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Post by Admin on May 5, 2021 15:13:02 GMT -6
 Tyke Index vs Alex "Bullet" CarbajalRoleplay Limit: ONERoleplay Deadline: Sunday, May 16, 2021 @ 6AM Central |
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2021 5:19:49 GMT -6
PRE LUDE – ANYTIME BETWEEN JANUARY 2020 AND MAY 2021 – WHO EVEN KNOWS ANYMORE – TYKE INDEX’ HOUSE – I THINK IT IS MY HOUSE ANYWAY, I’VE BEEN HERE A WHILE.
I closed the door, collapsed on the bed and shut my eyes.
It was over, everything was finished. I never really understood what I was standing for anymore, so instead of standing I was just going to lie down. Lying down seemed the best thing to do, best for everyone, best for me, best for, well, life.
Months had passed; a full year and a half to be exact. I can’t say I checked my phone much; instead I was desperate to detach, desperate to throw that life in the bin. I was so over it, man.
So goddamn over it, so ready begin something new, something fresh.
Then it rang, it was Robert Mack.
I promised myself that when this phone call eventually arrived I would hit the red button, I would ignore the call, I would take myself out the equation; I was no longer needed for the greater good, irrelevant. No matter how much the calling was a call that, deep down, I wanted to receive, this time, forever, I would choose to ignore it.
Mile High Wrestling was a thing again. It was a living breathing thing with vessels and organs. Blood was running deep; it was a vibrant red collaborating with the deeper reaching of my soul. I couldn’t believe it, yet my poker face and voice would not allow Mr. Mack to deliver a simple ‘told you so’.
See, Mack did tell me so, he told me loud and clearly. I remember his words like reverent vowels in the most serene verses of a bible.
‘We’ll be back. When we are, no matter what you are doing or how much you hate me. Make sure you answer that call.’
Robert Mack was like cocaine on the top of my nostrils, I swear I hated that son of a bitch yet the apple fell so close to the cart, so much so that I knew I related to that bastard more than anyone else in life. Mack kept me coming back for more. I was addicted and he knew that.
Before I knew it, that motherfucker had signed me up to a new Mai Hai Wrasslin deal. I was going to be around as long as Mai Hai was going to be around.
We’re calling it Season Three. In reality, though, it’s really my encore, my third or fourth encore to be exact. I was starting to feel like James Hetfield at the end of a Metallica set. I had played all the hits, some I’d even played twice. Yet, there I stood at the tip of my toes ready to give the people that one last taste that would send them home happy.
I answered the call and now I was truly set to answer the call.
History means nothing; the present means everything, as for the future?
Don’t even get me started on that son a’ bitch.
CURRENT DAY – 13/5/2021 or thereabouts… - Somewhere in Denver, Colorado(guess where, go on. I dare you.)
So I arrived here an hour ago, last time I was here I remember a fair few things. One of them was getting my head almost dispatched by a very angry Zombie. I swear at night I still see a size 894948724 boot rattling against my skull like it was a soccer ball on a hockey rink. To think I was supposed to be the one taking folk to Coke Mountain, very often when it came to that damn Wendy character, it was me climbing peaks and very often there would be no return.
Less about the past, though, like I said. I’m sick of past tense, sick of old names, sick of me, sick of what I used to stand for. That’s why I was lying down these days, I was going to take it from everyone; I was going to take it like a rotten whore. I would take it until there was nothing more to take.
Then.
God, ‘then’ sounds such a weird word when you say it aloud sometimes.
Anyway, the point in all this bravado; is that, at some point I would stand up and be counted again.
My testosterone would eventually clatter about the dormant of my cold blooded soul so much that at some point I would stand up and make a stand. Well, that is what the doctor said anyway, Mr. Mack.
I was very willing to make a stand.
I was very, VERY willing. Super willing we’ll call it.
I looked at the sheet hanging loosely on a white board in the Mai Hai Arena. I could see my name in big bold sans serif hand writing.
ALEX ‘BULLET’ CARBAJAL VS. TYKE INDEX
Get me outta here!
If Wendy dispatched my head, then Alex firmly planted it in the nosebleeds.
Shieldmaidens had been a constant haunt for my entire inception within Mai Hai. It was like that cold dreary and contemptible dive bar that you would always visit. The service would be shit, the drinks barely chilled and the atmosphere less than desirable. Yet, for some reason, you would always find yourself sat firmly down in a chair three sizes too small for your fat arse hoping to meet someone with some good chat.
I would never find good chat in this bar, though. Only a bunch of females and males who despised me, coming to think of it, I don’t even have pronouns in Shieldmaidens town. I’m barely an ‘IT’ here. I’m barely on the map, barely a blip on their radar, barely even here. Yet, still.
Those fuckers remembered Tyke Index.
Well, at least Robi Jean does, whatever she does these days. Ps. I hope you read the washing instructions on the lovely spandex I provided you with all those moons ago properly. Don’t you dare tell me my face has faded off the rear end.
I WON’T BE HAPPY.
Yet, I had no faith. No faith in most things these days. I would go to bed late, sleep in and repeat the process. My life had become a bit of a shambles. Apart from the fact I hadn’t touched drugs in the longest time. I was tee total. I think that’s what the kids call it these days anyway, tee total? Straight edge? He/Him. I was a he/him keyboard warrior, one weekend I even received 12947 likes denouncing a bunch of weirdoes who tried to purchase a dildo using Bitcoin. One destined for all things big, yet nothing at all.
Don’t you dare call me an enigma, that shit is so 2019.
Bullet had been so busy the past year and a bit. All the Shieldmaidens had, her especially though. I guess it just went with the territory of being leader. I remember the days when Alex would summon her team to an emergency meeting, playing the self-deprecating leader, Alex’ cognitive approach would be spot on.
Yet, at the end of it all, only one loser would ever emerge.
She/Her. Alex.
See, there are only so many times you can put family before yourself. Only so many times you can hide in the darkness embracing the light for those around you. Eventually the lights begin to switch off. One by one by one by one, ALL those lights which once embraced you become bored. Those lights, they become numb. After a while even you become bored with those stale damp squib lights.
I’m still lying down, Alex.
Are you, Alex?
Tell me. Tell me everything. Bare your frustration, bare your angst, bare everything. Alex, bare your soul.
Come to the light.
I’ll be lying here if you need me.
Lying in this fixated platoon of life itself, pretending everything is okay.
Yet, nothing is okay.
Nothing is fine, nothing is…
Kooshdy.
I rose from my chair and walked around a little. I had missed the Magness Arena something awful. I had missed its surroundings, its smell. I had missed its vulnerabilities, each and every one of them. I had missed it all.
In the past I had been tossed out of this arena. I had bled in this arena. Fuck, I had slept in this arena.
Some of my very best and my very worst moments had come in this arena.
Lots of those moments had more witnesses than I care to remember. As I started to walk around ringside I looked at rows which had at some point or another would have seen my triumphs and my failures flashpoint.
There had always been eyes, two of those belonged to Alex. As I took a seat at the announcing table and looked at the ring as it was being built up, the production boards taking shape for the first time in over a year. I couldn’t help but feel a warm tingling sense of nostalgia drip down from my forehead all the way down my spinal cord, eventually touching my toes. I could feel the rush, my god, I could feel everything. Suddenly I realized why I was here. Why I answered Robert Mack, why THAT phone call was one I always had to take. It was never an option, not really, not realistically.
A few of the production staff nodded politely at me, but I could tell what they were thinking. It was the exact same thing they were thinking last time they seen my face.
‘What’s that weirdo doing here?’
See, despite having played a huge part in Mai Hai and being a prevalent figure within both its previous seasons. I’m not convinced I ever, nor will I ever, be properly acknowledged by those within the company. In a lot of ways Tyke Index had become this cult like mythical figure, occasionally even bordering as a personality to be mocked. I was mocked for being different, mocked for the way I walked, the way I talked, the way my clothes touched my body. Everything was different about me and the one person I always expected to understand that was Alex.
Alex never did, though. It took many trips to Coke Mountain and for her and her group of hells angels to damn near kill me numerous times for her to even say my name with its full syllable and symbolic presence. I was constantly dismissed as ‘oh, Tyke’.
‘What will we do with Tyke?’
It was like I had become this little brother figure that it was easier to dismiss, because the moment I was ever acknowledged was to show awareness of how dangerous I could truly be. Over my career I had beaten some of the biggest names and I had been beaten off some of the biggest names, not one match or rivalry was I ever out of place or outmatched. There was never a single scenario that I never truly believed that I would be outfoxed or out boxed.
Season Three was going to be my time. Season Three was going to be the Tyke Index show, this time I would make everyone acknowledge me. At episode 31, Alex was going to say my name. She was going to scream it over and over again, begging for mercy as I take her ass on a trip to Coke Mountain that she nor I will never ever forget.
I rolled into the ring and lay down facing the ceiling. I envisioned a planetarium high above my head, with the stars dancing across the ceiling. Interloping lights and sounds becoming at one with the pulse of my beating heart and as I clenched my fists, I could feel it. I could feel it all starting up again. Those engines were roaring; the headlights had been switched on.
This time it was real, this time there was going to be hell to pay. If it wasn’t clear before then it was bathed in clarity now. Tyke Index had unfinished business in Mai Hai. Tyke Index had unfinished business with the Shieldmaidens. Tyke Index had unfinished business with…
Alex.
Oh, it was going to be so sweet.
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Post by Bullet on May 15, 2021 23:28:36 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Thursday, May 13, 2021
Church Room
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
9:15 AM CDT
This was going to be a great day!
After a month of great things from the returns of Eavan “Krigare” Maloney and Sam “Titaness” Hamilton to the fold, now another was asking to be added to the family.
Shieldmaidens President Alex “Bullet” Carbajal sits at the head of the table in the Church Room nodding to her full table. Down the right, sits Vice Preisdent Angelique “Angel” LeRoux, Treasurer Jocelyn “Tibs” Thibault, Road Captain Becca “Bruiser” Maguire, Fianna “Fetch” Kenyon, a monitor displaying Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton, an Empty Chair for the late Aerynn “Chaos” Maguire, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire-knox, Katrina “Hairicin” Knox, Sylvia “Silk” Pietras, Gabriela “Taza” Carbajal and Kara “Killer” Carter. Down the left sit Sergeant-At-Arms Essentia “Sangre” Carbajal, Secretary Leonie “Queenie” Laveau, Tanya “Crash” Christensen,
Danya “Burn” Christensen, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, Wendy “Zombie” Pellegrini, Eavan “Krigare” Maloney, Kerry “King” Romero and Carmen “Turbo” Leija.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So let us bring this meeting to order. I hear there is a motion to be heard for the whole table?
Bandit nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Shadow and Snow wish to transfer charters, Shadow to come here permanently and Snow to go to Mount Diablo.
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Is there a second, not named Silk?
A snicker goes around the table as Silk shrugs playfully. Sangre raises a hand.
Essentia "Sangre" Carbajal: I have spoken with Mount Diablo and they will abide by our decision. I second the motion.
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: All those in favor of allowing Kimi “Shadow” Kojima to transfer from Mount Diablo to New Orleans and to allow the prospect, Johnnie “Snow” Brown to transfer to Mount Diablo in return?
One by one, they go around the table. After the final “aye,” Bullet rapped the gavel.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: The ayes have it. Jack?
Bandit nods, stands and heads to the door. A few seconds later, she returns with Shadow following behind her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Welcome to our charter, please take your seat, Shadow.
Shadow smiles and sits down at the end next to Turbo. Bullet looks around and can’t help but smile at the sight before her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I almost hate to break up the party before we even start but a request has been made of us. Gata has asked us on behalf of a mother that came into her clinic yesterday to help look for her daughter. The poor girl is sixteen but apparently can pass for slightly older and has very good fake identification that says she is old enough to buy alcohol. Her name is Rachel Tikkanen.
Photos are passed around the table and heads shake all around in sad disgust.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Do we think something untoward happened?
Before any answer can happen, Banshee grunts indignantly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Eef? What is it?
Banshee shrugs.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire She looks like the two who did not show for their fights this week.
King looks a second time and then nods.
Kerry "King" Romero: She does, though both of them are four years older than her.
Bullet frowns.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Who were they?
King shrugs.
Kerry "King" Romero: A couple of regulars, both twenty-three. Josie Kocur and Annie Graves. We’ve made some good money on them, I was disappointed to see them not show up.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Have they ever done that before?
King shakes her head.
Kerry "King" Romero: They were always early.
Bullet sits back in her chair.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I am not liking the sounds of this.
Bandit raises a hand.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: We had a dancer no show last night too. Tammy ws freaking out because she thought she’d fucked up. The girl’s name is Cassidy Lowe, she’s twenty-two.
Bullet looks to Crash and Burn.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Have we had any luck tracking the other snatch team?
Crash nods and pulls her phone out, Burn doing the same.
Tanya "Crash" Christensen: I know where the van they use has been for the last seventy-two hours…
Danya "Burn" Christensen: And I know where it is right now…
Crash shakes her head.
Tanya "Crash" Christensen: This is not good, they’ve been near all of those spots…
Danya "Burn" Christensen: They’re over by what’s supposed to be a vacant lot right now. I got a camera at the corner, shit…
Tanya "Crash" Christensen: That’s a building there that shouldn’t be there.
Danya "Burn" Christensen: It’s a mobile home, like a construction trailer…
Bullet purses her lips.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We need somebody to ride over and see if anyone is with that van…
She pulls her own phone out and quickly dials a number.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Spec? Do you have anyone on a parts run right now? Can you have them check an address as a drive-by, just to see if a van is there and if there look to be people in the trailer? Crash’ll send it to you now.
She nods and Crash sends the message.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Get it? Bueno, have them look and tell you as soon as possible. Gracias, Spec.
She ends the call and shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I really hope we are jumping to wrong conclusions.
Bandit and King nod as they try dialing numbers quickly. Bandit’s call ends first.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Damn… nothing, not even voicemail.
The others shake their heads as King’s second call attempt ends.
Kerry "King" Romero: Got “voicemail is full” on both of them…
Bullet nods and looks around the room.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: If we get this call, I am almost afraid of what we will find.
Nods come from all directions as Bullet’s phone erupts. She nods and answers it.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿A la orden?
She pauses and nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Ahora? ¡Qué chimba! Can you and 3-D get the van and meet us over there?
She nods and ends the call.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Crash, Burn, get to your command center. We will need you. Angel, King, Shadow, Silk, Queenie, Tibs, Turbo, get the prospects and get ready to be the back-up in case we need it. Sam, we’ll call you to fill you in after. Fi, Zombie, Harry, Banshee, Psycho, you’re with Bruiser on the back door. Taza, KC, Jack, Eav, Essie, you’re with me. We are the front door.
She nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Buena caza!
Everyone else nods and scrambles to do their part.
***Fifteen minutes later***
Bullet and her group pull up a block away, park their bikes and dismount.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Now we hope we are wrong.
Taza, KIller, Bandit, Sangre and Krigare all nod in unison to their president. Bullet leads them up the street and around the corner. They find the van in question sitting a few feet from the trailer on the vacant lot, lights on in the trailer. As they start to move in, Bullet raises her hand to slow them down. The front door opens and two men step outside and walk down the steps.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: That’s the Marisnick Brothers…
Killer cocks her head.
Kara "Killer" Carter: What are they doing?
Essentia "Sangre" Carbajal: Bumping…
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Pelotas…
As the Maidens watch on, Shawn Marisnick shakes his head.
Shawn Marisnick: We really gotta come out does this, what the fuck?
Jonathan just looks at his brother like he’s stupid.
Jonathan Marisnick: You know Sammy ain’t want us doin’ that in front of the girls. He’s afraid we’ll mix and match the shit with them or try to break one in ourselves.
Shawn crosses his arms.
Shawn Marisnick: We’ve brought him how many and we still can’t have a little taste even with six in the box and another four we could grab tomorrow..
Jonathan shrugs.
Jonathan Marisnick: Sammy got his reasons, Man.
Shawn shrugs.
Shawn Marisnick: Ain’t mean it ain’t bullshit! Silver Dollar Sammy gets his and what do we get? He barely gives us our fuckin’ yay anymore!
As Jonathan tries to think of a retort, the two are suddenly surrounded by bikers with guns. Bullet, Taza, KIller, Bandit, Sangre, Krigare along with Khary “Spectre” Kenyon, Todd “Dammit” Warren, Davis “Doomsday” Delacio and Donnie “Devastator” Samuelsson all stare the two men down. Bullet nods and Doomsday and Devastator smash both brothers in the back of the head with their guns. The two brothers are scooped up and carried to their own van where Dammit quickly ties them up. Dammit slides out and nods to the van.
TDW: I got this, go on! [/font]
Bullet and the others nod and then head up to the door, Bullet throws the door open to find six girls lying around in various stages of being intoxicated. As the others come in behind her, a man looks up from the hallway and then turns and runs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa!
She starts to chase only to hear a door slam. Two seconds later, a voice meets her ears.
BBM: Where you think you’re fuckin’ goin’? [/font]
Bullet smirks and makes her way quickly to what she finds is a back door. She looks out to see Bruiser holding one man down at gunpoint while Psycho and Banshee hold a second one, Fetch holding a gun on that one as well. Zombie and Hairicin both look around nervously as Bullet emerges on the doorstep.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We have the other two out front. Take these two to Dammit and we can start working on the girls in here.
Bruiser nods and Bullet heads back inside the trailer.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Como estan?
Sangre stands up from the third one.
Essentia "Sangre" Carbajal: They’ve all been drugged. I do not know how badly but they likely need Gata.
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Can we fit them all in the second van?
Spectre takes in the scene and then nods.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: Yeah. It won’t be comfy for ‘em, but we can do it.
Bullet nods affirmatively.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Call Gata, tell her we are bringing her troubles and find out where she wishes them. We need the trash taken to the warehouse.
Everyone starts moving as Bullet heads to the door, shaking her head at what she’s seen.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Malparidos…
On-Camera
Friday, May 14, 2021
Warehouse Gym
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
5:01 PM CST
The camera opens on Alex “Bullet” Carbajal walking through the door to the gym in her usual ensemble of black tactical boots, black tactical pants, black Megadeth “Sweating Bullets” t-shirt, black fingerless gloves, her Shieldmaidens kutte and dark sunglasses with her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She slides the glasses off and tosses them onto a table nearby.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: “Say my name…”
Her eyes narrow in confusion.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I know you have identity crisis sometimes but this is going to a whole new level. Say your name?
She looks around as if there should be a camera hiding somewhere. After a quick search, she turns back to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Is this a new joke you make to try and play “gotcha?”
Her head cocks slowly to the right as she looks incredulously into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Did you up the dosage on coke mountain or try and stop dead cold turkey and start hallucinating? Or…
Bullet’s head moves back to its original upright posture.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Did moving to Brooklyn just make you turn hipster?
She pauses and then nods acknowledgement.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I mean, you already had the bullshit dismissive attitude and open drug use so you should have fit right in with them.
Rolling her eyes, Bullet looks away in disgust momentarily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Getting people to say your name has never been a problem, Tyke. Getting people to say it with any kind of respect or reverence sometimes has but that usually came after you had done something to earn some ridicule and disdain so…
Frowning, Bullet offers an upended palm to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: When you walked into this company, you came in with a reputation as a hardcore badass wrestler. That reputation was both repudiated and reinforced in equal amounts but you also made sure that no matter how many times you won, no one would ever say your name the way you really wanted them to because of how you spoke to the female members of the roster.
She raises a hand to stop his response in its tracks.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: There is no way around that, Tyke, you did it and you did it repeatedly.
She starts to nod, her hand spinning halfway to choose between acceptance and dismissal.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Now, you could blame it on the drugs but that’s just a copout and you know it. That was not the drugs talking, that was you living out the phrase in vino veritas. You were speaking your truth and you did not really care at the time if there were consequences. You always seemed to think you could take whatever consequences there were and turn them on their head…
Both hands pop up, palms up.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But did you?
She shrugs as if the answer is obvious.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You didn’t get the attention and respect you wanted before and now you’ve given yourself a moniker to try and make people forget what you used to be and cover the fact that nobody knows who ro what you are likely to be when you show up.
Her left hand falls away while her hand starts to wag its index finger towards the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Oh we all know you will be Tyke Index but who the fuck is Tyke Index now? Is he the bad ass motherfucker who was supposed to come in and rule ass on everyone the way Skrabz did?
She shrugs in mock confusion.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Is he the coked out ashole that no woman would ever give the time of day to because he was too busy being full of himself to give a shit for what she wanted or felt?
Again, she shrugs in mock confusion.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Is he a gentle-souled poet who was really misunderstood and now should be given both the benefit of the doubt and the respect he was denied before?
The mock confusion melts away.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I know who Tyke Index should be.
Anger moves in to take the confusion’s place.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Tyke Index should be the highest rated competitor returning to Mile High Wrestling. Tyke Index should be the name on everybody’s lips, wondering what he will do next and who he will fight next. Tyke Index should be the odds-on favorite to replace Skrabz as the man on top of the mountain. Tyke Index should be the one everyone thinks is foregone conclusion is going to take the world championship however it is presented and show it off as the most meaningful prize in the sport today and the fact that you are none of those things should make you and everyone else fucking sick!
She points into the camera accusingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You are one of the most talented people to ever come down the pike and get into that ring, Tyke. It should have been you that dethrone Skrabz! It should have been you that could walk through the halls of wherever ths company was based and prance about without pants because you were that damn good! We should be talking about your epic battles the way things become worthy of folklore, legend and operas. You and Forge, you and Skrabz, you and Zombie, you and everyone else you ever faced, it should be worthy of fucking song and its not because you wouldn’t let it be!
She points even more emphatically.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You wasted so much energy on whatever you call how you talked to us, so much energy on climbing coke mountain, so much energy on whatever bullshit facade you had to keep up so no one would see the real warrior behind it that you made damn sure when it was all over, no one cared to sing of your praises, no one cared to sing of your glories, no one cared to sing of your great victories because no one cared to sing at all when it came to you!
Shaking her head in disgust, Bullet turns, walks back to the door and spits out into the parking lot as if she just attested something disgustingly horrible.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Say your name…
She whirls, hatred raging in her eyes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I already said your fucking name, Tyke. I’ve said it many times and I doubt this will be the last time and I’ve always said it with a certain degree of venom on it because that is what it deserved and what it has earned!
She walks back into the room, glaring through the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Fuck your name, Tyke, because when this fight is over, I will have either smashed it into pieces or made you die trying to get out of the mire you put it in yourself!
Looking like she needs to spit again, Bullet turns and walks out the door as the camera fades to black.
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