Leah entered the seedy looking complex with about as much anticipation as someone sitting there watching paint dry. She didn’t know what she had gotten herself into. At the request of Paul, she dialed the number he gave her to a trainer he knew. She didn’t want to but Paul hadn’t steered her wrong yet. All she knew was that she had all this angst and nowhere to displace it. There was a lone set of lights inside what looked to be an old American Legion Hall that was converted into a “gym”. I say that in the loosest terms as it only had a few items of equipment and a large blue mat laid out on the far end of the room. Leah crossed the room ready for whatever awaited her. She was told to come prepared so she was already dressed in a pair of black workout leggings and a running shirt.
Clarence Darby: So, you must be The War Queen I’ve heard so much about.
Leah couldn’t tell where the voice was coming from at first but as she turned around, Clarence Darby entered the room.
Clarence Darby: Paul’s had a lot to say about you kid. Nothing but good things I must add. He said you had a fire inside you.
20 Year Old Leah: I’ve got more than a fire in me.
Clarence comes closer to Leah with his arms up in the air in front of him signaling he means no harm.
Clarence Darby: Whoa, sweetie. This is a safe space. I meant no harm.
20 Year Old Leah: Don’t call me sweetie.
Leah gripped the shoulder strap of her workout bag tight, clenching it into a fist.
Clarence Darby: You can put your bag down over there. We’re going to get right into it.
Clarence walked over to the corner and plopped down in a chair. He pulled another chair closer and patted the seat gesturing for Leah to sit. She drops her bag and sits down hesitantly.
Clarence Darby: So, tell me. What makes you, you?
20 Year Old Leah: Excuse me?
Again, Clarence puts his palms up excusing himself.
Clarence Darby: No harm meant. I’ve heard a lot about you from Paul. You came on to help him with some expenditures, showed a lot of heart and promise but ultimately you’re a powder keg about to explode. I want to know why. What got you to this point?
Leah doesn’t feel like she needs to answer any of Clarence’s questions. She’s here to channel her anger through Muay Thai; not to come to a therapy session. She bites at one of her fingernails as she crosses her legs at the ankles beneath her seat.
Clarence Darby: Why are you upset?
The fidgeting continues.
20 Year Old Leah: I’m not.
Clarence Darby: It’s alright, Leah. You want to fight. You have this urge to just let loose. You have a hunger. You may think you’re the only one but I was just like you when I was younger. Hit without remorse. Bust open someone’s head without thinking twice. Soon you begin justifying your actions. Think you are only going after people that deserve it. You don’t care about what blowback you receive. You get a head full of fantasies about dying like a martyr.
The tension eased as Clarence caught Leah’s attention.
20 Year Old Leah: Yes! See, you get it. Everyone says channel it elsewhere. I’m a fighter at heart. I do exactly what I need to. Something happens, fuck it. I’ll go down in history.
Clarence raises his hand for her to stop.
Clarence Darby: Any old fool can run out in the street and get themselves killed. Where’s the history in that beyond an obituary at the back of a newspaper? Dying is the easy part. Living is harder.
20 Year Old Leah: Then what do you suggest?
Clarence Darby: You’ve already taken the first steps by showing up today. Paul didn’t put you on a path in my direction so that you can “channel” that rage in another form. If you want to continue doing what you do. If you go out there reckless you’re just like all these hoodlums you hear about on the news. You want to be a part of history then you do it my way. Controlled. We teach you the methods. No one wants you going out there half cocked and end up as just another name; Paul especially. I don’t know what you go on him or what you did but Paul has taken a shine to you.
Leah sat across from Clarence a bit indecisive. She highly doubted this man had an answer to the urges she felt inside of her.
Clarence Darby: You don’t want to throw away this shot. I’m not here to teach you self defense. You can clearly already do that. I’m here to teach you to do things in a way that won’t leave you on the wrong side of a knife. Through clarity you will build a legacy upon yourself.
20 Year Old Leah: You ever do motivation speeches? I’m just playing. When do we start.
Clarence Darby: We already have.
Clarence smiled as he rose from his seat and started walking over to the blue mat. Leah follows suit as the scene closes.
Date: 1/30/2020 Time: 10:35pm Location: Chicago, IL (Leah’s home)
The War Queen Leah opened the door to her shed out back and turned on a single light hanging in the center of the room. Despite the 20-something degree weather in the city of Chicago right now, The War Queen has her typical tank top, sweatpants and Timberland boots. Her hair is pulled back, masked by a bandanna leaving only a few strands of blue hair to fall out of the back. She searches the shed for something, moving all sorts of lawn care equipment and bicycles out of the way. No such use for any of these things this time of year. Finally, she comes across a large case. Crouching down, The War Queen opens the case and pulls out a two by four wrapped in barbed wire. The same barbed wire wrapped two by four she used back at Mile High Spectacular 2. Standing up, Leah places the weapon on a nearby workbench. With one hand she strokes the two by four before getting a grip on one end. Raising it up off the bench, Leah uses her free hand to inspect the barbed wire. Without flinching, she pricks her finger on one of the barbs. Blood starts to trickle from her finger but she just wipes it away.
War Queen Leah: It’s been a long time my friend. Don’t you worry though. You will be in action real soon.
Leah grips the bottom of the two by four with both hands and positions it like a bat. She takes a quick swing and chuckles before setting it back down.
War Queen Leah: Do you remember my friend, Sosh? September 15th feels like eons ago doesn’t it? Mile High Spectacular 2. The Pepsi Center in Denver, Colorado. The War Queen Leah vs Saoirse “Psycho” Maguire for your MHW Hardcore Title. Those were different times, weren't they? We beat the piss out of each other that night. In the end, however, you were the one that walked away retaining the MHW Hardcore Title. You took everything I had and kept coming back for more. It was exhilarating, right?
A smile comes across the face of The War Queen as she reminisces about the match but quickly turns more solemn.
War Queen Leah: I was a different person back then. I was still hiding who I truly was. I couldn’t show my true self until it was time. I needed to earn your respect. I needed to get closer to you and the other Shieldmaidens. I had to do my job. I needed to “play the game.” The time wasn’t right. Fast forward to current day and there is no sheltering who I am. What you see is what you get. There are no boundaries I will not go. Hell, certain members of Coven even say I should dial things back at least a bit. But that’s just who I am. I’m not just The War Queen Leah anymore. I’m also ‘Hardcore’ Leah. And that came at your expense.
Another smile comes across The War Queen’s face.
War Queen Leah: You’re not the same person you were that night either. It truly is a shame. September 15th, 2019 I took on the dreaded Psycho and I lost. February 2nd, 2020 I’m scheduled to take on Psycho once again… but I don’t see Psycho anywhere around. It’s actually quite concerning. I look around and all I see is Sosh. You’re not the same person you used to be. You’ve changed. This all powerful mythical figure that I had seen from afar, heard the legend of and gratefully was able to experience up close and personal on one occasion. Frankly, it’s quite pathetic. Now, I don’t know what it is that changed you. Was it becoming a mother? Was it losing a loved one? I can’t quite pin it down. Maybe, despite beating me back at Mile High Spectacular 2, I took something from you. Maybe I took that edge. Maybe I scared that “Psycho” away. I don’t know. I guess it’s all up to interpretation. All we know is that something happened to you. What have you done since then, Sosh?
The War Queen leans back against the workbench; supporting herself by placing both hands on the table beside her.
War Queen Leah: September 29th, Champion vs Champion challenge, you fought your pseudo-sister, Zombie, and you lost. She hooked you into Zombieland and you passed out. Some may commend you for not tapping out to the submission. I saw through the facade. I saw the cracking. I saw Sosh in the ring that night and she was just a scared, weak little girl that could not overcome an obstacle. She didn’t pass out because she was too strong and hard headed to tap out. No, she passed out before she could ever tap out. She was too weak willed to endure the pain. Fast forward a bit to October 27th, the next time we saw you in a ring. The Shieldmaidens boasted how Bullet was going to move on. They boasted about how Psycho was going to move on. The Shieldmaidens were going to run the Rise of the Phoenix Tournament. We kept being told Psycho would show up. She didn’t. We were not graced with her presence. Sosh, you didn’t know who your opponent was going to be that night until they stepped in the ring. You didn’t know you were going to be facing Gabriel Ohio but I knew. It was all part of the plan. Gabriel Ohio is an incredible physical specimen that you discarded in the trash like he was nothing. I waited with anticipation to see if, upon seeing Ohio, would the real Psycho show up. You know what I’m talking about. Psycho! The same Psycho that doused Ohio with acid! The same Psycho that beat Ohio down with a shillelagh! But, alas, Psycho did not show. Sosh showed up and had her ass handed to her.
The War Queen shakes her head side to side disparagingly.
War Queen Leah: You did have a glimpse of hope though, Sosh. It wasn’t all losses. You got a win in there. Two weeks after being defeated in unprecedented fashion against Gabriel Ohio you put up your MHW Hardcore Title against your very own wife, Becca, and you won.
Leah pauses for a moment to applaud Psycho’s win but quickly turns to sarcasm.
War Queen Leah: You defended your HARDCORE Title against your WIFE in a match that wasn’t very hardcore. There were no weapons involved. Going back and watching the match, it was the two of you rolling around on the mat together for three minutes and fifty four seconds. What up with that? It seems to me that you were holding back a bit. It took two, TWO, Gealtachtas to beat Bex. Now I’m not a conspiracy theorist but the real PSYCHO once knocked out Gabriel Ohio with one incredible Gealtachta. Most thought Ohio would never come back from it. I’m supposed to believe it would take two of those for you to put your wife down? Perhaps the real Psycho still wasn’t here. In my eyes, Sosh has still been standing in her place. You’re depriving us, Sosh.
The War Queen pushes off the workbench, becoming increasingly more serious.
War Queen Leah: The list continues. Do I need to keep going? November 24th, Black Magic. It was to be the day the Shieldmaidens proved to MHW and the rest of the world that Coven was all show; that they couldn’t back up all that talk and the cheap shots were just that, cheap. Need I remind you that little ol’ Sosh tapped out in fear of witnessing her dear wife passed out and potentially murdered right before her eyes? That’s not something befitting of the true Psycho. December 8th, the rematch. War Queen Leah versus Psycho for the MHW Hardcore Title. Did Psycho show up? NOPE. I got Sosh once again and… well… I am going into our rubber match the champ so we all know how that turned out. January 5th, Oh my God it’s going to be Psycho versus Reaper. Now that’s a match I beg to see. That hardcore baddass Psycho against the monster, Reaper. Again NOPE. We got Reaper damn near decapitating Sosh in a match.
Leah’s demeanor starts to come off as more annoyed at this point.
War Queen Leah: Two weeks ago. January 19th. Sosh… you were the first one eliminated from the match. Your “team” got the win in the record books but it was no thanks to you. I can’t do this anymore. When Rob announced the card for this Sunday’s special event, Myrrhder She Wrote, and I saw I would be defending the MHW Hardcore Title, MY Hardcore Title, against supposedly “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire I was highly disappointed. I was disappointed because I wasn’t going to be facing Psycho. I was facing Sosh. Sosh is weak. Sosh is a hasbeen. Sosh is not deserving. The real Psycho is not around anymore.
The War Queen pauses taking in a deep breath.
War Queen Leah: I WANT PSYCHO! I don’t want Sosh. I want someone who’s going to show up and hit back as hard as I hit them. I want to feel the thrill that I have longed for since our first meeting. We’ve got two weeks before MHW is closing its doors. Many will sit there and question why I want to keep fighting so hard. Why do I want to put the effort in for a company that won’t even be here coming March 1st? This match means more to me than it could ever mean to you. You, by some miracle, beat me it’s just a matter of a Shieldmaiden once again carrying a belt. Me? I’m here building a legacy for myself. I want to build something that’s going to outlive me. History has its eyes on me and I’m not going to throw away my shot. If MHW closes its doors with me still MHW Hardcore Champion I will forever be immortalized as that champion. Not one of the few. Not the one that lost it two shows before the company closes. The final… and Forever… MHW Hardcore Champion. I plan on settling down from this wrestling business one day and starting a family. Unlike you and Bex I can’t just say poof and a child comes into existence through some strange means like being taken from The Children, adopted, surrogacy, taking in my dead sister’s kid. That’s not an option for me. One day, I’m going to sit down with my future son or daughter and I’m going to show them right there on Splat! Media how their mother was the last Hardcore Champion MHW ever saw. I’m going to show them that their mother didn’t half-ass anything she did in wrestling. That’s why I want Psycho to show up to our match at Myrrhder She Wrote. I want an all out balls to the walls match to prove exactly why I am the current and the FINAL MHW Hardcore Champion. I want blood. I want pain. I don’t want to make Sosh cry. That would be too easy. I want to make Psycho cry. Please give her to me.
The War Queen is worked up and fuming now. Quick, shallow breaths in and out as her shoulders rise and fall.
War Queen Leah: The Shieldmaidens are known for writing their own narrative a time or two but this is my narrative now. I am not content sitting idly by as someone else writes the story of my life. At Myrrhder She Wrote, I’m putting the pen to the paper of my own story. They say every story needs a villain. Well, I’m okay being that villain. The Maidens may hate me for being a turncoat. The fans may despise me for being a realist and exposing what they believe to be untrue. Management may think that Sosh is deserving of a rematch for the MHW Hardcore Title. Some even say I’m going to lose MY title back to Sosh. None of that affects me. If being the villain gets me what I desire then so be it. Everyone wants to be the hero of their own story? I mean, in the story the hero always wins. Me. I know who I am. You can like me. You can hate me. In the end, you’ll all want to be me. The truth is, this is no story. This is reality and, in reality, the bad guy can win.
The War Queen reaches back around to the workbench behind her and once again grabs the barbed wire laced two by four and rests it on her right shoulder.
War Queen Leah: February 2nd, if Sosh shows up for our hardcore rules two out of three falls match, it won’t come to three falls. We’ll be two and done. And I tell you this now, full transparency, if Sosh shows up I will have no mercy. If people thought what she did to Gabriel Ohio with all that acid was shocking then they’re better off just turning off the programming the moment we come to the ring. Lil RJ just might end up one parent short. Becca just might end up on her knees taking down a bottle of whisky drowning her sorrows away as she relapses. At Throwdown Episode 30 we’ll lower the Shieldmaiden flag to half mast and toast goodbye to a fallen biker.
Leah swings the two by four down in front of her to hold it with both hands; her left just slightly below the wire.
War Queen Leah: I don’t want things to come to this but if Sosh shows up Sunday I will not be held liable for what I do to her. Bring me Psycho. Bring me the real Psycho. Bring me the match that I desire against the former twisted, tormented, warped deviant we used to know as Psycho. Not the pathetic, woeful, feeble Sosh we’ve come to know. Hardcore Leah is coming to our duel. Will you, Psycho?
The War Queen starts laughing a bit maniacally as the camera pans out away from the shed.
Friday, January 31, 2020 Warehouse Gym Shieldmaidens Clubhouse New Orleans, Louisiana 9:04 AM CST
This was it, the last day to train before traveling to London for what was to be the final Mile High Wrestling supercard event ever in Myrrhder She Wrote. Of all of the currently active members of the New Orleans charter of the Shieldmaidens that participated in wrestling, only three would not be on the card in some capacity, those three being Sgt-At-Arms Essentia “Sangre” Carbajal and prospects Gabriela “Taza” Carbajal and Eavan “Krigare” Maloney. Sangre and Taza had not officially signed with any promotions while Krigare was too busy elsewhere to commit full-time to Mile High and had thus chosen to not join her Maiden sisters within the organization.
Of the members who had joined Mile High, only Aoife “Banshee” Maguire and Katrina “Hairicin” Knox would not be competing inside the ring. Both had recently made the decision to begin active competition, though their decisions had come too late to attempt a debut match under the auspices of Mile High Wrestling.
Thus the two would remain in their previously held ringside positions, Banshee as a manager, Hairicin as Banshee’s bodyguard, for the final two nights of Mile High Wrestling’s current existence.
Myrrhder She Wrote would be the first of the final two shows.
Getting ready for their respective matches, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire and her wife, Becca “Bruiser” Maguire, stand next to a striking tree practicing their various strikes. With bruiser looking on, Psycho lands a flurry of punches, alternating elbows and then a flurry of kicks that seems to go on forever before finishing with a crisp, picture perfect Gealtachta kick to the dummy’s head on top of the tree that nearly takes the part clean off of the post holding it onto the striking tree.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Oh… tha bae a good’n…
Bruiser crosses her arms, visibly annoyed at her wife’s choice of strikes to engage in.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Don’t be fallin’ in love with your kicks, Sorsh, how many times do you need to be told?
Psycho steps back from the tree, visibly impressed with herself on her last strike.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye kinna bae tellin’ me tha dinna bae a ting o’ beauty, Bex!
Bruiser is unmoved.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Maybe it was, but you should still be workin’ on other parts of your game if you want to be able to step up to Leah this time!
This time it’s Psycho’s turn to be unmoved.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I’ve fuckin’ stepped tae her baefore an’ ye kinna bae kaepin’ a blade sharp if’n ye dinna bae kaepin’ it ready tae bae used!
As the two stand there contemplating their next retorts to each other, their Club President, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, walks in the door of the gym, stopping as her phone rings.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿A la orden?
She nods quickly at whatever is said and starts heading straight for Psycho and Bruiser.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Gracias...
The call ends as quickly as it had begun, Bullet walking over to the now curious Bruiser and Psycho, the two seemingly having forgotten all about their minor annoyance with each other from only moments before.
Without hesitation or much of anything else, Bullet arrives a few steps away and nods to her Maiden sisters.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We have a run to make. We need the Omens…
Bruiser nods to the doorway that leads out of the building.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Eef’s in the clubhouse in Bandit’s office… Fi…
Bruiser trails off, frowning in her ignorance of Fianna “Fetch” Kenyon’s current exact location. Psycho is quick to take over with this information.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Fetch bae at home wit th’ youngins tryin’ tae avoid baein’ a right shinner…
Bullet nods in acknowledgement.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Zombie?
Bruiser shrugs as if the answer should be obvious.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: At her place gettin’ ready to get the fuck out of dodge…
Bullet nods grimly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I’ll text them. We’re going to need as full vans as we can get.
Both Psycho and Bruiser are visibly struck by the choice of vehicles to be sued on this particular operation. Vans, plural, meant something very different was going on here.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Jeannie Mac, we’ll nay bae taken our bikes on this one then?
Bullet shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Vice and Spectre scanned the place for us. Had Cross deliver a cake there so they could have a good look at the whole area. We go in vans that look like panel trucks.
Bruiser frowns, her eyes narrowing.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: We tryin’ to make it look like this is somebody else?
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It’s been cleared with Salazar and the cartel at the highest levels. I talked to Rafa himself as part of this discussion as well as Tarasenko. Forge and RJ were even in agreement on this.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Begorra, ye have tae ask permission tae murder a shite?
Bullet shrugs, a slight smirk gracing her features.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: In a manner of speaking… yes.
She motions at the two to follow her and the three women quickly march outside.
An hour later…
Bullet, Bruiser and Psycho stand outside in the parking lot next to two black panel vans, Wendy “Zombie” Stevens, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire, Essentia “Sangre” Carbajal, Angelique “Angel” LeRoux, Jocelyn “Tibs” Thibault, Leonie “Queenie” Laveau, Katrina “Hairicin” Knox all standing in a group nearby. A few steps away, Gabriela “Taza” Carbajal and her fellow prospects, Antonia “Firefly” Zendejas, Johnnie Mae “Snow” Brown and Roberta “Burnout” Layne, mill about together near a third van, this one larger, and a dull grey, almost primer color.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Bruiser, Psycho, Banshee, Fetch and I will be in the first van. Zombie will drive Sangre, Hairicin and Tibs in the back-up van. Angel, you and Queenie will take the prospects in the third out to the spot we selected for the ditch. Are their bikes loaded up in your van already?
Angel nods and Bullet smiles approvingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Upon arrival, everyone stays in their van. We will wait for the expected vehicle to arrive. When it does, I will accompany the driver inside the room as if I am making a delivery for them. Bruiser will wait for my signal and then she and the Irish will come in to do the other business. Van two, you are back-up in case troubles arise.
Sangre, Hairicin, Tibs and Zombie all nod in acknowledgement of their understanding. Bullet ndos to them and turns to the prospects.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Taza, Firefly, Snow, Burnout, you will all go with Angel and Queenie to the ditch site, get your bikes out of the van and ready yourselves for our arrival. When we get there, we will hand off the keys to the panel vans. You will spray them down in bleach and then set them on fire, riding back together as if you were on a training run.
The prospects nod and Bullet looks at all of her assembled MC members.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Todos entienden?
The collected mass of Shieldmaidens all nod in unison and Bullet nods in return, smiling broadly for her troops.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Crash and Burn are in their command center and will be in contact with all of us at all times to help coordinate. This is for Shonn. This is for Aerynn. This is for Allie. ¿Todos listos?
Again, everyone nods in unison, Bruiser, Psycho, Banshee, Fetch and Hairicin all suddenly seemingly more focused than they were five seconds before at the mention of their deceased relatives.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Buena caza y largas lunas!
Everyone climbs into their respective vans, their Shieldmaidens kuttes conspicuously absent from view. All fifteen women are dressed alike in black tactical boots, black tactical pants, black shirts, black gloves without anything uncovered from just under the neck down on any of them. The vans roar out of the parking lot and head across town to a neighborhood that has obviously seen better days.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Begorra, we’re in a feckin knackered place, Girls!
They pull into the parking lot of a rundown motel, setting themselves up near the rear of the place.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Hang on, I dinna bae saein’ yer man haer, Ale…
Bullet nods from the front passenger seat.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We’re watching for a beat-up Dodge Charger, ‘87, Shelby, painted a dull grey, not quite primer but not really a good job either…
Bruiser, Psycho, Banshee and Fetch all cringe at the description of the car in question.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An’ whot fuckin’ gowl would bae caught dead drivin’ sech a baest?
Bullet simply nods to the building in question.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Lester Maddox.
The name is met with blank stares.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Who th’ fuckin’ hell bae Lester Maddox?
Bullet remains unmoving.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: The husband of Officer Lereane Maddox, Vice Squad. She had two of her fellow puercos use the rooms here to indulge in things that would get them in trouble if they were found out. Lester thinks he’s making a coke buy from me for the four of them to party the night away and was led to believe I might be interested in joining in. Since all of them are closeted bisexuals and cocaine addicts, they found this appealing.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Do they know who they are buying off or just that it’s an attractive Colombian woman dealing in their favorite poison?
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Es la verdad. They think I am working both sides of the cartel business, That I am from Medillín but that I have defected to a different affiliation with Mexico.
Banshee just shakes her head.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Begorra!
Fetch almost starts laughing at the situation.
Fianna "Fetch" Kenyon: Fuckin’ hell, Ale...
Psycho glances out the windshield and frowns.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An’ we…
Bullet nods quickly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Lester does dirty work for Marchand because he can move in the drug world. He is how Marchand found Allie and was nearly a target of the Children of Nephilim for certain habits but was let off because his wife proved useful to them. The three officers in there are not los tombos, they are the rats that helped set up Shonn, Aerynn, Ashley and Maiko for death and kept the area clear of others.
Fetch’s hand squeezes into an angry fist.
Fianna "Fetch" Kenyon: So if Khary hadnay turned up when he did tha night…
Bullet nods grimly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Ash and Maiko would be gone as well. Tonight, we take our first step in making that right.
Banshee, Psycho, Bruiser and Fetch all glare at the building together.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: It bae time tae make them unalive, Lasses!
As the others nod, the car they’ve been waiting for pulls into the space next to them. Bullet smirks.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Showtime…
She steps from the car and meets the aforementioned Lester Maddox.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I kinna wait tae bae saein’ th’ life blaed from his eyes!
Bruiser and Fetch both nod in solidarity.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Fuckin’ right!
Banshee makes the sign of the cross and closes her eyes in prayer.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Saints preserve us!
Fetch grits her teeth in anger and hatred, glaring through the building as they watch Bullet and Lester walk up to the motel room door, knock and then enter the room. .
Fianna "Fetch" Kenyon: Saints bae preservin’ nuttin’ taenight! They jess go marchin’ intae tha room an’ makin’ a fuckin’ mess o’ them fuckin’ rats!
Psycho nods grimly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: We bae their fuckin’ four horsewomen o’ th’ apocalypse!
A few seconds later, bruiser’s phone chimes.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: This is it, Lasses, Ale says they’re all in there and it’s time!
Banshee’s eyes open and the four of them step from the van. The motel room door opens to admit the four as four dazed sets of eyes look up from their pairings, Lereane Maddox kissing officer Raymond Sarkozi while Lester kisses Officer Nestor Vargas, all four naked with visible cocaine powder residue on their noses.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Did ye bae enjoyin’ tha snog then?
Before any of the four can say anything, Psycho, Bruiser, Banshee and Fetch each raise loaded pistols with suppressors attached, each pointed at a different target. With Psycho lined up on Lereane Maddox, Bruiser on Lester, Banshee on Vargas and Fetch on Sarkozi, Bullet nods firmly, closing the door behind them.
Irish: And shepherds we shall be, For Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand, That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee And teeming with souls shall it ever be. In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.
With their apparent prayer recited, all four pull the trigger simultaneously. Lereane Maddox, Lester Maddox, Raymond Sarkozi and Nestor Vargas all tumble to the floor, each with a double tap to the head. Bullet opens the door and the Shieldmaidens take their leave of the room. They pile back into their van, Bullet now at the wheel. She sends out a text to let Zombie know it’s time to leave and to signal Angel they are on their way. As she pulls out, Psycho looks up from the back area.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An’ they willna track this tae us?
Bullet shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I left a mark on the door that signals this was a San Nicolás hit. Lereane Maddox had animosity with them and had been ripping off their shipments for two years. They wanted her dead as much as we did and were only too happy to accept the credit. Rafa made a deal with them to accept this as a favor to settle old debts.
Psycho nods slowly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Right… but, em, whot about surveillance video?
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: That motel caters to drugs and prostitutes, no cameras, no questions. They built the office to intentionally obscure everything from the desk worker. Los tombos will find three of their own, coked up, evidence of sexual deviation and a mark that says they should look into them being dirty or tampering with evidence.
Psycho just shakes her head in shock while Bruiser and Fetch smirk, Banshee simply looking away.
Bullet nods and Psycho just shakes her head again, this time in amazement.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Tank ye fer this, Ale…
Bruiser, Banshee and Fetch all nod together, all four of them starting to tear up.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ceartas!
All four of them raise their fists in the air together, Bullet watching o from the driver’s seat as they continue on down the road.
Bullet nods knowingly as she drives into the night. Over the next half an hour, the rest of the plan goes off without a hitch. They drop off the two panel vans in the middle of nowhere, the prospects douse them in bleach and then burn them. The occupants of the two vans, climb into the third with Angel and Queenie driving them home, the prospects riding along on their bikes, no questions being asked of them for the entirety of their ride.
Saturday, February 1, 2020 Wolf’s Lair Gym London, England 4:54 PM local time
The camera opens upon “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire standing in an MMA gym she’s never been to before. She stands there in her black pants, black boots, a black Cro-Mags t-shirt and her Shieldmaidens’ kutte, her mohawk standing out even over her kutte. She takes in the scene of other people training and nods before looking into the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: So, haer we bae, London, fuckin’ England, an’ I have tae bae admittin’, this dinna used tae bae a place I ever wanted tae bae. Baein’ from Dublin, London always saemed like eather a faraway draemland or the pit o’ hell itself an’ ye kinna bae knowin’ which is which…
She glances off, staring into the distance.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye aether bae tryin’ tae make it haer tae say ye bae makin’ it period or ye bae tryin’ tae avoid ever settin’ foot in this baecause it’ll bae the fuckin’ death o’ ye!
Looking to the floor, a slight grin comes to her face and she nods to herself before looking back to the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Now I bae comin’ tae fight an I kinna say I’m opposed tae sech a ting.
She pauses, smirking cruelly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I’m all about th’ fightin’...
The smirk intensifies.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: As are ye, Leah…
She nods to the camera in acknowledgement, the smile slowly starting to fade as she does so.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Oh, we bae havin’ ourselves some proper wars taegether. Th’ first one, paeple bae sayin’ ye were th; great prospect, maikin’ yer way tae th’ top an’ I jes be the tiny spaedbump in yer way. Ye were supposed tae jes run me over, same way Gabriel Ohio was supposed tae pound me intae th’ ground like a stake baein’ set fer a fuckin’ tent. Gabriel Ohio was supposed tae bae th’ end o’ me an’ send me runnin’ back tae me home wit me tail baetwain me legs wishin’ tae God tha I had never had this crazy idea tha I could bae a fighter, much less bae a champion.
Her eyes shimmer with wild abandon for a moment.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: But he dinna do tha, did he, Leah?
She shakes her head pointedly, the smile gone now.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: He dinna do it baecause I fuckin’ kicked his head off hsi fuckin’ shoulders until he went runnin’ tae fight somebody else an’ left me tae fight ye instead an did we have a right knocker o’ a fight, ye an’ I…
She nods, rubbing her hands together in anticipation, reliving the memory of the fight and savoring every second of it.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Blasted aech other tae pillar an’ post we did. Ye bae knockin’ me block off an’ I bae knockin’ yers off until we bote could barely stand ennymore an’ then I got ye, same as I got Ohio…
She cracks her knuckles.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: We had a second fight an’ we blasted aech other from pillar tae post all over again. We bae poundin’ on aech other, drilled aech other until ye bae standin’ victorious. Ye got me an’ I’ll nay bae sayin’ ennithin different.
She nods pointedly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye got me tha time, Leah, jes like I got ye th’ first time we bae fightin’.
Stepping back, Psycho raises her arms as if to encompass the entire world around her.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An’ now, in the shadow of th’ comp’ny closin’, we will bae fightin’ fer a tird an’ possibly final time. This time, it bae two out of three falls an’ tha bae maenin;’ there’ll bae no excuses fer aether o’ us this time. No matter whot, whoever comes out o’ this match will bae th’ better woman tha night…
Her hands lower and she turns to glare into the camera, pointing forcefully to the ground.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: This isna about Coven an’ th’ Maidens, this isna about gangwars, or faction dominance! This is about ye an’ me fightin’ aech other tae show who is th’ best hardcore fighter in Mile High Wrestlin’! Ye an’ I have baen th’ best this comp’ny has had, I was th’ first an’ now yer th’ only oen tae baet me fer tha championship! Tha dinna bae sittin’ wit me an’ I bae ready tae go tae war all over again! We are gonna blast aech other, I know tha…
A smile cracks across her face. A mirthless smile that seems to grow more devilish with every passing second.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An I have tae bae tellin’ ye, Leah, I’m gonna enjoy tha wit ye.
She nods, the smile still present as she starts to rub her hands together in excited anticipation all over again.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I like blastin’ paeple, especially when they kin bae firin’ back th’ way ye kin bae. I wanna taste th’ force, th’ impact, th’ blood, th’ sweat an’ th’ taers tha are sure tae bae comin’ in a fight like this!
She looks up, licking her lips.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Oh begorra, th’ blood will bae fuckin’ heavenly, possibly almost orgasmic…
Nodding excitedly, she looks back to the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An’ I know ye kin bae givin’ it ate me so brin’ it th’ way onl;y ye kin bae brin’in’ it, Leah! I want everyting ye kin brin’ me an’ I want ye tae kaep brin’in it unyil ye kinna brin’ nuttin’ else at all! I want us tae fight until they have to scrape whot bae left of us off the ground an’ put it inae li’l boxes fer our friends tae take back tae our families! I want this fight ate bae th’ one tha makes everyone look at th’ bote o’ us an’ have tae bae askin’, Jaesus, Mary an’ Joseph an’ all the fuckin’ Holy Martyrs, whot bae wrong wit them? Whot they bae fuckin’ playin’ wit?
She claps her hands and then points at the floor again.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An then I want us tae kaep on fightin’ until th’ blood has run so much, th’ entire fuckin’ buildin’ bae beggin’ us tae stop.
She falls to her knees, her hands folded to beg.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Plase, Sorsh an’ Leah, plaese, ye kinna bae doin’ this tae aech other ennymore or ye’ll bae makin’ all o’ us haer sick from th’ smell an’ th’ carnage! Th’ bloodlettin’ bae unbearable!
Her hands separate and she glares into the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I want yer blood, I want yer soul, an I want them bote right now so tha we bae fightin’ until we bae bote bae on th’ brink o’ maetin’ th’ devil himself!
Standing up, Psycho moves in closer to the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I want this fight Leah… an’ i know ye bae wantin’ it as well...
She walks up and grabs the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Let’s do this, championship glory awaits!
Deleted: Hey I read the rules and all that but is maybe someone up to guide me a bit throughout the start of my adventure here? much appriciated
Nov 18, 2019 16:44:14 GMT -6
Bruiser: We have two shows every other week in Ammo and ThrowDown as well as PPV's. The championship system works through a win/loss percentage and you have to have at least 5 matches to go for a title and 10 to go for the top title.
Nov 18, 2019 17:07:22 GMT -6
Bruiser: If there's anything else you need to know, contact Admin
Nov 18, 2019 17:07:52 GMT -6
Admin: I sent you a message
Nov 18, 2019 21:46:04 GMT -6
theefedpodcast: I was bored at work, reading through some fed news, Clicked on the latest Mile High Wrestling Show.... and saw an ad for MY PODCAST!? I LOVE YOU PEOPLE!
Nov 19, 2019 11:17:42 GMT -6
Admin: 💪💯💯 We love the podcast, brudda.
Nov 19, 2019 11:27:00 GMT -6
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Deleted: If I have a secondary character that isn't really going to compete often shall I put them with my main or create a separate profile?
Nov 26, 2019 15:33:18 GMT -6
Jansen Myrrh: If they are going to accompany you to the ring, you can write them in as a manager. If not, you don't really need to list them.
Nov 26, 2019 15:47:03 GMT -6
Deleted: okay. thanks.
Nov 26, 2019 15:56:41 GMT -6
Deleted: Big fan of the results. I've started reading from the first posted show and plan on finishing them all by the weekend. This is some damn good shit.
Dec 23, 2019 10:09:28 GMT -6
Admin: Appreciate that 💪💯💯
Dec 23, 2019 10:45:55 GMT -6
Deleted: Props to the writing crew. These results are blowing me away. Great action, awesome promos, this is the kind of fed everyone should join. #KEGApproved (not like that means anything)
Dec 23, 2019 15:19:50 GMT -6
Deleted: Congrats to the MHW 2019 Award Winners!
Dec 30, 2019 11:17:47 GMT -6
Deleted: HAPPY NEW YEAR, AMIGOS!
Jan 2, 2020 11:29:05 GMT -6
Admin: Happy New Year, brudda 💪💯💯
Jan 2, 2020 11:31:08 GMT -6
theefedpodcast: Hey guys! Stevie and I are excited to play the game with everyone here!
Jan 9, 2020 7:12:24 GMT -6
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: My Twitter is locked for some reason. So if I'm not active, that's why.
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