before heading back to Beach Squires. Tickets would be going on sale at the O2 and Jansen wanted to be there. She had words for her people and wanted to address them in person. After arriving in London and checking in at a hotel, she went out and made a few purchases for her address and then crashed for the evening.
January 10, 2020
She wanted to wait until the right moment, so as it approached 10pm in London, she shot out a tweet and by 11pm, there were hundreds, perhaps even over a thousand of fans gathered outside of the O2 arena. She had purchased a speaker and microphone the previous day and as she walked up to the crowd, they saw her and parted ways to allow her to walk to the front of the arena with her speaker as she set it down, turned it on and tapped the microphone to make sure it was working. “I don’t someone can record this and make sure it gets uploaded to the net? And tag me, will you?” She honestly didn’t have to worry about it as multiple phones were already raised up waiting for her to begin.
“I wanted to address my opponent for February 2nd’s Myrrhder She Wrote PPV, but I could have done it like I normally do, sitting in a hotel room. But I thought to myself, there are all of you counting on me to put an end to the miserable, pathetic title reign of the Man Like Skrabz.I decided that it was time to come to London to address MY people. Those who have chosen wisely to follow my ways and to trust that in the end, it will be myself who finally puts and end to a year plus long title reign that has been pathetic at best.”
A small chant of “Fuck That Guy” began to ring out and eventually grew louder until Jansen raised her hand up asking for them to calm down.
“I agree one hundred percent. Fuck that guy. But you see before that match, I have one more Throwdown that I need to get through. I have one more chance to make that statement along with my Coven family. We take on Stacy DeVille, Sam Hamilton, Jackie Layton, Psycho and my opponent for the PPV, Skrabz. You see, the team of the Shieldmaidens and DeVille should be looking over their shoulder because they cannot trust the Ultimate Champion to be in their corner.”
“You see, the minute that it gets tough for Skrabz, he’s going to walk. He’s going to walk away like a spoiled child. When he beat Candi Bratton last year for the Championship, he was the new golden boy. The big crush. He was just badass enough that he got the cheers. Rob Mack lined up the challengers and he knocked them down. Cain. Index. Bullet. Hamilton. Bandit. Vebbins. Mosh. Not one could get the job done. Well, it’s my turn now. Sunday the 19th will be my last stop before the PPV. The PPV, might I add, that Mack is so sure I’m going to dominate that he named this fucking show after me and put me on the poster.”
“Myself and my family members in the Coven are going to put the lights out for those five competitors. We already talked about Skrabz. He’s going to take a walk the first chance he gets. Titaness and Bandit are the tag team champions, but they’ve been sitting on those titles for a while, at least since before the last PPV and Mack doesn’t seem in any hurry to make them defend again. Psycho is a major disappointment these days. Getting her ass handed to her left and right by members of the Coven. That leaves us with miss Johnny-Come-Lately, Stacy DeVille.”
“Stacy, you and I have some history. I worked for you at Rose City Wrestling and I trained at Rose City Academy. I owe you for getting me up to a point. So, I’m going to just assume that you choosing to side with Skrabz last week was just a fact that you aren’t familiar with the lay of the land here yet. These fans already know what I know. That you cannot trust Skrabz.”
The chants ring out again, “Fuck That Guy! Fuck That Guy!”
“So, I wanted to give you a chance to be on the right side of hell. When the match starts, come on over and be on the side of the Coven and all will be right. These fans will accept you, Coven will accept you and your stay here at MHW will go much more smoothly. We absolutely have a spot for you on our team. All you have to do is accept.”
“Finally, I want everyone to silence themselves for just a moment and listen. Do you hear that sound? Do you hear it, London? That is the sound of change. That is the sound of the turning of the tide. That is the sound of the world righting itself once again. That is the sound that you will hear when I pin or submit Skrabz, right here in this arena and become the MHW Ultimate Champion. We’re less than four weeks away. The Gospel of Jansen will begin with it’s first chapter when all is said and done and you all, my congregation, can be here for the genesis of it all. The question I ask you now, will you be here? Thank you for coming!”
The fans erupt in cheers as Jansen reaches down and turns off her speaker. As she walks through, she leans down and offers it to a very young girl who gives her a high five. Jansen walks through the crowd who are chanting “fuck that guy” and she gives them high fives as she walks to the curb and a taxi pulls up. She turns and grins as she waves before getting into the cab and drives off which is when the feed turns off.
January 13, 2020
As Jansen walked into Beach Squires to continue her training on Monday morning, she was met by head training Jamison Coolidge.
“Welcome back. I wasn’t sure if you were coming back or not since you didn’t return last week. Take it off?”
Jansen sets her bag down and shakes her head, “Actually, more training. I went to meet with someone to work on a couple of things that I couldn’t learn here.”
This seems to surprise him, “Anyone I know?”
Jansen just grins, “Maybe. I’ll tell you in a bit. Let me get changed and we can start. I’ve only got about three weeks of training left before my big match, so I wanna get as much in as I can. I need you to push me harder, alright?”
“Sure you won’t give up?”
She just shook her head, “After what I went through last week? Bring it.” Jansen picks up her bag and heads into the locker room to change.
LATER THAT DAY
After a massage and a soak, Jansen went to her apartment and lied on the bed as she just sunk into the mattress. She had never trained this hard in her life. Even when she was a rookie training, it wasn’t like this at all. But her motivation has never been stronger. She needed this win. She needed it more than her lungs needed air.
She lied on her back and just slowly breathed in and out. It was in the quiet a sliver of doubt tried to creep in and taint her vision. She could feel that starting to spread. She opened her eyes and saw the ceiling above her and suddenly it was as if the floor broke apart and the bed starting falling down, down, down, down.
Jansen shot up in her bed and looked around the room. Her heart was racing. She let out a big sigh as she realized it was just a dream. She lied back down and pulled a cover over her and mutters under her breathe, “Fuck off.”
Friday, January 17, 2020 Office of Jackie Layton Shieldmaidens Clubhouse New Orleans, Louisiana 10:07 AM CST
It was a call she had never expected to receive.
The number two man at her father’s company up in Canada, an old family friend and confidante that had actually kept in touch with Gilbert Layton’s ex-wife and children, Mister Sheldon McRae, was not in the habit of making random calls unless something important was afoot. This had only happened two other times and both occurrences had accompanied attempts by someone else to undercut her father and take over the company.
So when the phone rang with that name and number staring back at her from the caller ID on her office phone, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, had frowned at the receiver before answering the call.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Sheldon?
The old man’s voice that answers her sounds as familiar as ever.
Sheldon McRae: Hey, Kiddo…
As Sheldon’s trails off, Bandit can’t help but note a hint of melancholy in the older man’s voice. Her frown only deepens as she silently ponders the meaning behind this in a thousand different ways before she finally manages to ask him.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What’s wrong?
Sheldon McRae: I would ask why something had to be wrong, but you wouldn’t laugh at that the way Corrie does…
Alarm starts to shoot through Bandit’s entire being.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Sheldon? What is going on?
Sheldon swallows hard.
Sheldon McRae: Your father is in the hospital. Normally that would be bad enough, but there’s also another attempt at the company coming. Gilbert is not going to be strong enough to stave this one off. They will at least succeed in getting him off the board if not outright wresting the company from him completely.
Bandit takes a deep breath, her eyes closing as she does so.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What happens with either set of variables? Which causes more chaos?
Sheldon hesitates. This was obviously not a question he relished contemplating.
Sheldon McRae: You mean, the timing of things?
Bandit nods, her eyes still closed.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yeah...
The old man goes quiet for a second.
Sheldon McRae: They’re not sure we need to worry about the one yet…
Bandit nods knowingly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You wouldn’t be calling me if you weren’t worried about that, Sheldon, what happens?
Sheldon swallows hard again.
Sheldon McRae: If he dies before the company is taken from him, his stake and thus his voting block passes to his estate. This would be split between his known heirs.
Bandit nods slowly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: How any of us are there and has he cut any of us out?
As Bandit sits listening, she can hear Sheldon mumbling a list of names.
Sheldon McRae: Six and no.
Bandit exhales heavily.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: How many of the others know?
This time Sheldon does not hesitate in his answer.
Sheldon McRae: None, your father made sure of it. It was always a stipulation to things.
Bandit shakes her head, almost laughing. It would be just like her father to do that to them, leave four children in the dark about who they all really were just so he wouldn’t have to deal with them or their wants, needs, and feelings.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And if it happens before that or before he recovers?
Sheldon exhales, seemingly grateful to be off of that subject.
Sheldon McRae: His voting block would be empty. The only mechanism for a proxy is if he is declared incapcitated, his heirs can select one of their own to sit in his chair until such time he is declared able again.
Bandit sits back in her chair, shaking her head even more now.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So basically, no matter what, Corrie and I need to break the Old Man’s wishes, contact four people who have no idea we exist, go, “Hey, guess what, we’re your sisters, Dad’s fucked and we gotta save his bacon before some Pharma Bro wannabe bitchboy steals it from everybody and runs the company into the ground so he can sell it short and make a killing at everyone else’s expense… how ya doing?”
Sheldon goes dead silent.
Sheldon McRae: How did you know that’s…
Bandit waves her hand dismissively as she opens her eyes, glarting hatefully across the room.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Because these fucking corporate douchebags never think longterm and they give no fucks about all the people whose lives they are playing God with just so they make a quick Benjamin. They always think so goddamn small!
Her fist pounds her desk as she pauses to pull herself together.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Who all do I need to call and what kind of antipathy am I looking at?
A shuffling of papers, what sound like pages in a book accompany the pause for Sheldon to find the information.
Sheldon McRae: You and Corrie are the only full siblings. The other four girls all have different mothers. Three of them used to work for us. Rebecca Chisholm was a young woman who got hired into the secretary pool. Gilbert took a liking to her…
Gritting her teeth, Bandit has to stop herself from screaming about her father. This was not the time to regale Sheldon with these thoughts that he already knew all too well.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: To her, or to her sweet young ass?
Sheldon pauses for a second and then answers the interruption.
Sheldon McRae: They had a fling that lasted six months. It ended when she became pregnant and your mother found out…
Bandit rolls her eyes.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Of course… and the child?
A page flips.
Sheldon McRae: Her name is Ainsley, she’s fourteen. Rebecca was transferred to another company and still works there. She’s worked her way up the ladder to middle management. She holds no ill will to your father as he has always provided for them…
Again, Bandit rolls her eyes in disgust.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: He did, or you did?
Going silent yet again, Sheldon gathers his thoughts for the answer.
Sheldon McRae: He left it to me and I…
Bandit nods knowingly again.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Is that the story with all four? Daddy Dearest found some hot young piece he wanted to smash, then dropped them when his dick worked and left you to clean up after him?
Sheldon nervously clears his throat.
Sheldon McRae: In a manner of speaking… yes…
Bandit shakes her head, lowering her head and staring at her desk for a second.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: How many were secretaries?
A page turns.
Sheldon McRae: Just one other, Barbara MacDonald was a secretary for our VP, John Davis, for ten years. She retired five years ago with a full pension, benefits and a few stock options.
Bandit sits back, looking to the ceiling of her office.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Let me guess, her daughter’s five?
The answer comes without hesitation.
Sheldon McRae: Catrìona MacDonald is… five...yes.
Bandit shakes her head, pursing her lips as she considers the situation in total.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What did he do to make her get that kind of payoff?
Another page flips.
Sheldon McRae: She threatened to sue us for sexual harassment. Your father wanted to destroy her, shake her to her very core and send her into some kind of black abyss purgatory but cooler heads prevailed.
A frown of disbelief crosses her face.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You talked him down?
That frown is quickly replaced by a knowing nod.
Sheldon McRae: The lawyers painted a picture of his exposure and he quickly came around to a more equitable settlement arrangement.
Pausing, Bandit finally nods in acknowledgement.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Old Man always did know when to fold them for a long term play…
She looks around her desk and finds her schedule, nodding at how empty is happens to be for the next few days.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: She still pissed at him?
Sheldon sighs heavily.
Sheldon McRae: Probably, yes, your father led her on and then threatened to basically end her professional life. She had a case because of how long he hounded her before she finally gave in on the idea that he would make it worth her while after.
Bandit just shakes her head.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Wonderful, and the others?
Pages flip and Sheldon answers.
Sheldon McRae: Jane MacTavish is a woman that should be sitting on our board and probably should be your stepmother but she quit both the company and the relationship when your father wanted certain stipulations before he even considered marriage. Her daughter, Moira, is ten.
Bandit does some quick math.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: He was fucking her when…
This time it’s Sheldon’s turn to cut Bandit off.
Sheldon McRae: When he was still married to your mother, yes. If he hadn’t pushed for so many stipulations, we would not be having this conversation right now.
Bandit nods quickly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: How many of these women should honestly be working for the company in some high executive position by now?
Another page turn.
Sheldon McRae: All of them, to be honest, that is usually what attracts him. The fourth one was actually running a company we bought. Her pregnancy and subsequent child, now eight…
Bandit pinches the bridge of her nose.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Means she got Spanish Archered?
Another page flip.
Sheldon McRae: Allison Bell seemed relieved for a couple of years to not have to worry about it. Now she’s an activist for autistic children.
Bandit can’t believe her ears.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Her daughter is autistic?
Yet another page flip.
Sheldon McRae: Little Maisie Bell is, in fact, autistic.
Bandit’s mouth falls open in shock.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: How did our father not alienate that woman completely over that? He always struck me as somebody that would use certain words completely out of spite, especially if it means he thinks it reflects back poorly on him. “No way I made a dud!”
The book can be heard closing.
Sheldon McRae: He does not know.
Again, Bandit’s head droops, her eyes close and her fist pounds the table.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Even better…
Exhaling forcefully, Bandit looks back up and nods to her assistant, fellow Shieldmaiden Aoife “Banshee” Magure, as she comes into the room to remind her of the training session downstairs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Alright, I have to fly to Cincinnati for a match on Sunday but I can come up there Monday, assuming nothing too horrendous happens in this match. It’s a sort of half gang fight so you never know.
Sheldson audibly relaxes.
Sheldon McRae: Thank you, Jackie.
Bandit nods as she stands up.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Thank you, Sheldon. I’ll be in touch.
Banshee frowns as Bandit turns off the phone.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Sumtin’ wrong, Lass?
Bandit shakes her head and starts for the door.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I’ll have Crash N’ Burn look into it. Could just be a family thing, could be more depending…
Banshee nods understandingly.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Ready tae get ready fer Sunday then?
Bandit nods, high-fiving her Maiden sister.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Always!
Friday, January 17, 2020 Warehouse Gym Shieldmaidens Clubhouse New Orleans, Louisiana 6:27 PM CST
The camera opens on Jackie “Bandit” Layton standing in front of the wall by the door under the familiar black Shieldmaidens banner with the white lettering on it. In her ensemble of black workout pants, black sports bra, black boots, her Shieldmaidens kutte, and her long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. As she starts to strip the wrappings off her hands, Bandit looks up to the camera.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So, let me see if I’ve got this straight because, God knows it made a whole fuckton of people wodner aloud, gets strange looks on their faces and wonder if somebody inside that company had gone a little crazy…
She tosses the wrappings down and raises one hand to the camera to slow any responses that might becoming her way immediately.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: On the last show...
She pauses to point to herself.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: you have me fighting against Skrabz in the main event and now, the very next show...
The hand drops and she cocks her head to the left in disbelief.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You have me and Skrabz fighting together against the Coven alongside two of my fellow Maidens and a woman that I’m pretty sure most of us have heard of but is otherwise not employed here in Mile High Wrestling…
Looking away, Bandit cocks her head again, her hands pointed out in front of her as if about to grab something.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So, what you’re saying is that in order for the World Champion to secure that Dub that he’s always so damn precious about…
Turning back to the camera, Bandit’s hand chops through the air like a knife.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: He has to rely on four women, somebody he is not ready to do even if we were all gonna be there to do nothing but service him the way he thinks we all should be there for and trust us to do more than angrily crack him in the jewels for even thinking that was all we were good for!
Her hand opens, palm out to the camera again.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I get it, in certain cases anyway, I get it, Psycho and Leah belong opposite each other in this match, Sam and Ohio, and Jansen is why we get Skrabz on our side whether any of want it or not but…
Trailing off, Bandit starts to allow the facts of the fact to wash over again.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Emily Falls I suppose brings me in since she wants to be the tag team champions and that basically has always meant me but how does Frost bring in Stacy Deville?
Bandit trails off again, shaking her head as she pantomimes throwing things into a receptacle that sits right in front of her.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: This look like you tossed in a few things at least sort made sense, tossed in some other things and then turned on the blender to try and get rid of the taste of the bitter shit you didn’t want anyone to notice was in there!
Glaring angrily into the camera, Bandit points to herself again.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And now Sam, Psycho and I are gonna have to work twice as hard to overcome the fact that Skrabz is likely to either just say fuck it and walk on us or say fuck it and try to fight all by himself because he thinks its the only chance he has of securing that Dub because he’s the only one he can trust!
Her hand moves away from her chest and starts to open before squeezing back into an angry fist.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Honestly I would say, Champ, if you come in with that attitude, you’ll be lucky if Ohio and Frost don’t just back off to let us, Deville, Jansen, Emily and Leah just beat the fuck out of you on general fucking oprinciple, say fuck the match, we’ll ahve our gang war later and have all of us focus on pounding you into a puddle of Yorkshire pudding so thick they think we were actually trying to make shepherd’s pie instead!
Bandit points harshly to the floor, glaring directly into the camera.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: The only way we secure that Dub is if we all work together for more than just the greatest circle jerk beatdown on you the world has ever seen, you actually give us some trust and we fight the Coven like the Champions we are!
Nodding forcefully, she points accusingly into the lens.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You have to give us more than just the thought that your head is a hatrack that’s been buffed up to a nice shine to blind everyone to your bullshit and you have to stand with us against a collection of talent that will not have that problem now that they all finally remembered that Emily Falls was one of them and started treating her as such!
Her hand drops as the camera zooms in slightly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Trust is a risky business, and you had better have the balls to take that risk or bad shit is gonna happen and none of us will leave the Nati happy!
She motions at the camera and it zooms in to focus on her rage-filled eyes.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You you hear me or are you just gonna wave your hand dismiss us all over again say, “Naw, I ain’t tryin’ to hear that, and walk off like it can’t possibly be your fault if we go down on Sunday?
The camera cuts to black as Bandit start to walk off.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Ball’s in your court, Champ. Either nut up or get ready to be shut up!
Friday, November 4, 2019 Common Room Shieldmaidens Clubhouse New Orleans, Louisiana 11:24 AM CST
Coming up on a match like the one that was coming on Sunday, the Shieldmaidens, tended to try and get together and work out things as much as possible. Four of them had gone on an excursion, returning only after certain other events had made Thursday a little more exciting than it usually has any right to be. News had filtered out that the Children of Nephilim’s civil war that had caused certain escalations in the group’s lives had come to an end in what appeared publicly to be a strange yet spectacular fashion.
Upon their return to the clubhouse, Full Patches “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire, Sgt-At-Arms Essentia “Sangre” Carbajal and prospect Gabriela “Taza” Carbajal had found many of the occupants, both members and guests, in a state of disbelief, relief and just a hint of panic about what it all meant for the future. Detective Marchand was still poking around, as were his gang of dirty cops in the New Orleans PD. Being that they had been connected financially to the Children, this was forcing questions to be asked.
Did this mean the harassment of the club was over?
Did this mean there would be a final push made because the money train was stopped?
Did this mean another backer would be searched for and possibly found?
Already lost to this war had been former President Robi Jean “Valkyrie” Mitchell and former Sgt-At-Arms Ophelia “Widow” Blaque as both had stepped down to go out and try to redirect the heat away from the club. Valkyrie was now President of the Nomads Charter of the MC, while Widow had moved to the UK in order to shield her pregnancy from the things that would surely be involved in this conflict.
Also lost to this had been Allie Rogers, the drug-addicted sister of Road Captain Becca “Bruiser” Rogers, first thought to have committed suicide in drug-induced haze of guilt andf hshamne, it had been determined that Allie, had been murdered by Marchand himself in a show of force, a demonstration of what could be desigend to instill fear. When this had been performed as it was designed to, Full Patch Aerynn “Chaos” Maguire and her husband, Full Chrome Dragon Patch Shonn “Malleus Diabolus” Maguire, had been marked for death and executed in their own home. The Children had wished to extract the Maguires’ children to use them as a leash against those close to them and Marchand and his NOPD cohorts had seen it as an opportunity to strike at the heart of what they were collectively coming for.
Now, the morning after as it were, Psycho looks at the room and sighs heavily.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Are they all gone then?
Standing next to her, Club Secretary Jocelyn “Tibs” Thibault shakes her head.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: The Cochranes went home last night. Adrien is still recovering from that assault at the Hybrid show last Sunday but Everalda and the kids were excited to get to head home. I think they were feeling a bit claustrophobic being cooped up here and are happy for it to be voer for their family.
Psycho ndos slowly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Bae they certain it is over then?
Tibs nods quickly in response.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: The one they were really worried about, the loose cannon guy is the one the news reported was dead for sure in Raleigh. Crash N’Burn checked out, it was him, he really is dead. Ash said that building that blew up in Philly, that was the other “Hell” as it were…
Psycho nods knowing exactly what that meant. She and Shonn had been two fo the people held and tortured in the original place designated with that name.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An’ they bae surein tha no one made it out?
Tibs shakes her head grimly.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: The building was full when it went up. One survivor, that Sariel woman that Ash and Maiko were looking to hear from. She got in contact this morning…
Again, Psycho nods. She was well acquainted with the Asian woman called Sariel from her time in “Hell.”
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Have we heard ennithin from Marchand or th’ others this mornin’?
Tibs shakes her head again.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: They appear to be laying low. I know Bruiser wants him for Allie but he looks like he’s not gonna do anything really stupid to giftwrap himself for her. The cops need to keep up appearances in the wake of the shit that just hit the fan. If they were to come at us now, this close to that building going boom in Philly, how do they explain that away?
Psycho ponders this thought for a second and then nod slightly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Whot about Stanton?
Tibs shakes her head quickly.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: No sign that he, either Mack, Skrabz, Ohio or even any of the other Coven people are in on it at all. No sign of Mosh, no sign of Reaper, no sign of that weird Dolores woman either, it does not look like we have anything to worry about on that front. EWC looks clean, so does SRW so if anybody is coming from the wrestling world for this, they’re either doing an absolutely Beast Mode job of covering their tracks or it’s somebody we’ve never even thought of from outside our circles and in one of the other ones that Sam and Eavan are in.
Psycho crosses her arms, frowning in ponderance.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Even tha Voshon Jackson guy tha Bullet fought at Wrestlefest whot came from th’ other cartel in Brazil?
Tibs nods quickly.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: That looks like it was on the up and up when it comes to the show of respect after she knocked him on his ass in that match. I think we’ve even heard from Salazar that the peace accord was still on so, technically, we appear to have done our job perfectly on that one. No reason to come after us.
Her arms still crossed, psycho scratches at her chin thoughtfully.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: It’s amazing how many seem to want a piece of that ass! I mean, I get it, Sam’s hot, Sam’s fucking gorgeous but, what is it with these guys who seem to think she’s easy and should just want their magical…
She trails off and Psycho shrugs.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I kinna bae tellin’ ye, jess tha it happens all over. There was a tag taem bae callin’ Leah from th’ Coven a fuckin’ ring rat jess baecause he couldnay accept tha she was better than him tha night! An’ she was taemin wit Stephanie Matsuda in tha match as well!
Tibs shakes her head in disgust.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: Pissant...
Psycho nods her agreement with her officer.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Leah bae a lot o’ tings, but a ring rat isnay one o’ them!
Tibs just shakes her head in further disgust.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: Why are these guys so fucking insecure that they have to go there?
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I kinna bae tellin’ ye tha aether, Lass.
Tibs nods again and then smiles as they see Siobhan Maguire, all of four years old, running through the room. She disappears up a hallway and then comes running back, vanishing back into the room she came from.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: God help me, she’s cute!
Psycho nods, smiling at the sight of her niece running like that through the clubhouse.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, tha she is.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: Have y’all figure that out yet?
Psycho shakes her head.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: We havenay even had th’ big talk about it yet. I tink we’ve all ben avoidin’ it as long as they ahd tae bae haer. It dinna matter who took them so long as they had tae live haer tae bae safe. It was like we were all sharin’ them bote.
Tibs nods understandingly.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: There’s gonna be a fight over them, isn’t there?
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I wanna tell ye there willna bae one, but I kinna tell ye tha, Tibs. Fi an’ Eef might bote bae tinkin’ ‘bout ‘em an’ Ash might bae as well.
Tibs’ right eyebrow rises interrogatively.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: Bruiser and Hairicin don’t get a vote?
Psycho shrugs almost playfully.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Bruiser an’ I have a child an’ we bae doin’ whot we can fer him but we’re nay ready fer more an’ we know it. Ash stood godmother tae them so she may fael obligated especially after whot she did fer them in takin’ them across th’ country. I kinna tell ye whot Maiko bae tinkin’, she bae upset enough after yesterday an’ th;’ news this mornin’. Aoife an’ Hairicin will probably have a say, as will Fi an’ Khary.
Tibs nods quickly yet again.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: So, three aunts…
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Two aunts an’ a godmother…
Tibs nods, letting out a breath as she does so.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: Do you have any idea who would win that fight?
Psycho shakes her head almost vacantly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aoife would probably back off some but Ash an’ Fi are bote unlikely tae do such a ting if they raelly baelieve they bae right. They bae alike tha way…
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: This sounds fun…
Psycho nods knowingly but before she can say anything, fellow Maidens Jackie “bandit” layton and the aforementioned Aoife “Banshee” Maguire walk into the room from the hallway from Bandit’s office.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Ready to go train for this match, Sorsh?
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, tha bae a raelief now, Lass. get focused on th’ comin’ fight instead o’ th’ one tha’s bote past an’ posibly still comin’ later…
Banshee nods to her sister.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Jes focus on th’ Coven right now, we kinna have tha fight later if ye dinna make it passed th’ Coven first.
Bandit nods her agreement with Banshee.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Especially since we have to fucking team with Skrabz for God’s sake…
Tibs’ eyes go wide as psycho nos in agreement with the other two.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, who’s wonderful idea bae tha one?
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Does it bae matterin’ who came up wit it?
Psycho and bandit stare at Banshee for a second and ponder this. Tibs simply nods her agreement with Banshee.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: Yeah, who cares whose idea it was? It’s happening, go get ready for it!
Bandit and Psycho shrug.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Sounds like a plan to me..
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, tae me as well…
Tibs pats Psycho on the back just as the small Irish woman walks off with Bandit and Banshee, all three headed for the gym and the work that needs to be done.
Friday, January 17, 2020 Warehouse Gym Shieldmaidens Clubhouse New Orleans, Louisiana 6:47 PM CST
The camera opens on “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire standing against a wall wearing a pair of black jeans, and a Suicidal Tendencies “Join The Army” t-shirt, her Shieldmaidens kutte over the top of the shirt.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, it bae a funny ting, dis match. Th’ taems dinna make any sense at first but then ye tink about it an’ tink…
She shrugs, remaining against the wall.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Mebbe they dinna bae naedin’ tae make sense.
She raises a hand to calm the outcry response that has t be coming to that kind of thinking.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Skrabz bae on our taem, but let’s praetend he isnay gonna botter workin with us…
She waves her hand, dismissing Skrabz as if the very idea was unnecessary.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Stacy Deville’s on our taem but let’s praetend like she mighnay bae showin’...
Again, she waves her hand dismissively.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Tha bae laevin’ Bandit, Titaness an’ meself against five i’ th’ Coven an I kin say witabsolute certainty tha I kin kick th’ heads off o’ all o’ them by meself! I’ve kncoekd gabriel Ohio straight th’ fuck out more than once! Hell, tha was how I proved tha ye dinna wanna bae maetin me Gealtachta kick if ye bae valuein’ yeself!
She points to herself, smirking through a hateful glare.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I pushed Gabriel Ohio right out o’ tha division after Sam tol me tae bae watchin meself arodun him only.. It wasnay me tha naeded tae bae watchin meself, was it, Gabriel?
She shakes her head stiffly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye bae th’ one baen carried out more often than I have an’ ye know I kin do it again if given a split second o’ a chance tae do it…
She leans in and nods, her eyes practically dancing with delight.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An’ I would enjoy it too!
She slaps her kicking leg and nods lasciviously.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I like kickin’ paeple, especially ones like th’ fuckin’ Coven! I’ve kicked Gabriel, I’ve kicked Leah and ye bet me sweet arse I’ll kick Emily, Jansen and Frost jes th’ same!
Leaning in again, Psycho nods hungrily.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: There bae no one on yer taem tha I kinna kick, tha I kinna knock th’ fuck out an’ there is no one on yer taem tha I would not enjoy doin’ so…
She snaps her fingers.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Jes... like... tha…
She stands back, the smile spreading to entire being.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I should bae tankin’ this comp’ny fer givin’ me this chance tae kick th’ lot o’ ye! So many fine targets fer destruction an’ I tget th’ chance tae take ye all!
Leaning in again, she takes a few steps forward.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An ye all bae knowin’...
She raises a hand, a single index finger extended.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: If I kick any one o’ ye…
She swings her hand away.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye’ll nay bae gettin’ back up!
Her head tilts slightly to the right.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye bae ready fer it then?
She turns and snaps off the kick, sending the camera flying to black.
17th January, 2019 08:12 AM CST Washington, Indiana Exact Location: Washington High School’s Gymnasium Status: On-Camera
A stool is set atop the stage in a large auditorium. On top of the mini-chair is The Titaness herself and she holds in her left hand a hat in the same way a magician probably would. She uses her right to wave, wearing her all-black outfit before finally gesturing to the hat.
”Just about all of you have made some sorta implication this is a crazy, random match that’s gonna happen. Granted, that’s not completely wrong. On one side, there’s Coven. And then, rather than putting all of the Shieldmaidens together, there’s only three of us plus Stacy DeVille and Skrabz.
“But the thing … is something Leah of all people should have known. Pssst. Hey, War Queen? Remember that person tag team match that happened back in OATH? Remember the teams?”
Sam nods knowingly to the camera.
”Five current champions, including yourself when you and Stephanie Matsuda held the Tag Teams versus five previous or future champions, depending on your point of view.”
Her head cocks slightly before she shrugs.
”Okay fine, I guess I had been the only one to hold gold among that team, but … point didn’t matter. What did is we accomplished our goal. No matter how odd of a team we looked, we put our differences aside. When the bell rang, we came at every single one of you, and we hit pretty fucking hard! It may have been Holland who got the win for us, but it was a team effort.
“But … don’t worry. I’m not so naive to think ‘teamwork makes the dream work’ will apply here. In fact, that’s something that can bite us in the ass before assisting us. However … this fight isn’t as one-sided as Coven wants to believe.”
Sam’s head shakes.
”And while it’s true none of you were around for this … I mean …”
Her arms stretch out to her sides as she stares in disbelief and exasperation at the camera.
”Tapes! There are motherfucking tapes to show that even though Skrabz is still one of the most pompous, cocky bastards on this roster, he can work with others.”
Sam points her right thumb at herself.
”He did so with me! So I’m gonna do something I almost never do and play Devil’s Advocate here. And Episode Four has all the proof that even though none of us are best friends with Skrabz, this can work. Certain things just need to happen to ensure it succeeds. And with Skrabz being the only double champion - particularly now that the Phoenix Strap has been revived - I actually do think he’ll help out.”
A slight chuckle resounds from Sam as she takes a moment to remember the fourth episode of Mile High.
”I’ll confess that, no, it wasn’t an overly smooth fray. It definitely could have gone a lot better. But on the flip side … we still got shit done and worked with one another well enough. So is this a mismatched team I’m on? Without a doubt. But when you add into the equation we have our own common denominator …”
”It just further proves this match is more even than most probably want to believe. If the Shieldmaidens are deemed the carbon copies, okay. At least we’re not the broken records.”
Her eyes roll as she scoffs then proceeds to talk.
”Leah goes on and on about how I keep changing my narrative. Look here, sweetie, maybe for a few seconds after our match, yes. I did. But not out of spite or anything. Let me put it simply; the pin I got against you was - and probably will - be the only time I ever get a one, two, three against another wrestler whilst unconscious. Usually people are still conscious when they secure their Ws.
“But after I re-watched our fight … well, that’s why I haven’t brought it back up. Because I’ve tucked it away into my head. And next time we meet?”
Sam shakes her head no.
”I’ll make sure to remain awake while you fall on your back … defeated, sore, beaten, and bested once again by yours truly.
“Frost … you do seem to be as your nickname states. Ring-worn indeed. My record prior to Mile High starting up for the fastest victory was three minutes even, and that was in a tag match with Bandit. Guess who just got that record beaten, let alone in a singles fight?”
Sam’s smirk widens as she clicks her tongue.
”That must hurt more so than actual frostbite, huh? I’m not gonna be stupid enough to doubt you’re a fighter, or even a half-decent Marine. But it seems like you’re not bringing your ‘Semper Fi’ attitude over -- or perhaps it’s just too frail. Probably B, isn’t it?”
Her arms cross over her chest.
”I could literally go on and on about a flaw in each and every one of you. But why? At the end of the day, none of those are really gonna matter. This is strictly an anti-Coven team very ready, willing, and able to take Coven completely out. Maybe not immediately out of the company, but definitely the ring since this is an elimination style tag team.
“That being said, I will offer free advice to Miss Falls. Know that as of now? I don’t care if you are Robert and Katrina Mack’s daughter. The moment you step foot inside that ring …”
Sam snaps her fingers.
”Nothing will keep you safe from any of us beating on you. I sincerely hope you take a few moments to remember your one-on-one against Bullet. You threatened to give her a black eye … and hell, maybe you did follow through with that promise. I’m temporarily forgetting.
“But do you remember what she gave you?”
Sam nods knowingly.
”The simplest answer is every attack you landed against her, but with added interest and oomph included. Until you and Leah are put against me and Bandit as Team EVIL, I’m not looking you as a tag team fighter, but a singles one. And trust me when I say there is no overly ‘nice’ or even 'weak' person on this team. We’re all capable and competent much like everyone on your side.
“With all of this being said and done, though, I’m going to address the real elephant in the room for me … and that comes in the form of Stacy DeVille, not Skrabz.”
Sam’s eyebrows furrow slightly.
”I’m one of the few other people aside from Leah who knows you. Maybe only by name and where you hail from, but that’s enough for me. My real worry … is why? What’s in it for you to help us out? Are you trying to play your heroine role out like you did in that Panda adventures series? Whatever it was called?”
The Titaness continues to stare right into the lens before slowly moving a few strands of hair behind her ear.
”If that’s it, or anything along those lines, then go for it. But with you being the real wild card … excuse me if I’m a small bit hesitant. I won’t deny that truthfully? I’d feel a lot better had we fought alongside one another before. But … if there’s no ill will or any sorta emotion like that …”
Sam waves her hand through the air.
”Then I’ll gladly push my own doubts aside to aid you out.”
Finally, Samantha slips off the stool. The camera pans out and reveals a very long trail of dominoes, all currently standing up.
”Like all things, good or bad, this gang war is going to end. How? Even I don’t know that answer. But I can say this much. No matter the outcome, no matter how beaten I may be at the end … I’m not leaving. If it somehow turned into me against Coven - or just me and Skrabz against Coven - so be it. But regardless of whatever my sisters may or may not do …”
Sam kneels down in front of one end of the dominoes. She puts her hand firmly atop it.
”I’m very ready for any and all possibilities. Come what may … let us cast the die and see where it lands, shall we? We’ve already taken the first step by knocking these down, after all. Time for another push, another test in this upcoming fight.”
Her finger presses down on the first domino and soon, the rest start collapsing one atop another. Sam slowly stands back up, watching the domino effect play out.
Coven may have won at Black Magic, and they even have taken a few of the straps with them. But sometimes .. it’s within the allies you least expect to find yourself with where things fall into place easier. Either way …”
The Titaness slowly follows the dominoes as they continue getting knocked over.
”I’m willing to give this opportunity a chance.”
Finally, the echoing from the dominoes ceases. Sam glances down, her grin widening as she nods happily.
I’ll see everyone - allies, sisters or otherwise - soon enough. And Gabriel? I’m saving anything I would have mentioned about us for Myrrhder She Wrote. So don’t worry. The last thing I’ve done is forgotten about you.”
Sam begins to saunter away from the auditorium. However, the camera doesn’t follow her. Instead, it lowers, then zooms out … and reveals the dominoes. Apparently, they were set up to write out the following message.
Location: United Center, Chicago, Illinois. Date: January 5th 2020
Bandit got back to her feet and turned around to Skrabz running at her. Bandit quickly dropkicked Skrabz as he made it to her.
Skrabz stumbled backwards and Bandit stepped towards him, catching a Mic Check out of nowhere!!!!!
Skrabz hooked the leg.
Meozha Zhanae: And the winner of this match, and STILL MHW Phoenix Champion... Skrabz!!!
Skrabz celebrates with both his Championships, inside the ring.
Ray Hudson: Skrabz does it again. And now people are going to be mad he's holding two belts hostage.
Wavy Crockett: They gotta stop complaining and do something about it. Straight up.
Ray Hudson: Well, Bandit came real close to taking that belt. Let's be real.
Wavy Crockett: Close, but no cigar...
All of a sudden, the music fades away and all you can hear is the cheers from the fans. The camera reveals Gabriel Ohio, Alastair Frost, "The War Queen" Leah, and Emily Falls standing on each side of the ring, staring inside at Skrabz.
Ray Hudson: Uh oh! What's this?!
Wavy Crockett: They bout to finally get they revenge from a month ago.
Leah nods her head and each of them step up onto the ring apron as Skrabz smirks and nods his head, laying his belts down, ready for a fight.
Ray Hudson: And Skrabz isn't backing down. He's telling all four of them to bring it on.
All of a sudden, murmurs from the crowd can be heard as a young lady slides right past Leah into the ring and stands side by side with the MHW Double Champion.
Wavy Crockett: Who the hell is this?
Ray Hudson: Oh my God!! That's the Elysium World Champion!... That's Stacy Deville!!
Skrabz looks at Stacy Deville with confusion, as she nods at him before looking at the four Coven members surrounding the ring.
Ray Hudson: And she's standing side by side with the top Champion of MHW. This is huge!
Wavy Crockett: He hitting that?!
Ray Hudson: Is that all you think about, Wavy?
Leah drops down from the ring apron and signals for the rest to join her. The fans start booing. Frost and Falls drop down next, but Ohio stays for a moment staring a hole through the two in the ring.
Wavy Crockett: It looks like Leah wants no parts of this now.
Ray Hudson: Stacy Deville also owns Rose City Wrestling. Leah knows a little something about Stacy Deville.
Leah yells for Ohio to "come on", and he finally drops down from the apron, laughing again.
Wavy Crockett: So is Stacy Deville with us now? Has she signed to MHW?
Stacy shakes her head at the Coven members as they back up the ramp, talking shit. Skrabz just stands behind Stacy with his eyebrow raised, before biting his bottom lip liking what he sees.
Ray Hudson: I can't believe Stacy Deville is really here...
The fans continued to be loud, voicing their displeasure at seeing Gabriel Ohio, Alastair Frost, "The War Queen" Leah and Emily Falls back down from a confrontation with Skrabz after he was joined by the reigning Elysium World Champion, Stacey Deville. As The Coven members disappeared behind the curtain the fans displeasure was directed towards the reigning MHW Ultimate and Phoenix Champion, Skrabal Stanzas. Passionate please of "Drop the strap!" mixed in with angry cries of "Stanzas sucks!" all but drowned out the positive reception for Stacey Deville, who the MHW fans were as excited as they were surprised to see.
Skrabal listened to the crowd with that familiar smirk of self satisfaction smeared across his face before dropping to the mat, rolling under the bottom rope and making his way up the ramp with a MHW championship slung over each shoulder.. As he walked up the sloping metal pathway he turned around, a flustered and slightly confused expression flashed across his face for just a second as he looked back at Stacey Deville in the ring.
Upon reaching the top of the ramp he paused and looked back towards the ring once more, again looking at Stacey Deville, and as he watched the fans closest to the ring shower her with praise he shook his head and laughed before slowly raising his MHW Ultimate and Phoenix titles in the air. The fans closest to him bood with fury, prompting those closest to the ring to do the same. With the entire crowds hate fuelled attention locked on him Skrabz closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, savouring the moment, with his gleaming title belts held aloft.
Suddenly he lowered the belts and turned on his heels then walked through the curtain.
Skrabal entered the backstage area and grabbed a bottle of water from a nearby table then twisted of the lid and took a quick drink before tipping the rest over his head. He closed his eyes as the water cascaded over his face and when he opened them he saw the backstage area bustling with production staff hurriedly rushing to wrap up their nights work.
"Oi where the bossman at?" Skrabz asked loudly to nobody in particular.
A few heads turned to glance briefly in his direction, but no answers were offered.
"Who in charge a security 'round here then?I beg somebody tell me..."
Skrabal kissed his teeth at the lack of responses and walked off through the backstage area in the direction of his locker room. As he turned a corner he very nearly walked straight in to Jessica McDaniel who was walking in the opposite direction.
"Fam we gonna have to stop meetin' like this." Skrabal said halting his stride, avoding a collision.
"Gladly..." Jessica replied sarcastically.
"Oi at least I ain't walk in to you this time innit."
"You didn't get blood on me either..."
"Allow it... Listen, I beg ya tell me where the bossman at."
"I haven't seen him." Jessica told him dismissively.
"Ya nah who runnin' security round here though yeah?"
"Security?... What's wrong Skrabz, Coven got you scared?" A wry smile rose in the corners of Jessica's mouth as she teased the reigning double champion.
"What? Nah don't be silly fam I needsta speak to 'em 'bout they lack a crowd control. They done let some five dollar ring rat slip through the cracks, enter the ring, and shit she lucky it be me out there coz that's a dangerous place to be ya nah."
"Five dollar ri... you ignorant piece of shit!" Jessica snapped at him, outraged by Skrabals disrespect for the Elysium World Champion.
"I mean she 'ight I guess, maybe five dollar be under valuin' her but security lackin' fam for real and I already told 'em before to make gyal like that wait in the back. Point is she should a never been out there in the first place."
"Why? Because she's a woman?" Jessica asked sternly.
"The fu... Nah because she a sket innit, keep up blad I told ya this already. Ironic ting is the ring be about the only place a gyal like that be safe wit' man like Skrabz and ya nah..." Skrabal stops talking as Jessica interrupts.
"I'm not even going to ask you what a sket is, but whatever it is, I'm sure that Stacey Deville isn't one."
"The fuck is Stacey Deville?"
"You ignorant piece o... ARE YOU FOR REAL?" Jessica asked, her voice raised and a look of exasperation on her face.
Skrabal looked at her with his eyebrows raised and gestured with his hands for her to continue.
"Stacey Deville is the Elysium World Champion. Stace....” Jessica trailed off as Skrabz interrupted.
"The Elysium what now? Say it again innit." Skrabal's brow lowered as the question left his mouth.
"Stacey Deville is the Elysium World Champion."
"Seen, seen..." Skrabz replied, glancing from left to right at his MHW Ultimate and Phoenix title belts draped over his shoulders, as he took in the response.
"Stacey Deville is the WOMAN that saved your ass from a Coven beat down tonight."
"Slight exaggeration fam, you nah what happened back in Lafayette and same ting would a happened out there tonight too." Skrabal told her with confidence, dismissing her claim outright. “Anyway, I appreciate the answers innit.” Skrabz continued, seemingly sincerely.
“I would say anytime but...” Jessica trailed off as she slipped past Skrabz and continued on her way without completing her sentence.
Skrabal shook his head and laughed to himself as he turned and headed in the direction of his locker room, his MHW Ultimate and Phoenix titles bouncing on his shoulders with every step.
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My stature be impossible, can't be toppled; monolithic No need for politickin' leave it for you politicians Time is money timin' is e'rytin' the clock is tickin' If you ain't own a portfolio you ain't competition
Bunch a jokers all jokes aside, not one for kiddin' I hold a grudge for ever I ain't care if God forgive 'em! I ain't have to hate you, still wanna stop you livin' First degree or manslaughter, same result; what's the dif'rence?
I guess it's all in the sentence, seen 'em given war a mention Is that aggression thought out or is it jus' for attention? If ya cause me a pro'lem there be no sort a redemption I be full a vengeance, man turn ya corner to bedlam
The last days a Sodom... let fire reign upon 'em Bring pain upon 'em, you wanna prollem? That ain't a prollem! Mind frame the same as Master Wayne on his way to Gotham Masked up and I ain't leavin' till they drag away your coffin!
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Location: Skrabal's Motel Room, Cincinnati, Ohio.
Date: 16th January 2020
Skrabal Stanzas sits on the floor of his motel room with his MHW Ultimate and Phoenix titles on the floor in front of him. His gaze is set starring straight out over the top of the cameras view as he takes a slow pull on a half smoked joint. He exhales a cloud of smoke and looks down, making eye contact with the camera.
“I can't lie fam I be feelin' kinda offended.”
He shakes his head as he takes another long, slow toke on his joint.
“I mean what was it, five or six weeks ago? Back there in Lafayette when man like Skrabz ran through The Coven on his ones to get to they Queen, on a Kaulder vibe, ya get me? But then last time out there in Chicago I seen four of 'em surroundin' me wit' a look a intent on all they faces and I was preppin' for 'em to step in only for 'em to bail out faster than Finn Whelan...”
His right arm reaches out of view and when he pulls it back towards himself it he clasps an open bottle beer in his hand.
“Why they do it though?”
He takes a drink from the bottle.
“Coz they remembered what happen last time, back in Lafayette?”
He laughs slightly and shakes his head.
“Nah fam, nah... Apparently not.”
He takes another drink from the bottle of beer.
“So why they be on that Tyke Index shit? What got 'em on that turn around go run away nonsense?”
He finishes his beer and casually throws it out of the shot.
“Stacey Deville innit.”
His left hand raises to his forehead, he moves his hand down over his face and shakes his head.
“Ya nah who that be right?”
He pauses and looks at the camera, his eyebrows raised slightly, as if waiting for an answer.
“She the Elysium World Champion.”
He lifts his joint towards his mouth but before it touches his lips his moves it back down again and continues.
“Ya nah what that mean right?... Shit I hope ya do coz I don't fam. Man like Skrabz ain't got a clue who that be or what that mean... Ya see I was walkin' to the back, jus' settlin' in to that Bandit dub dose a euphoria wit' a strap in each hand on an Agent Fort Seven vibe, when I glanced back at the ring and saw suttin' that jus' about blow my buzz.”
He puts the joint in his mouth and takes a toke only to find it is no longer lit.
“What I see though?”
He reaches his left arm out of the shot, when he pulls it back in he holds a lighter in his hand. He flicks it and sparks it to life then moves the flame towards his joint and relights it, inhaling deeply.
“I look back at that ring and I seen those people in the seats and they goin' booloo for Stacey Deville. I thought yeah she kinda fine, I mean for real man had that bottom lip bite instinct goin' for a second out there I can't deny it, but she ain't standin' ovation hot... bare in mind fam man had no idea who the fuck she even be at this point. I thought she be there for the D... For real man went to straight to the back lookin' for the bossman, or security, anybody who can keep the fans, Stans and those two bit wrestler baby cravin' gold diggers outta the ring only for Jessica suttin' or other, I ain't nah her full name to be real witchu, but she told me that ain't be no ring rat, she told me that ain't be no groupie... She told me that be Stacey Deville. She told me Stacey Deville be the Elysium World Champion.”
He takes another toke on his joint then reaches his right arm out of the shot again for another beer.
“And she said it as if it was s'posed to mean suttin' to me, like I shoulda already known the shit.”
He puts the joint in his mouth and twists the cap off the beer and throws it out of shot. He takes a quick few tokes on his joint then continues.
“Fam this be a real big bidness ya nah, there be opportunity for employment all over the world, there be thousands a companies out there blad... You expect me to watch 'em all or suttin'?... I ain't watch none that shit. Not a second of it, coz if you ask me I'm a tell ya it ain't matter what you did elsewhere, it ain't matter what titles ya held or who ya beat or what companies you own and run. You step pon the canvas that man like Skrabz made matter, you walk through the doors a Mi' High and ya better take ya fuckin' shoes off on the way in. Stacey Deville ain't do that though, nah, she walked 'em right on in to my ring and worst ting is e'rybody wanna act like she done did me a favour... Stacey Deville stands wit' Skrabz... it's what they been sayin'... Bun that fam coz Stacey Deville ain't stand wit' me nah, she jus' stand in my way.”
He takes a good long drink from the bottle of beer.
“And now the bossman seen fit to throw her right on in the deep end.”
He pauses and shakes his head before continuing, his eyes locked on to the camera. “Bossman, fam, blad... I'm tellin' ya now she best not be another Rayne Young, I already said his name once and it be far more than he deserve but she best not be another Finn Whelan either. I'm tellin' ya now bredrin if I think for jus' a single second Stacey ain't pulled her weight and I'm a drop her wit' a Mic Check and let ya daughter get the three count, let her catch her first half legit dub since she started out... then send her right on to the back too.”
He laughs then quickly finishes his beer and stands the empty bottle up in front of him.
“So this the part where I run down the rest a my team innit? Talk that shit about Bandit, Sam Hamilton and Psycho... Coz it be no secret me and those Maidens had issues in the past, and I jus' about done run through the majority of 'em at one point or another, more than once too, standard... But shit if I'm a have to team wit' anyone then who better than the Tag Team Champions?... Plus me and and Sam done handled bidness together before, way back, so when the five of us stand together side by side in that.... Nah, I'm jus' fuckin' witchu"
He laughs arrogantly and takes a final toke on his joint then drops it into the empty beer bottle.
"Ain't gonna be no side by side... See the last time man had to deal wit' some tag action I had Tyke Index in my corner. Man tried to work wit' him, find some common ground. How far it get me? All the way to Coke Mountain. Yeah we caught the dub still, standard, but man done learnt there and then that even when they teamin' wit' me ain't nobody on my side, and truth told I ain't be on theirs either I jus' put the work first.... They say that was jus' Tyke bein' Tyke though, he unpredictable and unprofessional and they be words that jus' ain't apply to those Maidens. Some of 'em might even say I'm a need to work wit' 'em, even Stacey Deville too, coz they say there ain't no 'I' in team and they right, but if you move the letters 'round jus' a lil' it ain't hard to see there's a 'me' in it, and that's all we gonna need. Coz see it ain't matter if it's the Mi' High Tag team Champions, The Streetz or The Exes, it ain't matter if it's Psycho or Bullet, Stacey Deville or any other stranger you wanna drag on in off the street, I'm walkin' out wit' the dub regardless. Now maybe I'm a stand on the apron and wait till I be the only one left in my corner, or maybe I'm a go in to this match wit' that alcoholic down the pub vibe... What's that mean? It mean maybe I'm a be the first one in and the last one out and Stacey Deville and those Maidens can jus' stand by and watch me do it..."
He looks off to the left and clicks his fingers on his right hand. The sound of high heels on cheap laminate wood flooring is heard in the background approaching the camera. A cloud of smoke enters the frame from the left hand side, soon followed by a slender, honey toned arm that reaches in and hands the reigning MHW Ultimate and Phoenix Champion a half smoked and already lit joint. The sound of high heels on cheap laminate flooring is heard making it's way away from the camera.
"And if that's the way I decide to handle the ting, then who gonna stop me fam? Alastair Frost? Nah, never that fam, never that! I gotta be on the level though, I ain't nah any other way. He marched on in and held his own for a while, rendezvoused wit' The Coven and his rep only grew larger but it been diminishin' wit' a quickness since he failed to cop that Ammo strap and come January nineteenth I'm a discharge it dishonourably, for real. I'm a throw hands like grenades and play fetch wit' this dog a war. That man going MIA, on an empty coffin wit' a flag draped over it tip, ya get me? And if he lucky the rest a the Coven might jus' thank him for his service.”
He pauses and takes a few quick, rapid tokes on his joint.
"What about Leah then? The War Queen... She The Hardcore champ innit, shit there be a lot a gold in this match, none shine quite like mine do but there be a lot still. Anyway, Leah... Mi' High Wrestlin's break out star... the fuck she break out of exactly? Coz you ask me and I'm a tell ya she been in hidin' in shadows since the light first cast upon her. Yeah you heard it right, first she flirted wit' the Maidens, I gotta give her some credit there though fam she played 'em all like fools, I mean it be easy to do but she did it well still... Now she Coven, and you'd think that'd mean she been on the rise but she a fell to the side since they got her busy playing babysitter to Emily Falls... Ain't nuttin' about the two a you Evil blad, nah, ya jus' live backwards innit and that's why ain't been no advancement for ya since September thirtieth when ya stepped up to play a bit part in the biggest gaggle a extras Mi' High ever seen... Break out star...”
He shakes his head and laughs smugly.
“Oh but Skrabz you forgettin' Ohio... He the Throw Down Champion, he seven foot tall and we all nah what Enzo Amore a tell ya about that. He two hundred eighty pounds too plus he hot hot as fuck from that Inferno match dub... Shit, Gabriel Ohio was suttin' like Reaper before Reaper cast his mask, way back before Ay Em Vee even sat the bar...He a big dude no doubt about it, bigger than me for real. He taller and heavier but he ain't the first man I had to look up to before slappin' down to the ground and truth is man like Skrabz a put the Trauma in post traumatic stress disorder, standard!... And that's it blad, that's all they got....”
He looks at the camera with a feigned expression of confusion.
“Nah, hol' up... There be someone else too, shit I forget her name though, what it be? I beg somebody tell me... She about five foot nuttin' and two hundred pounds, kinda pudgy... Shit, you can't say that can ya, they call it body shamin' or suttin'... I mean she thicc, that's how ya have to say it now right? S'posed to be a compliment innit, so no lower case k involved... She got a big mouth too ya nah, yeah she been runnin' round here for too long now screamin' fuck Skrabz at anyone who a listen and fam I gotta tell ya, you jus' ain't my type. Man likes attractive women innit, yeah I be shallow as fuck in that respect. It's a character flaw I nah, but we all got 'em... Her biggest one be her mouth constantly makin' promises her abilities can't keep...”
He silently mouths the word "Standard" before taking another few quick tokes on his joint.
“But that be a runnin' theme innit, e'ry couple a months someone a step up, they got all the talk fam they say all the right tings. They make some noise, get a buzz goin'... They light they own fire and man like Skrabz a come right on in and piss on top a the flames, put 'em out wit' a tssss sound... “
He takes another toke on his joint then drops it in to the empty beer bottle in front of him.
"And this time 'round I get to do it two weeks early."
He leans forward and picks up his phone, as he moves it towards him he taps its screen, ending the recording.
Post by Gabriel Ohio on Jan 17, 2020 23:16:55 GMT -6
Gabriel stands. Shaking his head. The tone of voice showcasing his disappointment.
"Alas. Another bitter pill to swallow. You had everything given to you. All on a silver platter and you still spat in my face with your empty promises. The only winner there was the bank balance of Mile High Wrestling.
Yet he thinks feeding me little scraps and carrots on a hook are enough to pacify me.
Little toys to play with."
"Oh, how giddy am I?!
Now we get to go a little deeper. No, my dear. That is not a sexual innuendo. That is not a penis penetrating your delicates but that a knife piercing MY skull, Samantha!
Before we can get into the details of our Armageddon, we have to be good little circus animals and jump through hoops and put on a good show for the paying audience. For we are the puppets being manipulated by the puppet master. Now we dance to the beat of his drum.
Now I have more playmates!"
Gabriel Smiles and holds out his arms.
"Yes, I will address you…last Samantha. Patience, my dear, oh how I know that is hard for you.
Who first? Hmmmm….AH!
Well if it isn’t Saoirse! How are you doing these days? "
Gabriel crosses his arms and holds his chin in his hand.
Sensitive topic is it not? My how the tables have turned. Not oozing the arrogance any more now that you as tasting the bottom of the barrel. It pains me, it really does to see you this way, being such a poor example of a parent to your son. I will visit him again… soon. I wonder what he will think? How would your child react seeing me? Minus the bandages of course. See what momma did? Perhaps I could babysit? I know you like training a lot. "
Gabriel’s hand drops and rests on his arm and even through the bandages we can sense a frown on his face.
"Typical. I try to help and this is the thanks I get!
Do you think I won’t see your lovely son shaking at the other end of that crib? Do you think I don't know that his brain would be trying to process the *horrible* fact that "Oh my god it talks" and if it talks, it thinks and he will cry for mommy to come save him?
This is where the harsh reality hits harder than any hammer, that I am not afraid to tug on Super girl’s cape but I am smart enough not to piss in the wind but you Psycho, you can piss in the wind all you like and repeat your past mistakes. You cannot bear the strain of the weight of your failures on your shoulders. You are nothing more than Atlas holding up everyone else’s heaven, hopes and dreams. At least your wife shows some sense, that a dog eats from the dog bowl and does not dine on the table of kings.
Do not despair Saoirse. I am in your debt. You are responsible for my freedom. I would not be here if it was not for you. But do not confuse gratitude for weakness. You also failed to give me what I want. You should have ended me when you had the chance.
Samantha warned you. That first match. She warned you. Yes, you won. You won second time round, but you won battles, you did not win the war. What happened next, you can blame your sisters. They should never have stopped you from extinguishing my flame. Now this flame burns on the tinder of the Shieldmaidens.
One. By. One.
This is your chance Psycho. Redemption.
You lost to me. You failed your son. You failed your wife. You. Failed. Oh? do I need to remind you? The face of your wife turning blue. Do you remember her little sob story of how she is the weak link? Now, by your hand, literally, TAP TAP, she took your spot. Now you, are weak. A Champion. What happened to your championship?
You are HAUNTED."
Gabriel gives off a short laugh.
"One need not be a chamber to be haunted. One need not be a house. The brain has corridors surpassing material place.
The monsters come to feast on your failings, they know your mind is such fertile ground to torment you with the seeds of sorrow. They will stain your soul and they will grow. Sometimes the things in our heads are far worse than anything they could put in books or on film. Just when you think you've hit rock bottom; you realize you're standing on another trapdoor.
I will take great pleasure in putting that noose around your neck and opening that gallows trapdoor. Then the world can watch as you choke, as history repeats itself, a Shieldmaiden, Choking.
You can, if you choose, take comfort in knowing you will not choke alone. For once again you have sisters by your side. Which brings us very nicely to the next one to address."
"NOT YOU SAM! WAIT YOUR TURN!
I am addressing Jackie right now, she has priority."
Gabriel regains his composure.
Such a pretty face, but missing a few scars. I guess no one has been worthy enough to give you them. How times have changed.
From a place and position of privilege, you flaunted it with your partner in crime and also before that, venturing the casinos and other gambling ventures and this most of all is what disgusts me about you. You flaunt your purse while you bask in the glory of wealth while the others your wealth killed lay in unmarked graves.
Your father gained his fortune selling the ultimate poison. Alcohol. How many have died because of it? How many have suffered at the hands of it? Millions.
I bet it never crossed your mind that your family fortune is derived from a substance that ails many and when the rapist gets away scot free from a victim who he ploughed with alcohol, before ploughed her. Worse thing is she is the one who suffers more when she ‘must have been gagging for it’ or ‘should have not got drunk.’ But yes, flaunt it girl.
You were born from a cesspool and you will drown in the blood of those who are damaged by it.
I will hurt you. Slowly.
Do you remember? Do these words seem familiar? Did you make the mistake of thinking that you had escaped me, insect? You have just wandered back to the praying mantis, with the ignorance that only the people of privilege suffer from. Now all those effected by your wealth, all those souls want revenge, if there cannot get the father, then the daughter will suffice. I will be their sword.
I will be the weapon for which their names will be avenged. I will be the reaper. I will bring you to them with the promise of despair, your pretty face will have permanent reminders that if you gain from the suffering of others then you will answer for that. Now that you have sampled the bliss that life can give, now you can taste the iron in your blood with each blow.
I am sorry. For you, will be flux that I use to powder and forge my weapons that will pierce the heart of your tag team partner, for even now she curses at me. Speaking of tag team, I almost forgot. You are Samantha’s partner in crime are you not?? You cling to that TRINKET like a Psycho clings to her son, although you hold that trinket with so much more grace.
Why do you hold it that way?
All it is doing is holding you back. Yet you sit there. Comfortable. Complacent.
You could be so much more but yet you sit and say nothing as your sisters go for the glory. Do you feel safe being kept on a leash? Yet you sit. Afraid of the whip of the master. When will you stand and be the one in control of the whip?
You are just a waste of skin; your skeleton deserves to be free and I will free it from its fleshy prison. You will do nothing.
I will not waste anymore of my breath on you.
Who is next? Two down, three to go! Let’s see. How about you?
The fresh meat.
Gabriel once more holds his chin.
"How nice to make your acquaintance?
That be my name. That be the who and you will never forget it. Another lamb to the slaughter. Please, do not listen to the stories they whisper around here about me. I have the heart of a lovely man. It is in a jar on my mantle piece, where the corpses of my enemies burn in the fireplace to keep me warm.
So why does Little Red Riding Hood wander in the woods at night? Does she walk through intending to kill the wolf? That’s your mistake. It is not wolves that haunt these woods, it be monsters. That is not the howl of a banshee you hear but it is the wail of the fallen, trodden into the ground by my feet. Beneath my feet lies the stomping ground of despair, for I embrace the darkness and I am its messenger.
Danger doesn’t lurk at every corner. It’s just hanging out, waiting for fear and horror to show up. I bring the horror; you bring the fear. If you stare at the dark too long and you will eventually see what lies there. Do you know what the devil’s best trick was? Here is a hint, it is not the answer you first think of.
The true answer?
The devil’s best trick was not convincing the world he doesn’t exist, that was our own doing, all he had to do was sit and wait. His best trick was convincing the world there is only one of him. They say there's enough religion in the world to make men hate each other, but not enough to make them love.
They are right.
Now you wander into this holy war and ally yourself with the losing side. The darker picture is always the correct one. When you read the history of the world you are reading a saga of bloodshed and greed and folly the import of which is impossible to ignore. And yet we imagine that the future will somehow be different. Your future will be the same as their future, if you chose to run with the mice then the snakes will dine well.
Like I said.
My name is Gabriel Ohio. You are Stacy DeVille. Leave your legacy at the door. It is irrelevant here. No one remembers the good things, only the bad things go down in folklore. The history books however, there are written by winners then taught to children. I have lived through the dark and I have lived through the hell. I have suffered things that make little children cry at night. I have delivered pain in ways that your mind can only dream of. This is not a children’s book; you are now an unwilling character in the pages of the Liber Noctis.
And I, Gabriel Ohio.
I am the cry of the abandoned child. The whimper of the whipped beast. I am the face that stares back at you from the shadows of your mirror. The hollowness at the heart of all your hopes, Stacy. I am the knife in your back and when you start crying when you see the dark instead of the promised light, then you will realise that I am the bringer of despair. Treasure these final hours Stacy. Gather your thoughts. Hear my words. Most importantly, do not forget to tremble.
This brings us to you."
Gabriel scowls again.
Skrabz! Not you Sam.
So, in this war we finally meet."
Gabriel claps slowly.
"So, you finally made it. How did that feel? After years of rejection, years of being ignored, how did that spotlight taste? Poison. Nothing but poison."
Gabriel folds his arms again.
"You see when the light shines down it is the visual representation of the all the abuse you have done to yourself. The alcohol you abuse, the substances you abuse and the woman you abuse. That spotlight is the biggest rush and your body craves it.
Even in your younger days you fought and scratched. Was it for recognition? Was it just to silence the doubt that ate at the cerebral cortex of your body? Behind this image you portray, there lies an itch that you cannot scratch, rash that doesn’t go away, to this day it still bothers you. You want the next high.
Like I say, how ironic, that despite your achievements you simply cannot conquer your own mind, your addictions. Slowly. Your own personal demons, they always win.
Hell is a metaphor and is different for everyone. The Shieldmaidens you have teamed with preach about Hell being empty, but all they have found is one of the many branches and you currently have one inside of you. Sometimes the things in our heads are far worse than anything they could put in books or on film, but demons are like devoted dogs, they come when they are called.
They are your release. So, tell me Skrabz. When you were in that gang, did they get you to do things you are not proud of?
Did they tell you to sodomise the wife of a drug abuser that could not afford to pay a debt, did they get you to steal the presents from under the Christmas tree, where a child cries because Santa did not come that year?
I see right through that illusion you portray.
I can see you but you do not see me. But you will.
You have worked very hard to erase that past of yours have you not? Pasts will always come back to haunt those who run from it, those who hide from it, destiny always finds you.
That is why you sought this."
Gabriel pauses and reaches down into a table behind him, out of shot, pulling into view, a microphone.
You use this to hide everything about you with a mask.
A false face.
You developed the mic skills in rap battles to create a false reality that can hide your sins. Your dirty deeds. You did just enough with the microphone to leave them craving more. You created your lyric addicts so that they only crave what you can provide. You are their drug. Even now, you are their drug dealer. You cannot shake your past, you cannot escape. You are still that person.
And I shall make you accountable for your sins.
It did not stop there though did it. You sought to use the skills you acquired as an underworld goon and use them in the ring, under the guise of doing it to support a friend. Did it comfort you to punch someone when there are rules to curb you? Did it feel good to be able to abuse another under the masquerade of ‘Within the rules?’"
"They found you out still didn’t they. That’s why they would not give you opportunities. They learned who you really are. You are the terd of society that will not flush. So, you sought an escape. These lands would not sustain you no more. The seeds you sowed would no longer grow so you rang around until you managed to get a hold of Robert Mack.
Oh, what a saint!
I bet semen leaked from you when he said yes. Didn’t it, Skrabz?
May 9th 2018.
The day you were signed. The clean slate you craved. A clean slate you got. It did not take you long to rise to the top. No one to judge you. The smile on Mack’s jester face would have been a picture. The spotlight was yours and the drug you craved was overdosing you, it still is. You fight, scratch and claw to keep it and supplement it with your drugs and booze, as you still feel the guilt from all the time you spent in the dark.
Now the darkness is coming for you once more. A debt is to be paid and the accountant is crunching the numbers. The Coke on your gums makes the whiskey go down like water So you can feel… nothing.
You will destroy yourself alone and nothing can hold you back from oblivion. So no one says "Enough." You will never be happy. You will die…alone.
Your ancestors are all angels up way too high and probably disappointed in what and who you have become. But you don't care, they're all dead. These words are the very breath of your demons. And I haven't heard from an angel that praises you. Through the eyes of the beast in me, I will be the courier.
I've become friends with the abyss and it has politely asked me to escort you in."
Gabriel points and snarls.
"And I will do it willingly.
Do not want to go yet? Do you want to cling to those title belts like a safety harness?
For the only way that works is if you do what none if your partners have been able to do. Give me the Trauma I crave. You can be my drug dealer. Give me my fix and postpone the judgement. I want to feel every punch, Oh I wish to feel the crack of the rib, the crunch of the nasal bone.
Give it to me. I want it all.
Make your choice.
Gabriel grabs his head and snarls.
"ALRIGHT SAM! ITS YOUR TURN NOW!!"
Gabriel regains his composure and points and shakes his finger.
"You are such a tease Sam. You promised me dreams but gave me the cold shoulder. Yet I gave you the warmest of the warm.
I burned you.
It was not enough.
Gabriel puts his hands down by his side, lowers his head. They should have let you burn. They stopped it. My finest work was ruined because they STUCK THEIR NOSES IN!
Then, to add to it all your beloved stuck his neck in. Robert Mack knew he made a potentially dangerous mistake. Why do you think he gave me the chance to name the stipulation of our next match Samantha? It has been chosen, this time, two will enter, one will leave. But that is then, for now, we have to amuse ourselves by being involved in this game of cat and mouse.
Lots of chasing. Lots of fumbles just enough to torment the paying peasants. Yet everyone in this match believes they are the cat.
Are you a cat Samantha? I know you scratch and claw and bite your way to what you want and I admire that. However, nothing is as strong as their word. Now your word and promises are no longer the value of gold but are that of desert sand. Useless as you do not have the tools to turn it into something useful.
Yet you still cling to that crumb that somewhere deep inside the Gabriel you want is still in here, somewhere. Do you know what I had to do to get to where I am? I am not talking about what your sister did but before that? Buried alive, beneath the rhetorical lies. Of a thousand broken-prayer beads. Surrounded by all of my....
False hopes. Fake friends. Priests who are exorcising their own demons. On the dark side of the confession booth. This is nothing. But a divine waste of my time.
As I drag through life on my knees, bleeding I try to unlock the chains that pin my body down. And while I cannot find every key to free me from the weight. I have learned strength and endurance and other tricks to ease my journey.
Though the years I have hashed my blood onto paper. Smiling as my emotions bled into the clean sheets. Forcing the purity of the page to match my damaged and fucked up soul. Yet I have never thought to cut out my darkest experience.
Instead, it swims within my stomach's acidic pool Remaining dormant until a thought or melody claws at its bones Until it can no longer be contained.
So I begin ripping through my lungs and intestines Simply trying to locate the source of the misery As it torments both my body and mind
And by my own hands, The acid spills into the crevasses of my muscle and bone Sizzling through the structures on contact Until I no longer recognize the dead stare reflecting off of metal and glass And so I destroy them by using them To destroy whatever shambles of my body remain.
As I sit in a puddle of blood and feel the air ticking away like seconds on a clock I smell the familiar perfume of death, nestled with regret. I promised myself that, if I somehow survive another night, I will try to face the thickest chains that bind me tighter than ever before Those that continue to stain the ground with my past and Refuse to let me stand without fear.
That is what Gabriel felt when I was let free. That Gabriel, died that day. Let it go Samantha. Let him rest.
You are currently on the path of redemption and you need to embrace that. You have the chance to make a statement.
Is a dish best served cold. Make a statement and beat me, give yourself the high ground going into our match where you fight for your true calling, the Throwdown Championship.
I am starting to see chinks in that armour of yours. That Iron Will you once had is not so iron clad anymore. Simply put.
That eats at your very core like a flesh eating virus. You hear it when you close your eyes at night, the gnawing. A pretty girl with a pretty face. The demons she was still trying to erase. Gripping her heart, and clouding her mind. Darling, it is all in your head. Where an escape is impossible to find.
And the Zombie cried, what’s in your head she said.
I. AM. IN. YOUR. HEAD!
And I like it here.
Your secrets hang here behind the curtains. The most amusing of all, is that I know you liked our time together.
Your body betrayed you. Now so does your mind."
"There is nothing to be ashamed of my dear. Want me to go on? I will bite my lips a little longer to give you a chance to shut me up.
Throwdown Episode 29.
Come and silence me.
I look forward to our next time alone. But this time? There will be no Knights in shining armour. Your precious husband will be powerless to intervene but is welcome to watch. Throwdown will be a little sample of what to expect come the pay per view.
It really is so simple. You know what to do. Come and play with me, again.
Now I will address you all as a collective group. The Shieldmaidens, Stacy DeVille and Skrabz.
The hour glass has ran out for you. This tale does not have a happy ending for you. Like the many fairy tales told to children to rock them to sleep they are not the true story.
Fairy tales were born from tales of horror and your stories will be told and the sticky ending you will all meet?
Will be courtesy of The Coven.
The grim reaper awaits you and the weight of the earth will pin you to the worms dining table. There will be a feast, a five course meal and you can fight amongst yourselves which courses you are.
Let’s be honest here, it is inevitable that you will clash. And the Coven will feast on the scraps.
January 18, 2020 7:40 PM Emily’s House Denver, Colorado
Emily is washing dishes wearing an apron with a white shirt under it and blue jeans. James walks into the kitchen. “What’s for dinner,” he asks. “It’s late and I’m starving.” “Well make you a sandwich, James. I’m not in the mood to cook,” Emily tells him without even looking at him. James looks confused and then just walks away shaking his head. ************************************************* January 18, 2020 9:00 PM Emily’s House Denver, Colorado
Emily and James are sitting at the kitchen table together eating sandwiches. “I’m sorry, James,” Emily says. “I’m just in a really bad mood. Thanks for the sandwiches.” “Yeah I could tell something is hurting your feelings. What is it,” James asks. “My dad told me that Stacy Deville wasn’t taking our match serious,” Emily says. “I want the whole team to take this match serious so when Coven beats them there are no excuses.” “That would make me mad too, “ James says. “Well if she doesn’t care then I’m just going to beat her up really bad,” Emily says.
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