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Post by Admin on May 30, 2018 15:51:13 GMT -6
Tag Team Match Ripley and "The Party Guy" Chris Mosh vs The Shieldmaidens (Ophelia "Widow" Blaque & Alex "Bullet" Carbajal) Roleplay Limit: 2 Roleplay Deadline: Wednesday, June 6, 2018 @ 2AM Central Time
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cmosh
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Post by cmosh on Jun 4, 2018 21:15:00 GMT -6
*Chris Mosh is swimming around in a pool, he gets out of the pool reaches for his towel to dry off then lays down on a lawn chair to tan a little as he looks over to the cameras*
Mosh: I get tan naturally, I don’t do those tan bathing places, plus I live in Vegas, where it is hot 340 days of the year, for you that need that match that means it is only cold for 25 days.
*Chris laughs a little*
ok now on to real stuff. Now this week I go on to fight two members of the iron maidens…
*Someone off to the side of the camera said that is a band and that Chris is actually fighting the Shieldmaidens*
Oh yeah that’s right, sorry the Shieldmaidens but I’m not by myself this week, I actually have a partner I can rely on. The person who I fought the first night in the federation, the first ever five star match here, my good friend Ripley. Now believe it or not
*Chris smirks a little*
Sorry pun not intended, but me and Ripley on each have one win here, the other thing is we each only been pinned once, even though I do have one extra lost then Ripley because of my last tag match, but that is in the past and this match is in the future, now me and Ripley can work well together I mean look at our match and how well that was. Now the Shieldmaidens do have an advantage on Ripley and me because they are friends and have been a tag team for a while where this is me and Ripley’s first time teaming up, but this is not our first tag match either we have been wrestling for years and have tag with other people before in other promotions, so Maidens if you think you have this because we are both single competitors think wrong.
*Chris sits up in the lawn chair, picks up a water bottle sitting next to him, opens it and takes a drink from it*
Now enough about the ladies and Ripley and on to another person, now Mr. and Mrs. Mack I told you before I don’t mind paying the fine for beating the bloody hell out of commentator Wavy Crockett, but I do see that we have a Pay-Per-View coming up and why pay a fine when I can do it in a match on the first biggest event in Mile High Wrestling ever, plus I think everyone would like love me betting the hell out of him, even his partner on commentary Ray Hudson, so Mr. Crockett the ball is in your court now, do you man up and except or maybe I beg for the Mack’s to make the match because you are just a pussy.
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Post by Bullet on Jun 5, 2018 20:20:58 GMT -6
Church nights were always a mixed bag. No matter how they started, the meetings always hinged on how other meetings had gone. If those meetings had gone well, this one would resemble a sort of formal invocation of that before a party to celebrate that success. If it had gone poorly, it meant this would be more like a board meeting for a flailing corporation desperate to fight the ship while it rocked, teetering on the edge of falling into the ocean from a great height.
That kind of danger was half the excitement that always kept the sisterhood together. Deep down, every Shieldmaiden loved that danger, some of them more explicitly than others, sure, but they all did. As she walks through the door of the Clubhouse and starts her way down the hallway to the back room, Shieldmaidens Vice President Alex “Bullet” Carbajal glances at her phone, checking her messages to see if anything had gone south again after she’d seen to them. The trip to Asheville that had lasted the previous four days had gone well all around and she was hoping beyond hope that Murphy’s Law did not come back to bite her in the ass for feeling that way. As she takes another couple of steps, she nods, pleased to see no bombs in her messages.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Ale?
At the sound of the voice of her longtime best friend and now, for the last few months, lover, Shieldmaidens Prospect Jackie “Bandit” Layton, Bullet looks up.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jack?
Bandit nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Mouse messaged about…
Bullet can’t help but smile, nodding before Bandit can even finish the statement. Mouse was a young woman they’d gone to see as one of their meetings in Asheville and the main reason they had spent the last two days there.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We’ve gone public? I know, I saw.
Bandit nods, looking somewhat taken aback.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Are we sure this was a good idea?
Bullet smiles and hugs her girlfriend.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jack, we’ve always been a bit…
She pauses,
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Malparido extraño…
Bandit nods, agreeing on some level with Bullet’s assessment.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I know, but…
Bullet frowns, her eyes narrowing with concern. If Bandit agreed that they’d always been strange in their relationship even before they’d added romance, then what was going on here?
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Do you not like Mouse?
Bandit’s hands raise up, ball into fists and then fire back down in utter frustration.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You know why!
Bullet nods, taking the sight in. Knowing how the name of their ex-girlfriend would go over if given breath at full volume, Bullet lowers her voice to a bare whisper.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Eavan…
Bandit nods, biting her bottom lip. Bullet reaches over and places both hands on the blonde woman’s shoulders.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It’s ok, Jack. We’ve just admitted we’re dating her, not that we are going to move in and get married to her. We have not overcommitted. We can slow down, speed up or anything else whenever we wish. Do you understand?
Bandit manages a nod, a small smile starting to form on her face. Bullet manages to smile as well.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Sí? ¿Entiendes?
Bandit nods and Bullet kisses her lovingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We will be ok.
Bandit nods again and Bullet nods to the bar.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Go check in on your mother and we’ll speak again after Church.
Bandit nods and does as she’s told. Bullet exhales heavily and then turns to the door she had been walking towards previously. Walking inside the room, she takes in the sight of the heavy oak table with the Shieldmaidens patch carved into it and nods, running her hand along it as she goes. As usual, she was the first one to the table and it still took her breath away to see it like this. There were ten chairs surrounded the table, though there was room for a couple of more if they patched in a couple of prospects. She walks to the right side of the table and takes the last one before the end, the immediate right hand of the head of the table.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa! Leaning back in her seat, she watches happily as the others started flooding in, each wearing their Shieldmaidens cutte with full colors. This would be the only place all of them would be able to wear it since the President, RJ, was still on parole and was legally barred from wearing her colors in public. Technically, she should not be consorting with any of them but since most of them had day jobs that were connected to either her or her husband, Forge, all they had to do was tell anyone who asked they were talking business and she would be fine. RJ strides in and takes her seat at the head of the table, gaveling in the meeting.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: First order of business? Bullet, you wanted to say something?
Bullet looks around the table and nods to herself. Immediately across from her sat the Sergeant-At-Arms of the club, Ophelia “Widow” Blaque-Donnely. The two of them would have their first regular tag team match in Mile High Wrestling in only twenty-four hours and Widow looked ready to go. Sitting next to her and ready to take notes was the club Secretary, a slightly older light black woman named Queenie. Next to her was the club Road Captain, the Lzzy Hale look-alike, Lyric, and just passed her were the bleached blonde twins, Tanya and Danya Christensen, aka, Crash & Burn, the club IT personnel. Up Bullet’s side of the table were recent full patch recipient Fianna Donnelly, and then two black women, Angelique, a former rival president turned close ally to RJ in the room via a patchover with that other MC, and the club Treasurer, Jocelyn “Tibs” Thibault.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I wish to thank all of you for being here to hear this. It warms my heart to see a full table tonight. Thank you all for your help with Mamá Shannon. I’ve never seen her so touched as when you all took the time to call in when we needed you.
The entire table nods in unison.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: She’s family and we always take care of family.
Bullet nods and the table all claps, a few cheering in agreement to this sentiment.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: How’s the treasury looking?
Tibs glances quickly to her notes.
Jocelyn "Tibs" Thibault: Dues are all paid up. Everyone’s current. We have no real outstanding debts thanks to the contribution this weekend. We have a couple of debts owed us but extenuating circumstances mean they are not overdue until next week.
RJ nods.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: You make sure to let Widow know if there’s a problem.
Tibs nods in response and RJ smiles.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: If there’s nothing else?
She looks around the table and gets nothing but blank stares and negative answers. Just what she was looking for.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: That brings us to the last order of business tonight…
She reaches down, retrieving something from a bag.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: I believe we have a prospect being presented for a vote.
Bullet’s eyes go wide as RJ nods, the rest of the table all breaking into wide smiles.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: All in favor of Jacqueline Layton being made full patch?
All ten hand go up without hesitation. RJ nods and gavels the decision in.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: Motion carries.
Bullet nods to the door.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Fi, please invite her to join us?
Fianna stands up and goes to the door. A second later, Bandit walks in looking exceptionally nervous. RJ smiles to her.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: Take that damn thing off!
Bandit’s eyes go wide in shock and horror. Bullet stands up and nods to her. Bandit slips her cutte off and walks it to the table shaking.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You can put it back on when you’re done sewing your patch on it.
RJ shows her the patch and the room explodes in cheers as Bandit stands there thunderstruck. A few minutes later, all eleven members walk out into the room, Bandit’s cutte reflecting her new status as a full patch. Bullet walks out behind them all and watches them fan out into the main room of the clubhouse as the drinking starts in celebration.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Did you know?
Bullet smiles and then hugs her girlfriend.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, she didn’t tell me it would happen tonight. Didn’t really have a chance after the weekend. I did get to thank them all for helping Mamá Shannon.
Bandit smiles at the mention of her mother.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: She says, “Hi,” by the way. Got permission to let you call her if you want.
Bullet takes her phone out and then nods before hugging Bandit again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Te amo, Jack!
Bandit hugs her back.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I love you too, Ale.
Stepping back, Bullet starts scanning her phone and comes across a notification.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This should be good, Chris Mosh…
She stops short as his promo plays for her. Bullet stares at her phone and shakes her head in stunned and somewhat disgusted disbelief.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa!
Bandit stares at her in shock and then watches the video as well. Bullet taps Bandit’s phone and the blonde woman steps back, firing up her camera. Bullet watches the video one more time to make sure she’s not been hallucinating. As it finishes, she shakes her head emphatically all over again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa!
Looking up, she stares into the camera as if it’s just said something incredibly stupid to her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Iron Maidens? We are not a famous tribute band!
She looks away again, seemingly searching for something to say in response.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No…
Wagging her finger at nothing in particular, she turns back to the camera and glares harshly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Carechimba! ¿Está jincho?
She nods as if the answer has come back exactly as she expected it to.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Are you too drunk to pay attention or is this your natural state of being?
She nods to her phone, showing the still frame of him still standing there from his promo.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Was that supposed to be funny? Trying to belittle us like that by getting our name wrong? Talking like a güevón, is that the new cool? “Look at me, I’m so cool because I’m a supposedly sweet idiot even though I have no idea what I am speaking of!”
Looking down to the floor for a second, Bullet shakes her head again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I do not know what your game is, Mister Mosh, but I can tell you if you came to one of our parties, be it in Vegas, or anywhere else, Widow would likely punch you on principle for being that stupid!
She looks back up into the camera and glares harshly again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It is only hot in Las Vegas five months out of the year! It is actually cool four months out of the year and somewhere between the other three months, but I am assuming that was another attempt at humor that I simply misinterpreted, yes?
She nods as if she’s already heard the answer.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Again, I ask… ¿Está jincho?
Shrugging, her eyes and hands all begging an answer to the question to appear from somewhere.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I hope your partner, Ripley, is smarter than this because if he is equally as dim, Widow and I are going to go through you two like you did not even bother to show up.
Exasperated beyond belief, she throws her head back and looks to the ceiling.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Por favor, Dios en el Cielo, dime que no son solo un par de jinchos…
She crosses herself and then looks into the cameras.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I am not a fan of drunks, Mister Mosh and if you and Mister Ripley cannot offer us anything but drunken frat boy humor…
She points her hand at the camera in the shape of a gun.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Dios es una bala!
Her hand drops and she nods pointedly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡El infierno está vacío y las Maidens están aquí!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2018 22:16:47 GMT -6
††† Parental and NSFW Advisory ††† ††† Scenes will contain Violence of a graphic nature, Foul Language and Adult Content. ††† ††† You've been warned. †††
2013
“This is Widow.”
There was a small pause as she listened to the person speaking on the other end of the phone.
“I’d like to make a dinner reservation for six.”
She stopped to listen once more. She looked over at the woman who was sitting on the couch. A small frown formed as she looked to one of her oldest, and dearest, friends. She hung up the phone and walked over to sit on the coffee table in front of the woman.
“You did right by calling me. The Maidens and I will take care of you and Rachelle. Everything will be ok. You’ll have to have to change your identity. Your entire life.”
The blonde woman looked up at her. Her face was still stained with droplets of blood.
“I… I didn’t…. I didn’t know who else to call.”
The blonde woman looked around the room at the dead bodies that lay around her house. She looked back to Ophelia. Tears streaming down her face.
“Oh.. Lia, I’m so… sorry. I didn’t mean to bring this into your home. I.. I didn’t know where else to go.”
Lia. Also known as Widow, or by her actual name, Ophelia. The blonde was the only one who ever got away with calling her anything but Ophelia or Widow. She had put a call into some contacts she had to help come clean up the scene. Once that phone call was placed, she called Robi.
The third phone call she placed was to an old friend.
“Hey, It’s Widow.”
Small pause.
“Yeah, I thought I was, too. Listen, I need a room. Long term. And a change of sheets.”
She listened and nodded every so often.
“Yeah, I know. I have it. Don’t worry about that. A room for two adults and one child.”
She began to pace back and forth as she talked on the phone.
“Listen, I know, ok? I get it. But this is important. Call it… a personal favor.”
She stopped pacing.
“I said I know. Just.. get it done, please?”
Small pause. And a movement of relaxation.
“Thank you.”
She hung up the phone and looked to her friend.
“Everything is set. You’ll get your new papers within a few days. And yes, that includes the three of you. I’ve got a car waiting outside to take you to where you’re need to go. You’ll be given a whole new identity. New names. New birth dates. The works.”
She stopped and looked to the blonde.
“I understand. And Lia.. Thanks again. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”
Widow waved it off and wrinkled her nose slightly.
“Just… Do as they say. You’ll be staying at The Hotel for about six months. Maybe longer. Depends on how long it’ll take to get the guys who did this. I mean, what kind of maniac puts a hit out on a child? An infant!!??”
The blonde looked down at her hands.
“It was him. I never thought he’d agree to the MC’s demands of blood for me leaving. They are ruthless. And they don’t like it when people who knows, even the slightest, anything about who, and what, they are. And what they do.”
Widow had tried to warn her when she found out who the blonde was involved with. But, Widow wasn’t one to do the whole, ‘I told you so.’ thing. She walked back over to where the blonde was and knelt down in front of her. Looking her in the eyes.
“It’s going to be ok. I promise.”
And the blonde nodded. Her fear abating a little.
2018
They were all sitting in the parlor. Widow was currently working on a back piece when the door’s bell rung.
“Be with you in just a moment! Have a seat!”
She called out to whomever came in.
“No worries. I’ll wait.”
Came the all too familiar voice that each and every member of The Shieldmaidens knew. Widow frowned and looked to her client.
“Give me just a moment.”
And her client nodded. Widow stood up and walked out to the reception area. With her suspicions being true, she scowled at the man.
“What do you want?”
She asked with a cold hissing voice.
“You’re not welcome here, Kallahan. You need to leave.”
The cop held his hands up and laughed.
“I’m not here to cause any troub…”
“Trouble? You’re a walking case of trouble, Kallahan. Now, leave.”
The cop laughed a dark laugh.
“Little Missy, I can have this place shut down for code violations. So, simmer your punk ass down before I do just that.”
Widow moved to place her palms on the counter and glowered at the man.
“Go ahead. Do your worst. Just remember, you can’t do shit in here without.. One. Probable Cause… Which there is none. And two.. Without a warrant. So..”
She smiled darkly to the cop.
“Take your corrupt, belligerent ass out of my shop.”
The man smiled sinisterly.
“Where’s Mitchell? I need to see her. I know she’s here. Breaking the rules of her parole.”
Widow tilted her head.
“And the judge knows that she is half owner of the shop and has clearly stated that she can be at the shop as long as she’s working. Which she is, I might add. You can’t force a woman into poverty just because you can’t stand her. Now, leave.”
Kallahan moved to brace his hands against the counter.
“If that two bit cunt is found around her ‘former’ associates, including that bastard Forge, I’ll haul her ass in for parole violations. And watch, happily, as the judge throws her skinny whore ass back in prison.”
Widow laughed at that. Pulling out a manilla folder.
“See this here? This is directly from the judge. It gives Robi permission to do her job here at the shop. And most importantly, do you honestly think that a judge is going to order a married couple to get divorced? It’s unconstitutional, you fucking moron! Now… I said LEAVE!”
Kallahan smirked at Widow and turned to leave. As he stepped outside, he lifted his phone up dialed a number. About ten minutes later, the shop received a phone call.
“Shops about to get raided. Get anyone that’s in there.. Out. You have about five minutes.”
Thankfully, Church had just ended. So, she hit the intercom button for the upstairs of the shop.
“Scatter. Everyone except RJ.”
Less than three minutes later, the entirety of the Shieldmaidens had done just that. Got on their bikes and were like ghosts in the wind.
RJ came down and Widow told her everything. Kallahan’s visit. And the confrontation between him and Widow. And the phone call he was making as he left.
“God, I wish that fucker had something better to do than harass us every chance he gets. He’s just pissed that I only got two years and that the judge allows me to still run the shop with you and stay married, and living with, Forge. I’m tellin’ ya, Widow.. He’s got a hard-on for me and I don’t even know what the fuck his problem is with me!”
Widow couldn’t do anything much but shrug.
“We’ll get it handled, Boss. Don’t freak out on me ok?"
All RJ could do at this point was nod.
And then call her husband, Forge.
Case File: NO06.05-01 Open
The screen comes to life and we see Ophelia “Widow” Donnely sitting on the edge of a rooftop overlooking the city of New Orleans below. No, sitting was the right word.
She was perched on the ledge.
She had on an all black outfit. A black sweater, a black pair of pants, black gloves and a pair of black knee-high thick heeled boots. Her black and purple hair was pulled back into a tight braid.
“There is a saying, ‘Careful what you wish for.’”
She turned her head to the left to scout the city.
“In this case, you should be careful what you dismiss. And, Chris, you are very wrong about one thing. Alex and I aren’t friends.”
She turned to head to look right.
“We are sisters. We have a bond deeper than you could fathom. That being the case, we work in tandem with each other. Like a well oiled machine. And you and your partner, who has been unusually quiet this entire time, have never teamed together. This will be your first time as partners.”
“Now, don’t get me wrong. I respect the fact that you’ve been in this business for a number of years. And we, Alex and I, are considered ‘Greenies’ or ‘Newbies’. And that’s fine. Two weeks ago, we came out and our President, RJ Mitchell, put everyone in Mile High on notice. And last week, we kept to that promise. Starting with Streetz. I would add Ginger in on this.. But she bitched out and ran from the match. Leaving her ‘partners’ alone to face us.”
“And what did we do? We capitalized on the situation. With RJ getting the 1, 2, 3 count. And now…”
She stood up and looked directly below her.
“....Fate has set her sights on you.”
And then she jumps over the edge with her arms out wide.
Case File: NO06.05-01 Closed
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ripley
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Post by ripley on Jun 5, 2018 22:41:40 GMT -6
The scene opens with a prerecorded cellphone video playing. Ripley is holding the phone out in front of himself and walking beside him is a woman with long flowing red hair. Ripley flashes a grin.
Ripley: Hello, Mile High Wrestling! Before I get this started I’d like to introduce all of you to my incredibly beautiful, wonderful wife, Alice. I’m lucky to have her joining me this week while I’m here in Denver for my next match. If you remember before the first show I said that you might get a chance to meet her and here she is.
Ripley turns the phone slightly and she gives a way.
Ripley: Now, don’t let her beauty fool you she’s actually stepped into the ring before too so there’s danger if you’re not careful. Alright well now that all of you are now introduced to the both of us I guess I should address this weeks match I have where I will be teaming up with my very first opponent here, “The Party Guy” Chris Mosh.
Alice rolls her eyes.
Ripley: What? He’s a talented guy, this should be a win for us.
Alice: I had to come and practically walk your ass to the cab and then to the hotel room.
Ripley: All right, I admit I went a little overboard that night but hey it was a celebration of the first episode of Mile High Wrestling. Don’t worry though, this time I won’t go so crazy.
Alice: Better not.
Ripley: I know what you’re capable of when you’re angry so I definitely won’t. Okay, back to business. This week I team up with Chris Mosh and it looks like we’re in for a challenge because we’re facing The Shieldmaidens. Now, I know they are an official team and have years of trust between them but I know that Chris and I won’t let that be a disadvantage. I have traveled around this world teaming up with countless people so I know how to work as a team. I teamed with close friends, people I barely knew, even people that hated my guts. I have experience in this kind of match believe me.
Alice nods as Ripley looks around real quick then back into the phone camera.
Ripley: Chris, he’s a bit different though because I feel we clicked very quickly after having just one match together. During out match we got a feel and understanding of each other. There’s a mutual respect between us and I know we’ll work great together. The party after should be incredible too.
He glances over at Alice.
Ripley: Moderately incredible. Now, The Shieldmaidens are an interesting team and I know they will be tough to beat but they will be beaten.
Ripley’s happy attitude seems to fade.
Ripley: I know Chris is a party guy and likes to joke and have fun but listen up Shieldmaidens, that guy can fight and if you underestimate him.. us. Well, you’ve already lost. I like to have fun as much as the next guy but when I step in between those ropes it’s all business. I’ll see you out there ladies, hope you’re ready for a battle.
He taps the screen and the video ends.
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