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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2021 11:56:04 GMT -6
May 5th, 2021
Shieldmaiden Compound
New Orleans, LA
20:19
OFF-Camera
As the sun sets in New Orleans, the Compound is starting to shut down its operations for the day. A Church meeting has just finished, and a tiny blonde is walking along the path out to an unmarked building. Shattered decoys laid in a pile along the side of the building, the smell of freshly spent bullets hangs in the air at the nearby range. As the blonde walks into the armory, she sees a woman bent over trying to get something from under a desk. The blonde smirks and chuckles to herself.
Krigare: You know they make bad porno out of moments like this, right?
The bent woman’s head collides with the underside of the desk as she comes out, her long multi-colored tresses falling to each side of her face, as she rubs her head. As she turns around to face the voice behind her, her stern look turns to smiles and outright jubilation.
Burnout: EAVAN! You’re back?
Eavan, field name Krigare, pops her kutte and smirks back, before extending her arms as Burnout comes to her. Burnout could barely contain her excitement as she practically bounces in Krigare’s arms.
Krigare: They treated you alright while I was gone?
Burnout: Bruiser took over for you, and she’s…
Krigare chuckles and nods, knowing full-well Burnout, a mere Prospect, wants to speak out but knows she couldn’t.
Krigare: Bruiser is intense, but she means well. If she didn’t care about you Prospects, she wouldn’t devote time to you. You know you can speak freely with me, I’m back. Bruiser gave me the rundown on you. You want to tell me what happened last week?
Burnout lowers her head, trying to hide her face in her hair. Krigare reaches out and lifts Burnout’s chin back up.
Burnout: Me and a couple of other Prospects were being trained by Bruiser at the range. My pistol was getting jammed constantly. That 38 with the bad spring we fixed twice. I lost my patience first with the pistol, and then with Bruiser when she scolded me for having a faulty weapon.
Krigare pulls out a piece of paper from an inside pocket and opens it.
Krigare: “April 30, 2021, while training Prospect Layne, I reprimanded her for using faulty equipment. Her response was, and I quote, ‘I wish Krigare was here because she wouldn’t treat me like you do’. As Krigare has returned to mentor Prospect Layne, she has assured me she will take appropriate actions.” I might have paraphrased that a bit and omitted the liberal use of the word shite.
Burnout sighs and locks her fingers behind her head, as Krigare cocks an eyebrow while looking up at her.
Krigare: I will admit, Bruiser had some choice words about you, but as you are under my watch, it falls on me. Tonight, I am going to let you stew on things, but first thing tomorrow, you will apologize to Bruiser for your outburst. Second, I have to put you on suspension. As it’s your first strike, it will be for 7 days, and I have no control over what the other Maidens will have you do. Tough it out for the week, and you can come back to the armory. Are we clear?
Burnout slowly nods.
Burnout: We are. Sorry I let you down, Krigare.
Krigare hugs her again, as she can see Burnout trying to hold back tears.
Krigare: I know you are, I see it and feel it in you. Shit happens, but with actions come consequences, and it’s learning from those consequences that will make you a better person, and a better Maiden. I know you’re doing well, Bru even told me about you nailing that buck decoy at the 450 mark. I’m proud of you, you’re becoming a hell of a shot.
Burnout smiles, and remembering that day, her pride returns to her.
Burnout: You should have seen it. It was in three-quarter cover, and caught it just below the crown.
Krigare: I’ll see it. Your next lesson with me is on Saturday. I want to make sure you’re consistent. It’s one thing to get it once, it’s another to get it often. Come on, I’ll help you close up and then we’ll get a drink at the Bras.
As they lock up the firearms, the two are catching up on time missed.
Burnout: Can I ask you something? I know a lot of you are wrestlers. What’s it like going into a new company?
Krigare: In some ways, it’s pretty normal. They hire you because they’ve seen your work elsewhere, or sometimes they take a chance on you sight unseen. However, walking into a new locker room feels like being a Prospect again. An outsider looking in, people weighing you to see your worth. You have to prove yourself. To the locker room, to the fans, to management. If you don’t fit, you’ll get shuffled out. It’s a humbling experience, I’ll admit.
Burnout: How do you overcome that?
Krigare: You put in the work. You prove yourself night in and night out, and eventually people take notice. Folks on the roster want to work with you because they can draw money with you. I fight a bunch of different styles, and I’ve been thrown or willingly dived out some stupid shit that I’m easy to work out… athletically speaking. On a microphone or filming promotional stuff, I can get downright annoying and bitchy, they can’t help but notice me. And that’s the point of it. I can’t be the good guy, it’s not in me. I have more fun being the bad guy and making people want to kick my ass.
Burnout nods to herself, trying to process it all. As they leave the armory and put the padlock on the door, Burnout looks at Krigare as she shakes her head.
Burnout: So you’re crazy.
Krigare outright laughs, and smacks Burnout on the back, pushing her ahead of Krigare as they head to their bikes.
Krigare: In that business, it doesn’t hurt to be. Actually, it’s kind of an advantage. Let’s go, you can use the drink.
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May 9th, 2021
Hushåll Zdunich
New Orleans, LA
02:37
ON-Camera
The scene opens up in a dark room, save for the occasional light from a clicking and lit Zippo lighter, the brief light showing the soles of a pair of size six biker boots, crossed over on a desk. Through the occasional flashes of light, we can also see the face of Eavan “Krigare” Maloney wearing a red bandana and her motorcycle kutte, a sneer upon her face. Eavan lights an oil lamp and places it on the desk before her as she swings her feet off the desk.
“Mile High Wrestling. A pleasure at last. I have stood in your ring only once before when I followed my Shieldmaiden sisters in as they went to war, but sadly didn’t get the chance to get my hands dirty myself. That is… until now.
You see, here we are, approaching the third anniversary of the company, ThrowDown returning to the airwaves. Returning to the masses, and as you’ve seen, many of the Shieldmaidens have returned. Some are even appearing for the first time. And my debut match is in a spot that I have earned over years of being in this business. Years of acquiring championships and notoriety wherever I went. Standing across from seemingly impossible odds, only to be standing over the remnants in victory. I get asked a lot what makes me tick. I tell them I am a product of my environment.
I wasn’t supposed to be the child who’d succeed in wrestling. They said I was too small, and that I would hurt myself. My parents, bless them, supported me in everything I did and everyone I was with to an extent, but even they would say ‘Eavan, it’s dangerous’. Thing is, all I ever knew in life was wrestling. I was somebody who cheered the bad guys because they were so colorful. They had the personalities, the ability to capture the fans’ imaginations. Whether it was the Rowdys of the world, the Loose Cannons, guys who brought snakes to the ring to psych their opponents out, I soaked all of that in. When my brothers wrestled in our little backyard ring, and I would be the referee until one day I got hit and sent out of the ring, effectively taking my first bump at the age of nine, I soaked it all in. The business, the spectacle of it, consumed me. When I broke into the indies, lying to get on cards by saying I wrestled elsewhere, earning those callouses by hitting the mats and ropes, I soaked it all in. When I started building my own… character for lack of a better term, and I would emulate things that grabbed my attention, and started to make them my own, I soaked it all in. Coming into the UWE in 2017 and winning the world title within literal weeks? That proved to me that I wasn’t too small. With every place I wrestled thereafter, I came in with a bigger and bigger chip on my shoulder, a higher and higher confidence, and I would win more and more titles along the way because I AM as good as I know I am.
I have stood up for injustices against me all my career because I learned early on. The ONLY person who will go to bat for me IS me. Every change of looks, every change of attitude, every bit of my Eav-olution, gave me that much more confidence. Gave me that much louder a voice. And now I get people bigger than I saying I don’t belong. That the way I conduct myself isn’t to THEIR satisfaction. Problem is, I’ve been on this earth for damn near thirty years, and rarely if ever have I lived or conducted myself for another person’s satisfaction. My family, all of my families, know who I am and respect me as such. The naysayers of the world can drop to their knees and kiss my ass.
I have earned every bit of respect the name Krigare demands, and come ThrowDown, I will prove that again, this time to the Mile High Universe. To do that, though, I must go through three other women in a four way elimination match. Four women start, one is left standing.”
Eavan leans forward, her face hovering close over the lamp, the dancing light from the fire illuminating her face, her blue eyes practically glowing from the reflection.
“Allow me the time to break down my opponents, and I will start with the one who I feel, outside of myself, could win this match, and that is you, War Queen. I’ve seen your work, and I’m impressed. I’ve caught some of your matches over in EWC, watched you tear up the Brawl brand. Even my sisters Titaness and Bandit have said nice things about you over time… oh wait, you’re not Matsuda. You’re the OTHER one. I swear the two of you look identical, it’s uncanny. You’re the one who probably already has a bad taste in her mouth after coming up on the losing end of the Riot Squad vs Galleus Mag match recently. And yes, breaking the fourth wall here, I’m aware of the irony of me using that name, moving on, yeah? I’ll admit, you were like twenty-fourth on the list of people I would have liked to fight on NFW’s other show, but hooray for me, here you are. However, I did say besides me, I think you can win this, but let’s be honest here. Look at who we’re in the ring with. And trust me, I’ll get to the two of you on MY time. It wasn’t so much a compliment as a lack of viable options.
Yeah yeah, I know. Eavan, you have to put over your opponents because if they beat you, you’re the one who looks like an idiot for losing to them. Guys, if all of a sudden, I changed the way I conduct myself in this industry, I’ve obviously had one too many concussions and have even forgotten my own name. I don’t put over anyone I don’t want to. Deal with it.”
Eavan shrugs her shoulders, lifting her arms in defiance as she cocks her head, practically daring somebody to say or do something about it.
“But you can’t deal. All the haters, all the other wrestlers who call me every name under the sun and put themselves over as being better personally than me, you can’t deal. Whenever I’m at a show, and I have a microphone in my hand, ratings skyrocket because you are all hanging on my every word. You don’t follow me on social media, but yet you’ll seek me out to see what I’ve tweeted. I drop a podcast, and you are all over them. Hell, I’d bet some of you even went out of your way to watch this promo even though you don’t wrestle for Mile High JUST to see if I made any subtle jabs at you. Let me just say this. If you think I did, I probably did. And you won’t like it, and you’ll subtweet about me, blah blah fucking blah. Do me and society a favor, delete your account, toss your phone in the nearest body of water, tie a couple of cinder blocks to your feet and go dive in after it. There, NOW you’re offended.
You guys don’t get it, do you? I’m in this business to provoke, to get under your skin. And you all fall for it every single time. You immediately get defensive. Listen, after I put the microphone down, after I send that tweet, after I turn cameras like these off after I record my promos, none of you fucking matter anymore. I say my piece in the moment and then it’s gone. The fact YOU are affected, offended, what have you? That’s on YOU, NOT me.
Stephanie Sullivan, opponent number two, and if I was a betting girl, I’d predict that you would be the first of us to be eliminated. I’d put Azzy ahead of you, but not by much, and let’s break things down as to why. Your big claim to fame is being friends with Crystal Hilton. Really? You do know her name is pretty much mud in this business right? That her only saving grace is that her wife has the patience of a saint? Don’t get me wrong, I buried my issues with Crystal months ago, but we are far from friends, and even farther from family. I could defend her, but it’s best she deals with the consequences of her actions and hopefully she learns from that. I know you’re not her, Stephanie, but do you see how being in her camp reflects on you? I’ve already dismissed you. You don’t, and won’t, matter. Not in this match, not in any match, and all simply because of who you associate with. It’s a shame, you might have had potential.”
Eavan shakes her head, looks down at an index card she had on her desk, and throws it aside. She then rolls her eyes and rubs her temples, as if the thought alone of the next person is inducing a migraine.
“Last but not least, and the one everyone says will be the next Ultimate Champion, Azurine Vebbins. Now, I get it. She’s been around awhile, she’s done well for herself in her career despite her handicaps, but the mere thought everyone’s talking about this woman when her first match back in Mile High has ME in it? Pretty fucking disrespectful. I’m kinda used to it, though. People blow me off like I’m just kinda there, until I beat their favorites and they wake up and realize well shit, we have something here. So Bobby, I’m going to let this slight slide just this once but mark my words, if this shit happens again, I will kick in the door of your office and hang you by your necktie until you come around and put some respect on my damn name,
Now, allow me to re-focus here on the love child of Florence Henderson and Porky Pig. If you don’t get the reference, look it up. It would be so easy to mock the way you look, the way you walk, the way you carry yourself. We all see it, even if most people you call your friends don’t say anything about it, publicly or not. It would be easy to mock the fact you’ve had more wives than Larry King. How you seem to have a Day for everything, reading your Twitter page gives me a fucking aneurysm. It’s embarrassing, it’s annoying, but it’s enough to want to beat your skull in with one of your cast iron frying pans repeatedly. It would be VERY easy to nitpick you in those ways, but I am going to hold myself to a higher standard. I’m going to focus on you professionally, and the way people talk about you, you’re a strong opponent. A former champion here in Mile High. You’ve earned everything you’ve received, and you’ve done it in your own way. I just can’t stand you.
And yet, I can respect you… to a degree. See, I have a reputation for annoying people, something I have cultivated over YEARS. And yet, you wake up in the morning and just BREATHE annoyance just for how you are, and I don’t even think you even realize it. So fuck you. Then again, considering you’re named after a European cockroach? I guess your gimmick works. Wait, can I SAY gimmick? Fuck it, I said it. Moving on. Happy Fuck Your Opponent Up Day, folk.”
Eavan leans back in her chair and puts her feet back on her desk, a smug look on her face.
“When I decided to come to Mile High, after hearing of its history, and listening to Zombie talking relentlessly about you all, I was excited. When my sisters all reached out and said they’re going back, I was excited. When I learned I was going to be in the main event of the first show back, I was excited… but there’s something missing. See, I had somebody I was going to target, and the Boy couldn’t be arsed to return. Probably got it in his head that he had beaten everyone in the company and had nothing left to prove. Except, you have one more challenge waiting for you if you can grow a set and step up, Skrabz. Yeah, Boy, I’m calling YOU out. Bring your rhymes, bring your posse, bring your Depends diapers because you are going to need them. If I’m going to become the Ultimate Champion, I don’t want that Sword of Damacles hanging over my head as to whether I could have taken the title from you. I know damn well I could have. What you have to ask YOURSELF? Is whether you could have kept it from ME.
Denver, Hell is empty, and the Shieldmaidens are back.”
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Post by leah on May 14, 2021 11:28:46 GMT -6
The War Queen sat at her basement bar swirling a glass of Pappy Van Winkle 23 year as the lone ice cube chilled her drink. As she raised the glass to take a sip, she looked across the room to the television to show she was watching Episode 30 of Throwdown. It was her last night in Mile High Wrestling as she defended her Hardcore Title in a fatal four way match against Ripley, Alistair Frost and Ace Starr. Leah sat her drink back down on the bar running her finger around the brim of the glass.
Leah Aguero: The more things change, the more they stay the same.
On the screen, we see the remaining moments of the match. Leah is wobbling back to her feet and Ripley is slowly getting to all fours. Leah hits him with The Endgame!!! The screen pauses just as Leah connects with her boot right across Ripley’s face.
Leah Aguero: The very last night of Mile High Wrestling’s Season Two featured the War Queen in not one but two separate matches: a fatal four way match to defend MY Hardcore Title and the other being a tag team match as Emily Falls and I challenged for the straps. Now Mile High Wrestling has entered its third season and the hype seems to be greater than ever. Why wouldn’t it be? MHW is where I cut my teeth in the business. I had already been around the circuit. Universal Wrestling Federation, Elysium Pro, more than a couple of hack promotions but none I called home until I arrived in Mile High. I grew here to become more than just Leah Aguero. I grew here to be more than just a War Queen moniker. I grew to embody the sheer meaning of that appellation. If you go back and watch my matches from Season Two, they were downright savage.
Leah momentarily pauses to take another sip of Pappy before setting the glass back down with a clink on the granite top.
Leah Aguero: Like I said the more things change the more they stay the same. We look around at Mile High’s resurgence and my partner, Emily Falls, has transitioned into a referee. I’m happy for her. She hadn’t always found the success she aimed for in the business but her love of the sport knew no bounds. I can’t wait to see her backstage again.
Again, the War Queen Leah Aguero takes another drink of Pappy, this time a slightly larger gulp.
Leah Aguero: I can’t say the same about my other Coven mates. Alastair Frost, Gabriel Ohio, I know they both have gone their own routes in this business. Double Team Ihari keep in touch from time to time but they’re only stateside once a month or so. Jansen… well, anyone who has followed me knows Jansen Myrrh and I kept that sisterhood alive and went on to try and replicate the success we had here in MHW. I, naturally, became a champion in another federation while Jansen had her chances but, in true Myrrh fashion, came up short. Sorry, Jansen. I still love you.
The War Queen smirks as she reaches for her glass and finishes off her drink. Leah takes the time to pour herself another drink before continuing.
Leah Aguero: In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been referencing this whole the more things change the more they stay the same sort of motif and what would Mile High Wrestling be without all nine thousand six hundred and forty two members of the Shieldmaidens signing up. I’d almost say it jokingly but the reality of things is it’s no joking matter. Those that paid attention to season two of MHW know there is a bit of animosity between the Shieldmaidens and myself. I mean, who could blame them. The Shieldmaidens ran Mile High Wrestling. They were the face of the company. It could be their talent. It could have been the fact that they made up half the roster. Regardless, Coven came in and shook the Shieldmaidens to their very core. Never before did those Maidens show weakness but we exposed the chink in their armor. Battle after battle the Coven dominated them the only way we could. Fast forward to the present, Shieldmaidens are present and Coven is not.
As the War Queen takes another drink she raises her eyebrows.
Leah Aguero: I’ve already heard some of the rumblings going on backstage. Leah’s the only one left from Coven. Who’s going to step up to challenge the Shieldmaidens from just walking up in MHW and taking back over? Well, I don’t need a stable behind me. I don’t need numbers to stop the Shieldmaidens. I only need me. Some would think after the wars I had against the Shieldmaidens tensions would boil down to a bit of respect. I’m here to keep things one hundred. I don’t respect the Shieldmaidens. I didn’t respect them back when they were ready to throw a patch on my back. I didn’t respect them when I was running through Maidens and taking the Hardcore Title and I sure as fuck don’t respect them now. They live in their own world and I’m about to show them that Mile High Wrestling is not their world.
Leah looks back up at the paused screen and the shot of her boot against Ripley’s face.
Leah Aguero: This Sunday is an event no one saw coming. Mile High Wrestling was dead and buried. The MHW Hardcore Title, MY Hardcore Title was effectively retired. Then Robert Mack made the announcement. MHW was back. Same history with a fresh start. Do you know what that means? That Hardcore Title that I busted my ass for was just going to be stripped from me? What kind of fuckery is that? Oh, but you’ll “make it up to me” by putting me in the main event. You’ll put me in a fatal four way elimination match. You’ll still make me jump through hoops and maybe… just maybe you’ll consider me for an Ultimate Title match. Well, I’ve got news for all of you. Robert Mack, you’re not doing me a favor putting me in the main event. You’re not just freshening up the show. You’re putting me in my rightful position. You know just as well as I and every single fan that ever stepped foot inside the Magness Arena that I belong in that main event. I belong in that Ultimate Title match on May 30th at ThrowDown Rise. You want to be impressed and be persuaded into who belongs in that title match? I don’t need to impress you. All I need to do is take exactly what I want and what I want is to be given what I deserve.
The War Queen takes a giant swig of her drink and gulps it down.
Leah Aguero: This Sunday you’re going to sit there and put me in a fatal four way elimination match against Azurine Vebbins, Eavan Maloney and Stephanie Sullivan. You might be giving these three some sort of charity by putting them in the main event but I’m finally getting what I deserve after everything I gave this company in Season Two. I mean, come on. Azurine Vebbins? That’s who you put in your main event? For what reason? Loyalty? She’s had one moment in which she got a shocking win over the illustrious Skrabz. Other than that, she got delegated to the lower card and spent the last show winning a lower card title like the AMMO title. Yeah, that really earns you a spot in the main event.
Leah shakes her head disapprovingly.
Leah Aguero: Azurine Vebbins, you have a spot on the card. Believe me, you do. You’ve certainly earned it. You’ve worked hard for your spot. You’re a company woman. You do whatever you’re told to do and you make it your own; even if it involves separating red M&Ms for Ricky Stanton and making the network happy. Your spot, however, is not in the main event. You can sell your merchandise and make the fans happy curtain jerking in the opening match. That’s your spot. Two years ago, I believed you to be more. I saw your name all over the place. I followed you to Elysium. I came to Mile High Wrestling initially because I saw you were here as well. I thought you were more but then I realized your peak was already met. I’ve taken your Elysium Triad Title in the past. I’ve teamed with your ex-wife as ONI and I’ve come to know why she peaced out. Azurine, I’ve come to know you more than you think. You’re not just the silly little girl with the ridiculous accent. You’ve got your spot but this Sunday I’m going to show just why the main event is not it. My boot will send you all the way back down the card to where you truly belong.
The War Queen just stares at the camera as she reaches for another drink.
Leah Aguero: Then there’s the new girls to Mile High. Eaven “Krigare” Maloney. Yet another Shieldmaiden. Weren’t you the one with a podcast before or some sort of interview show? I vaguely remember but then again there’s so many Shieldmaidens I can’t really tell you all apart.
Leah smirks as she takes another sip.
Leah Aguero: See what I did there? The fact that all you Shieldmaidens are just carbon copy regurgitations of each other is just low hanging fruit. You want to try to stand out by being the “funny” one comparing me to Stephanie Matsuda. The OTHER one right? Let me put it to you straight. There is no proverbial fourth wall that you’re breaking. Steph is Cuzzo, Bitch. We bleed the same blood. Your remarks about us sharing the same War Queen moniker simply shows that you lack research into just who the fuck I am. The fact that you think I’m all butt hurt because me and my trainee lost to Gallus Mag just a bit ago just put you in the same mindset as those other Maidens. You all think you can control the narrative. I’ve taken out Bruiser in the past. I’ve tamed the Psycho before. I’m back in Mile High Wrestling and I’m here to take what I deserve and I’m going to do so BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY. You want to seem like you got the inside knowledge but instead you’re just showing that the bleach you put in your hair is leaking into your skull. You want to find out just who The War Queen Leah Aguero is? We’ll do just that this Sunday. I’ll throw your tiny ass around like a rag doll. You don’t know who you’re fucking dealing with. Go ahead and think I’m just second fiddle to Cuz. Assume I’m the lesser War Queen. Know your history and you’ll come to know just where that name came from.
The War Queen winks at the camera before finishing her second glass.
Leah Aguero: That only leaves you “Simply Scandalous” Stephanie Sullivan. I’ll be honest with you. I don’t know much about you at all. It could be the fact that I’m two Pappys deep or it could be that I just don’t care. Krigare seems to know a bit about you. Something about Christina Hilton or Zdunich which I think is Krigare’s government name or something along those lines. Don’t know. Don’t care. It all just seems kinda convoluted and I might not be in the right mentality right now to try and process all that. Let me do one better and simply introduce myself to you. My name is The War Queen Leah Aguero. No, not that War Queen but we are kin.
Leah winks at the camera.
Leah Aguero: There’s been a bit of a shake up since Mile High was previously around. No Skrabz. No Jansen Myrrh. Basically, the main event of the last PPV of Season Two ain’t coming back. That main event should have had me in it. I was the rightful next challenger to the Ultimate Champion and, if I was put in that position instead of Myrrh, I would have gotten the job done. There would be no talk about how “Oh My God! Skrabz isn’t returning. We’re guaranteed a new Ultimate Champion.” No, instead, just like the punk bitch that Robert Mack is, he would have to put me in this Ultimate Championship match as I would have been the final champion of the season. No, instead, I’m stripped of my Hardcore Title, forced into a fatal four way elimination match and have to “prove” myself worthy of being in that match. Miss Sullivan, if you even feel for a moment that anyone other than The War Queen is walking out of that match with their arms raised then you’re better off kissing Tyler on the forehead and letting him know Mommy’s going away for a while. You’ll find out real soon that I ain’t somebody to mess with and when I enter that ring, things get downright savage. When I say by any means necessary I mean BY...ANY...MEANS...NECESSARY.
Another smirk comes across the War Queen’s face as she turns back to the television and the scene fades to black.
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Post by azurinevebbins on May 16, 2021 1:29:19 GMT -6
National Mimosa Day
Our fiercely focused firebrand clinks her champagne flute to a streaming screen. “Da Hardheaded Housewife” Azurine Vebbins’ genuinely giddy gabbing about her romanticized return to Mile High Wrestling. She innocently imbibes before properly promoting what will transpire on Sunday, May 16th.
Azurine Vebbins: “I’ll be your ghost, your game, your stadium / I’ll be your fifty-dousand clappin’ like one.” Some might recognize dose as second verse lyrics from OneRepublic’s “Love Runs Out.” Personally, dey’re a motivatin’ mantra memorializin’ Magness Arena. Since Season 2 wrapped last February, it became a hallowed haunt. Even as an abandoned apiary, beguilin’ buzz still swarmed da sacred space. Maybe Mister Mack heard similar holistic, honey-honed hailin’s? Did curin’ current contagion cause him to consider capturin’ chanters’ coffers once more? While such sentiments are equally plausible, an accurate assertion might involve slayin’ da spectre of what could’ve been. In dat simpatico spirit, I shan’t be spooked by sordid speculation.
To accomplish dis admirable aim, I rejoined MHW and metaphorically slipped back into my home team jersey. Perhaps dat’s why “Da Hardheaded Housewife’s” battin’ cleanup against Eavan “Krigare” Maloney, “Da War Queen” Leah Aguero, and “Simply Scandalous” Stephanie Sullivan. One dresses down as a Shieldmaiden. Anoder tribalistically tailors demself in tangential Triad tin-ge. My additional adversary decks herself out in different Old English D’s.
From concession stands to selected seatin’ and all points in between, I alone field favor amongst dis grapplin’ group’s faid-ful. Unlike dose visitin’ vestiges of vainglory, “Da Damsel in Dat Dress” was, is, and will be humbled you hy-pod-e-size I can become da next MHW Ultimate Champion. Claim irrational inclination when I swin’ at whatever dese pitches toss towards me. B-flat honest, “Da Vivacious Variable’s” gonna strike, ball, tip foul, line drive, pop fly, and kiss ‘em goodbye. If anyone’s scorin’ a homer or connectin’ wid a grand slam, it’d better be da babe fine, fanned-out folk ballyhoo.
Indeed, I’ll passionately play my part to da happiest hilt. My role revolves ‘round bein’ da unpredictable under-bleep. I ultimately upheave unwarranted umbrage unleashed by uber-heels. Plus, dis contest’s more compellin’ when chaotic coefficients such as Maloney, Aguero, and Sullivan conspire in concert. Given my main event merengue’s a four-way flamenco, dat’s smart strategy for ensurin’ pernicious yet effortless process of elimination. However, based on deyr enigmatically enlarged egos, I believe Eavan and Leah eschewin’ assistance from one anoder. Conversely, Stephanie and myself know when to shake our sass, shush our tush, and convene on courtin’ calculated coordination. Dat’s why I’m sippin’ dis mimosa now so I’m not superplexed by backstabbin’ sobriety on show day. Reminds me I should brin’ earplugs. At full capacity, Magness Arena’s acoustics should sound magically amplified.
More dan any-din’ else dat’s what I intend to capture at Episode Dirty-One: magical moments. If you criss-cross-reference Skrabal “Skrabz” Stanzas and myself on DrowDown main event marquees, den Mile High historians would mention Episode 22. Admittedly, he’s not returnin’, but pinnin’ Skrabz in his prime automatically makes me main event material. Dat rumba resonates so much on my résumé, it places me in da discussion of what defines dis bourgeonin’ brand. My rivals view Magness Arena as a derivative destination not word bein’ regarded. “Da Adorkable Angel,” meanwhile, perceives da lavish location of dis Sunday’s showdown as a privileged pilgrimage to her miraculous mecca. Of course my nemeses shall naturally try nullifyin’ dat nuanced notion. Audience applause-wise, here’s how I figure each will streaker flash in da pan out.
While tremendously tenacious, Stephanie Sullivan should switch her rin’ name to “‘Scantily Scandalous.” A couple chanters could chime colloquial cherry pop cheers since it’ll be your first time flailin’. We may even make out murmurs of da cherished, ceased-to-be company we mutually mamboed for. Apart from dat and dree drunken ditzes croakin’ karaoke to Mis-Teeq, your voyeur volume vacuums itself. I respect your resolve...even if you got a crock pot’s chance of shushin’ my tush.
As for who I believe earns da envy as second consolation elimination? Even or odd money leans on da talented torso of da Shieldmaidens totem pole: Eavan “Swedish Warrior” Maloney. She’s folded from familiar feudin’ fabric, a significant stitch of deyr syndicate, and patched in perpetuity wid perennial pummelin’ peers like Bullet, Zombie, Bandit, and Bruiser. She receives sufficient shine from Denver denizens delvin’ deeper on account Hell has vacancies. What edges Eavan over Stephanie is her extensive encyclopedia of engrossin’, entertainin’ exhibitions. Personally, I respect Maloney’s moxie. Professionally, her epilogue entails bein’ sprawled out on a super-sized security detail disc.
Den deyr’s da lady I limbo last: “Lore Lean” Leah Aguero. Her troupe outmaneuvered mine elsewhere in an organized onslaught. I won’t deny damage dealt durin’ critical career progression. I just recollect bein’ ran roughshod by her hulkin’ hubby Jay Aguero and stronger sister Q way more dan her in dat isolated incident. Sullivan and Maloney share a blessed benefit. Bein’ our initial interlude, neider intentionally incurs intense infliction. Da same cordial courtesy cannot be extended to Leah. She suggests validatin’ victory “by any means necessary.” In all actuality, Aguero was da as acute angle of her Triad. She’s da orneriest member of ONI, which includes my explosive ex-wife F.M. Young. “Da War Queen” also clung to craven Coven cretins and habitually hustles hardcore. Instead of “By Any Means Necessary,” Aguero oughta say “By ALLY Means Necessary.” Dat’s da detail which drives her narrative. Besides, such subtle shift in her statement makes Leah come across as less of a “Booed Out Of Buildin’.”
Finally, wheder you’re actively attendin’ or virtually viewin’ dis Sunday, I’d absolutely appreciate synchronized clappin’. Helps blend every-din’ to-ged-er a la orange juice and champagne. Should you choose to celebrate National Mimosa Day, please imbibe responsibly.
Endearin’-ly earned confidence cheers, chanters!
Vebbins finishes her flute as the streaming transmission cuts out soon after.
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Post by stephanie on May 16, 2021 4:49:51 GMT -6
Los Angeles, California Sullivan Household It’s a beautiful day in Southern California as we are taken to what looks like a barbeque. Stephanie Sullivan is really playing the role of a good mother as she could be seen cooking some things on a huge grill. She is flipping some burgers and it isn’t doesn’t take long before her 17 year old son Tyler walks over with a smile on his face. He grabs his mom and pulls her in for a passionate hug as he gazes into her eyes. “Mom are the burgers done yet?!” Stephanie giggles as she quickly shakes her head before she holds the spatula firmly and looks as if she is going to hit him with it. “Tyler you know you keep asking that same question over and over, and the answer will always be the same. The burgers will be ready when they are ready. Just have a little patience. Why don’t you go for a swim or something and in no time ALL of the food will be done.” “Fine!!! I just feel so bored though and there’s nothing to do!” Stephanie just shakes her head as she sighs in return. “Don’t say any of that Tyler… You got family over. Why don’t you go enjoy your sister’s company?! It’s not really that often that you get to see her especially with the busy schedule that she has for herself. Just go mingle with family or do something productive things will be ready in a bit…” With that Tyler walks away and Stephanie goes back to cooking. Everything seems to be going well until a blue haired vixen walks in Stephanie’s direction. That woman happens to be Stephanie’s best friend. A woman she personally calls her sister Crystal Zdunich better known to the entire wrestling world as Crystal Hilton. Crystal smiles as she turns her attention over to Tyler who walks away before slowly gazing back at her friend Stephanie. “Wow Stephanie Tyler is really getting big isn’t he?! It’s crazy to see him getting so tall. He must get it from his father because you certainly aren’t the tallest person in the room…” Stephanie opens her eyes in amazement as she slowly glances over at Stephanie and just giggles in response. She turns her attention over to Crystal and can’t help but smile. “He is growing up so fast. I honestly can’t believe another Mother’s Day has come and gone. It’s crazy to even think about it. I remember the days before we were both mothers…” Crystal chuckles in return as she looks at Tyler interacting with her own daughter Brittany in the pool before she looks back over to Stephanie. “I remember before you stab me in the back and you didn’t have an affair with my husband when I was away in wrestling school. It’s insane that our children share the same father…” Stephanie laughs before she quickly shakes her head in return. “Don’t tell me you are still going to hold a grudge over that. That was 17 years ago and what else was I supposed to do?! You left me in charge of babysitting Brittany while you were off in Mexico. I never really expected Todd to check on her as much as he did and…” Crystal quickly shakes her head as she smiles in return. “Relax… That all happened years ago and sometimes I just like to burst your bubble! I guess I did deserve for somebody to do that to m considering how much I have hurt people over the years. It’s only right in the long run. It’s insane how many spouses I have gone through and how many hearts I have broken with my ways. I really found a good one though. Seleana is amazing and I don’t know what I would do without her in my life?!” Stephanie giggles in return. “She’s the best thing to happen in your life point blank… Well maybe except for us befriending in high school and staying in each other’s life throughout these years. We been through affairs, we been through wrestling rivalries but throughout everything you have remained as my best friend. You know if stuff goes down I will have your back right?! We have a bond that goes deeper than siblings…” Crystal rolls her eyes. “How could I ever forget, you constantly have to remind me all the time. I just really wish that my children would have gotten some height. It’s insane how tall your son is getting and my children just seem like they won’t go any further than what they are at… It’s not fair!!!” Stephanie grins as she rolls her eyes. “Hey sometimes life isn’t fair but we just deal with it right?!” Crystal nods her head with a grin. “True… Fair point… Although let’s talk about more important stuff… I can’t believe you signed up for a new company and didn’t even tell me about it!” “Oh you mean MHW… I decided to try something new especially with WWR folding like I did. I wanted a chance to expand my horizons and it seemed like the perfect place to do so…” Crystal nods her head with a smirk. “I can tell… You have only been there for a cup of coffee and already you are being promoted in their main event!” Stephanie quickly chimes in. “I am honestly surprised… It’s not only that but they are making me to be a big deal. I even have some merchandise available in their online store. It is insane how much they are investing in me but I feel after wrestling for as long as I have I deserve this moment… Don’t tell me you are jealous I didn’t invite you?!” Crystal shrugs her shoulders. “Well to be fair I am jealous a little bit… You could have told me about it or even your sister Allison. We could have all joined and been the Motor City Maidens. It would be fun and I know things would really be fun.” Stephanie quickly shrugs her shoulders. “As fun as that might sound the reality is you are already overworking in being in way too many companies. Second I rather not have to be in your shadows. I love you and Allison both but sometimes it is hard to stand out when people always want to push you to the moon. They see the name Crystal Hilton and immediately you become a rising star. I struggle to break ground and I just don’t want to be looked at in a team role. I want to stand out on my own. I want to create my own identity and personally I wish to become a World Champion… It is very hard to do with you there…” Stephanie laughs in return. “By all means YOU could join and I won’t stop you but it won’t be as my partner. Some stuff I just need to do on my own…” Crystal nods her head. “I understand and I respect you for that… If you ever need me though just say the word and you know I will be right there. You know we would take over and we would beat anybody who got in our way… It’s just what we do…” Stephanie smirks. “I know and that’s why I consider us sisters. Are connection is deeper than that of blood but trust in me that I will be able to hold my own. I deserve this much and I just want you to have faith in me…” Crystal hugs Stephanie. “Oh I do… You know I do… Just be careful and do what you do best…” Stephanie smiles wider than before. “Oh I plan too and you know I plan to shake my ass while making people tap out as well… Anyway…. WHO WANTS A BURGER?!” She smiles turning her attention back to the grill. She watched as her son quickly ran to the grill followed by Crystal’s daughter Brittany. It felt great to be back in wrestling and she knew that this was only the beginning… Wow…
I have to be completely honest with all of you. I never imagined myself signing up for a wrestling company like I did. I don’t know what led me to signing up with Mile High wrestling and being part of something great. I know there are people out there who can say it was an amazing company and had two amazing seasons but to be quite honest that just wasn’t me. I guess what stood out is the fact that my best friend Crystal Zdunich or whatever name you wish to know her by wasn’t part of this company. Sometimes I usually join companies that she has been a part of and when I come in it becomes a hard act to follow.
I can name so many companies where that has been the case and immediately I am looked upon as a woman who will never get out of the undercard. I will always be in a random tag team match and won’t have a chance to achieve anything beyond that of some lower tier title. Mile High however really didn’t seem so thirsty about trying to poach people or steal away various wrestlers.
The vibe was just friendly and I just knew deep down in my soul that this was the place that I not only wanted to be at but it felt like the place that I NEEDED to be at. It is a place overwhelming with so many opportunities and I knew it the moment I signed the dotted line on the contract. I mean how could I possibly complain about ANY of the treatment that I am getting?!
I already have merchandise!
I am already being marketed
And on top of that in my debut for this company I am already placed right smack dab in the middle of a main event. It just doesn’t get any better than this right?! Since this company has been over welcoming I figure I can do my part by truly filling into the shoes of the star they want me to become. I will not only make them proud but I will make myself proud because I am not going to take this opportunity for granted. I won’t let it go to waste.
Not only will I walk into this match living up to the hype that has been established but I promise to make an impact and it will be one that won’t ever be forgotten. This is my chance to really dictate what path my career goes down and I promise to everybody that I won’t be a disappointment.
I have a son that looks up to me, and it has been hard busting my ass for the seventeen years of my life being that single mother. I need to show him that through hard work and dedication you can get far in life. That is why I have to go all out and in this fatal four way match I have to show that I am the best woman inside of the ring. I know things will get tough though. I know there are three other women who want this as much as I do. They are hungry for this moment and will stop at nothing to be better than everybody else, but I just need to push a little further. I just need to showcase that I need it more.
If I show that attitude and that desire I know my spot at being at the top of the card will be secured and I will have many more main events in my future.
Nobody said this would be a walk in the park with the names that I have to step into the ring with. I mean we are talking about Leah, Azurine, and of course Eavan. Each are very difficult in their own way but let’s start with the first woman I named.
Leah seems to be that of a major problem. She is a woman who has already made an impact here. She is definitely a badass and has shown that by being a former Hardcore Champion. I know she plans to regain her status as being one of the top wrestlers in this company. She plans to make an impact and she doesn’t care what she has to do in order to prove her point.
The reality however is believe it or not. I have that same mentality. I know it might be overwhelming to see a woman with the name War Queen and instantly be a little shaken up. She no regards to anything. She is willing to do whatever it takes to prove her point and I can get behind that. However what she needs to understand is that I am in a position where I will be looking to stand out by doing anything.
I have been in the shadows of my best friend for far too long and I am hungry to stand out. You have no idea what I have been through in my career and believe it or not a hardcore championship was the first championship I had ever won in my career. I have that same drive, and that same hunger that I had when I first decided to wrestle. I plan to carry that with me into that ring and I will do whatever it takes to showcase I want to be here.
You can bring that intensity and that fire but honestly I doubt you will be able to outlast what I bring to the table. I am a survivor who has been through everything which includes an abusive ex-husband. I survived though and I know I will survive in this elimination match!
Leah isn’t the only threat because there is also Azurine in this match. You want to talk about a woman who is full of hype, it’s definitely this woman. I recently read a poll where the world thinks she should be Ultimate Champion.
That is honestly a good thing because it means you have the backing of people. It also means that people think you are going to accomplish something big. You also were already a champion here holding the Ammo Championship so you could pick up where you left off.
I know you have a lot of hype to you and you definitely reinforce that constantly on Twitter by saying how ready you always are, and how you will mingle with the best of them. Honestly I can’t help but be a fan but sometimes you just can’t always believe the hype because sometimes people can be mistaken. People can always choose what they like but what if there’s an unknown that you really didn’t know about?!
That unknown happens to be better and it takes everybody by surprise?! Believe it or not I know I am that person and I will showcase it when I step in that ring. Just wait for what I plan to do because after I shock the world which would mean ruining yours. I think people might have a different assumption of who might be Ultimate Champion.
I am officially putting my name into the mix and definitely will be one that they should look out for.
Last but certainly not least that brings me to Eavan Maloney and it’s definitely a name I have heard so much in wrestling. You have no idea how much my best friend Crystal has called me and bitched about you throughout the past two years. She says you have been tough on her, and how she hates you. Months later how things seemingly gotten better and you have given her a chance! To be honest it is very hard to keep up with this point but one thing I appreciate is that you had your sister’s back, and I am talking about her wife Seleana. You will defend your sister in law to the very end because that’s the type of connection you have with that family.
I am in the same boat and I would do anything for Crystal. However I will say I personally appreciate what you have done for her because she definitely has needed her share of wakeup calls. I don’t mind what you put her through because sometimes tough love is the best type of love.
As a competitor you are very top notch. I have seen you dominate competition in every company you have competed at. You have been top champions in places and it baffles me because you aren’t even five feet but you never once let size be a handicap.
I don’t know how you do it but you keep pushing…
I guess I should expect it though because one of my other best friends is Kate Steele and she isn’t the tallest person in the world and I see what she has accomplished. I guess being a petite bad ass is the new wave in wrestling and you definitely deserve your respect Eavan.
However I plan to personally earn my respect from you and the other two in this match by surviving and walking out with a win. That is definitely the sure fire way to prove I BELONG…
I know it’s hard to come to a new place and immediately expect people to respect you… It doesn’t scare me though. I am willing to prove my point. I am willing to show a sense of belonging and by the end of the night not only will I have beaten the three of you but I will personally showcase to the world Stephanie Sullivan is for real.
I will have some fun along the way too… I will be shaking my ass for the crowd, there will be dancing, but most importantly there will be some tapping, and I think the three of you will have that covered.
Time to showcase why I am a great entertainer, a great wrestler, and definitely a future champion…
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