DateJanuary 21st, 2020
LocationShieldmaidens Clubhouse in New Orleans, LA
Time10AM
StatusOff Camera
The scene opens as the Mile High Wrestling AMMO Television Champion, Becca “Bruiser” Maguire and her wife and fellow Shieldmaiden, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire make their way into the room where they along with their fellow Maidens congregate for church. A few of them, Bruiser included, has been a bit down after the news broke yesterday that after the Myrrhder She Wrote Pay-Per-View and episode thirty of Throwdown has aired that Mile High Wrestling shall be closing their doors.
The couple just got finished with a training session so they’re dressed in their training gear but as always, they’re also wearing their kuttes. Bruiser sits down and props her left foot up onto the table and begins to massage her knee a little.Bruiser“So… looks like I’m out o’ a fuckin’ job in a months time, aye? Right after I finally fuckin’ win some gold as well…”
She shakes her head, clearly annoyed over the fact she’s found herself in this situation, something that all the other Maidens, including Psycho, don’t as they are in other promotions so when Mile High does close down, they will all still be employed.
Psycho“Aye, last time this happened, it was that time I had only had one match an’ dinna bae havin’ a second job tae bae holdin me up…”
Bruiser nods.
Bruiser“Aye… at least ya’ll have that now coz we’re gonna fuckin’ need it to make sure Robbie John is gonna be looked after.”
Putting her foot back down, she lifts her championship out of her duffel bag and places it on the table in front of her.
Bruiser“I was lookin’ forward to doin’ my best to have a long reign with this… I was so fuckin’ focused and determined to become the best damn AMMO TV champ in Mile High Wrestlin’ history. Now? Now all I can hope for is that I end my career here as it’s final champion.”
She lets out an elongated sigh before putting the title away and resting her elbows on the table, staring off into the distance.
Bruiser“I ain’t even made a decision yet on whether I should just han’ up my boots for good after this or try and find somewhere else to wrestle.”
Psycho“It’d bae a fuckin’ shame if ye’d stop now, Lass. Ye’ve come so far!”
Leaning back in the chair, she folds her heavily tattooed arms across her chest in deep thought.
Bruiser“Aye… I know. But there comes a time when ya gotta think lon’ term. I ain’t gettin’ any younger… and my knee ain’t gettin’ any better. Ya’ll saw how much I fuckin’ hated bein’ stuck in a wheelchair after pickin’ up my second injury, how badly I wished I could play with RJ but couldn’t…”
She finally turns her attention to Psycho.
Bruiser“I don’t wanna stop wrestlin’, Sorsh… but I’d rather retire now and be a fully able bodied Mom to RJ than risk pickin’ up yet another serious knee injury and be confined to a wheelchair for the rest o’ my life.”
Psycho shrugs.
Psycho“Aye, an’ tha bae a fine ting, but whot difference bae th’ place ye ply yer trade in when it comes tae tha?”
Bruiser“There ain’t one. I dunno… I guess I’m just thinkin’ that maybe Mile High closin’ is a sign… maybe the two knee injuries I sustained were a sign. I’m probably just over-thinkin’ shit.”
Psycho pauses and then hugs her wife.
Psycho“I bae knowin’ tha faelin’...”
Bruiser takes hold of her wife’s hand and smiles.
Bruiser“Ya know… I hate to brin’ it up but… I could really fuckin’ use some advice from Shonn right now. No matter what any o’ us were goin’ through… he always had an answer.”
Psycho steps back and nods.
Psycho“I bae knowin’ tha faelin aeven better. We could always ask Ash, she might bae knowin whot he would say.”
Bruiser“Aye, maybe… she still around do ya know?”
Psycho nods and starts walking them back to the gym.
Psycho“Come on, I tink she bae workin wit the Prospect…”
They head inside and find Ashley Kenyon standing next to the heavy bag with Shieldmaiden Prospect, Gabriela “Taza” Carbajal, working the bag over.
Psycho“Ash, ye have a second there, Lass?”
Ashley turns and nods.
Ashley“Go work on your boxing with Jezzy, I’ll be there in a sec.”
Taza nods and does as she’s told.
Ashley“What’s up?”
Bruiser“I’m lookin’ for some advice, Ash. I’m just gettin’ it into my head that with my knee injuries and with Mile High closin’ soon… that it’s a sign I should han’ up my boots for good. Like, I dunno… normally if I was thinkin’ this kinda shit, I’d talk to Shonn… but, aye… ya’ll got any words o’ wisdom?”
Ashley crosses her arms, tapping her chin.
Ashley“Well, let me ask you, how often does the knee thing actually enter your mind? Like, is it an everyday thing or is it just since they announced this place was closing?”
Bruiser“Well, I mean… it hurts like Hell after the adrenaline has worn off after every match I have, but so does the rest o’ my body, as is the life o’ a professional wrestler. But truthfully… aye… I’ve only been thinkin’ about it since yesterday which was when the announcement was made.”
Ashley nods knowingly.
Ashley“I would call that a sign…”
Bruiser pauses for a moment, thinking about it before then clicking her fingers and pointing to Ashley as though she’s finally figured it out.
Bruiser“Aye, it is a fuckin’ sign… that it’s all in my head! I need to quit worryin’ about it coz the more I worry, the more likely I’m gonna end up gettin’ injured again!”
She nods and smiles.
Bruiser“Okay… I’ve made my decision. This ain’t the end o’ Bruiser… naw… this is only the fuckin’ beginnin’! Cheers, lass.”
Ashley nods and fist bumps Bruiser.
Ashley“Fuckin’ right!”
Bruiser nods and takes hold of Psycho’s hand and the two smile at each other before Bruiser turns her attention back to Ashley.
Bruiser“All right then. We’ll let ya’ll get back to trainin’ the Prospect… catch ya later, aye?”
Ashley nods.
Ashley“Knock ‘em fuckin’ dead!”
Bruiser makes the devil’s horns with her free hand before she and Psycho turn around and make their way back to the clubhouse as Ashley goes back to her training session before the scene fades.
DateJanuary 28th, 2020
LocationMaguire Residence in New Orleans, LA
Time7PM
StatusOn Camera
The scene re-opens as we find Bruiser sitting in front of the camera, dressed in her wrestling gear along with her Shieldmaiden kutte with her AMMO Television Championship dangling from her grasp as she looks down upon it.
Bruiser“Ya know… I was plannin’ on tryin’ to become the greatest AMMO Television Champion in Mile High Wrestlin’ history…”
Lifting her head up, she drapes the title over her shoulder as she now focuses on the camera.
Bruiser“I was plannin’ on bustin’ my ass every single time I found myself defendin’ this title… no matter who was steppin’ in front o’ me… whether it was someone who had been here since day one… or whether it was someone who had only just started. It didn’t fuckin’ matter the amount o’ challengers either… one… two… three… the entire fuckin’ roster? Friend or foe. I was ready to prove to the entire fuckin’ world that I was prepared to be the best o’ the best!”
Bruiser pauses for a moment, the knowledge that Mile High Wrestling was closing soon still being a hard pill to swallow for her.
Bruiser“But then… news broke that after episode thirty o’ Throwdown… Mile High Wrestlin’ shall be closin’ it’s doors.”
She shakes her head.
Bruiser“When the news first got out… I was fuckin’ sad… I still am. All o’ those plans I had… now just gone forever.”
Bruiser sits upright now, with a look of determination on her face.
Bruiser“But despite the fact that those plans ain’t gonna happen anymore now… after the initial shock o’ this news passed… I realised my new plan. Ya see, that new plan is now to make fuckin’ sure that I go down in Mile High history as bein’ the final AMMO Television Champion! That all the fuckin’ setbacks I’ve suffered to get to where I am right now in this moment was all worth it!”
She glances briefly at her title again before turning back to the camera.
Bruiser“And this brings me to the Myrrhder She Wrote Pay-Per-View on February 2nd… live from the O2 Arena in London, England. The first time I’ve had the chance to fuckin’ wrestle outside o’ the States… and I’m gonna be defendin’ my title in a Triple Threat match against a lad who I’m very familiar with by now in the form o’ the former holder o’ this title, Ripley… and a lass that I know very little about in the form o’ Teresa Duke.”
Bruiser smirks.
Bruiser“At this point, I’m gonna sound like a broken fuckin’ record when I say that I respect the Hell outta ya, Ripley. But since this could very well be the final time we’ll be steppin’ into the rin’ against each other, I just wanna take the time to tell ya that it’s been a fuckin’ honor and a privilege to have had some amazin’ matches against ya. I hope that despite the fact ya’ll are steppin’ into this match as the challenger and not the champion, that ya’ll are proud o’ yaself for bein’ the best damn TV champ in AMMO history. That’s somethin’ that can’t be taken away from ya… no matter what happens in this match. And gettin’ the chance to step into the rin’ with ya one final time across the pond in England’s capital o’ London? It’s gonna be yet another honor and privilege… so thank ya, lad… and I wish ya all the best with ya future.”
She salutes the camera, directing it towards Ripley as she readjusts the championship over her shoulder.
Bruiser“Now… Teresa… I honestly wish this match had come under better circumstances… those bein’ that Mile High was still plannin’ on stickin’ around and bein’ the place ya’ll could call home. It’s been a great place to be… I ain’t been here as lon’ as a lot o’ the others here, but in the short amount o’ time I’ve been here… I’ve had an absolute fuckin’ blast and I’ve enjoyed every second o’ it.”
Bruiser lets out an elongated sigh.
Bruiser“But despite that… I’m glad that I will get the chance to step into the rin’ with ya, lass. I may not know all that much about ya… but I have a lot o’ respect for ya and I’m lookin’ forward to steppin’ into the rin’ with ya to see what ya can brin’ to the table.”
She leans forward, taking the title back off her shoulder and holding it up to the camera.
Bruiser“But it doesn’t fuckin’ matter how much I respect either o’ ya… it doesn’t matter how much I can’t wait to step into the rin’ with ya to show the Mile High fans once again what happens when The Bruiser goes up against ya, Ripley… and it doesn’t fuckin’ matter how much I can’t wait to see what it’s like to step into the rin’ with ya, Teresa. Coz at the end o’ the day… the two o’ ya are goin’ into this match with only one thin’ and one thin’ only on ya mind. To take this championship away from me!”
Bruiser shakes her head, smirking.
Bruiser“And that ain’t happenin’... whether ya’ll like it or not. I busted my ass for twenty years to even have a fuckin’ wrestlin’ career… and this right here? This is the first championship I’ve ever won! So I ain’t lettin’ it go… naw… I’m gonna make sure that Mile High Wrestlin’ closes down with me, Becca “Bruiser” Maguire as the final ever AMMO Television Champion!”
Once again, she places the title back over her shoulder.
Bruiser“I wish ya’ll the best o’ luck this Sunday… coz ya’ll can bet ya gonna fuckin’ need it if ya wanna take this away from me. At Myyrhder She Wrote? Ya’ll are cruisin’ for a bruisin’ at the hands o’ The Bruiser. I’ll be seein’ ya both then…”
Bruiser leans back and makes the M shape with her hands as the scene fades to black. 
