Hushåll Zdunich New Orleans, LA Sunday, June 20th, 2021
Eavan Maloney sat in her office, looking at the stack of mail on her desk, finally having the time to sort through it, when she saw a manila envelope at the very top. No return address, no markings besides a post-mark from Canada. Figuring it’s a request for an eight-by-ten as sometimes happens, she opens up the envelope and sees a single-page handwritten letter.
I think it’s beyond time you were told the truth.
Out of respect to you and your family, I reached out to Ellen to let her know I was contacting you. I believe it would be best that the two of you talked first before you decide if this is something worth pursuing. If you choose not to, that’s alright as well and no hard feelings. As your 30th is coming up in October, it’s beyond time you understand some things you were never told.
P.S. All I can tell you right now is that you should have received this on or around a holiday.
Eavan fell back in her chair, rubbing her temples, before getting up and heading upstairs. She can feel herself start to shake, and Katra who had been in her recording cubicle next door, had watched her wife head up and knew something was wrong. Katra laid her guitar down as Eavan walked across the kitchen to where Adriana was chopping vegetables. Eavan places the envelope on the counter.
Eavan: “Hey babe? Do you happen to remember when this came in?”
Adriana looks the envelope over and nods.
Adriana: “Yesterday, why?”
Eavan sits at the counter, shaking her hands in her hair, a sign both Adriana and Katra learned that meant Eavan was stressing out.
Katra: “Evvy… you ok?”
Eavan slides the letter to Adriana, as she leans against Katra. Adriana reads the letter, and looks back at Eavan.
Adriana: “All I can tell you right now is that you should have received this on or around a holiday. Oh sweetie.”
Eavan slowly lifts her head, knowing the tone of Adriana’s last couple of words. Something is wrong.
Eavan: “Wh… what is it, love?”
Adriana: “Today is Father’s Day.”
A couple of hours later, Eavan is resting in her oversized armchair, curled up with a blanket despite it being warm outside, watching CNN. Not watching it per se, it happens to be on in the background. She had tried contacting her mother earlier and no answer, so she tried to leave as calm a message as she could so as not to upset her mother. Eavan has probably read the letter close to thirty times already.
Eavan: “How the hell can Bandit watch this sh…”
Eavan’s phone rings, the Caller ID says ‘Mom <3’. Eavan sighs before answering.
Eavan: “Hey, Mom… So you did get a letter too, huh? I was told you would. So, what is this? Do I have a stalker I don’t know about trying to fuck with my head? Is it an overly-attached fan who somehow found my address? ...Dad’s dead. Pneumonia, we had a funeral. We had him cremated. I went on a drug bender and lost Katra for two… fucking… YEARS! So don’t tell me it’s about Dad…”
Eavan can hear her mother try not to cry as Eavan tries to keep herself from doing the same. Suddenly, Eavan’s tears quickly dried as she put the phone on speakerphone so that Adriana and Katra could hear. They had been nearby, keeping an eye on Eavan out of concern. When they saw Eavan’s body go stiff from rage, they came over and sat on and in the chair with her.
Eavan: “You now have three very interested women over here, two of them watching me so that I do not throw this phone through a window. You had best start talking, mother.”
Eavan can hear the fear in her mother’s breath, the delay in her inhalations before she sighs.
Ellen Maloney: “Your father and I went through a separation shortly after your brother, Ryan, was born. Jack was too young to remember, and I got work at a ticket outlet in Madison Square Garden. Around early 1991, I met somebody, he was in town to wrestle. Charming boy; looked great, had blonde hair to his shoulders. It wasn’t anything more than a fling. A few weeks after that night, I found out I was pregnant with you. I contacted him, told him about the pregnancy. I had no intentions of pursuing anything more with him, and he was really sweet about it. He asked that we keep in touch, and he’s helped financially from a distance when he could. Your father came back during the summer, and he accepted the pregnancy and the situation with no hesitations. When you were born, your father put his name on your birth certificate with pride. You were his daughter and he loved you like you were his own.”
Eavan closes her eyes, sobbing, as Adriana and Katra hug her from either side.
Eavan: “I still miss him, it still hurts. And now I have this other guy coming out of the woodwork now? How would you handle this, Mom, because I honestly don’t know.”
Ellen Maloney: “I’m sorry we never told you sooner. You never wanted for anything. You had a great upbringing, at least I hope you think so.”
Eavan: “I forgive you, Mom. And through my teary-eyed face, I’m smiling because Daddy didn’t have to do that, but he stepped up. I may have never known, but I also never had a reason to believe anything different. I think I’ll reach out, and I feel silly just getting to this question now, but what’s his name?”
Calgary, Alberta, Canada Monday, June 21st, 2021
-Text to Bullet- I’ll be in Denver for Throwdown, but I’m on a hunting trip in Canada. Will explain when I get back.
Eavan hadn’t even had a chance to put her phone in her pocket before it started ringing
Eavan: “Ale, it’s fucked up. You remember that trainer I had when we were in Vegas? ...Big, bald guy… Yeah, just found out he’s my old man… Got a letter in the mail, Mom confirmed it… Honestly, hermana, I have no idea what I’m going to say to him, but I’m sitting outside his house right now… Trust me, I wish I had my .30-06 right now, this would be so much easier… I’m unarmed, had to fly over, I wouldn’t have got it past Customs anyways… Get a GoFundMe set up for my bail, just in case… Thanks, love you Sis.”
(to be continued… next promo...)
New Orleans, LA Saturday, June 19th, 2021
We find Eavan Maloney sitting on a wicker chair in an undisclosed location. We can see an empty field behind her but nothing that divulges where she could be. The camera pans back to see two tiki torches, on either side of a fire pit, with a couple of puppets on them crudely resembling Skrabal Stanzas and Leah Aguero. Eavan gets up and adjusts them before sitting back down.
“Good evening my puppets.”
Eavan looks up at the camera, slowly shaking her head. Her brain already on overdrive reflecting on the image she is projecting with her props.
“I know, I know, the wrestling pundits have been quick to remind me that this should be the time to develop a level of respect for my opponents, and to them I say why? Have you not been paying attention? Do you all not realize I’m the kind who arrives to bury Caesar, not to praise him? Am I to suddenly beg for forgiveness, give the devils their due, and admit to failure?
What’s to admit to, though?
Am I to say they were the better opponent when I faced them before? Am I to say congratulations for doing exactly what I wanted them to do? That’s what separates people like me from the rest of you. The ones who need the glory and the fame, and win at all costs and nothing else than that matters, and to you I say I understand. You’re simple. You’re greedy. It needs to be all about you. Perhaps where you fight, it IS about you.
In Mile High, though? It’s about ME.”
Eavan adjusts the puppets, as the Leah puppet torch keeps falling over a few inches at a time.
“What was it that somebody said last show? I’m the spark. Everybody up and down the pipe knows that the most charismatic, most volatile, most unpredictable bitch in this industry… is me. They didn’t understand me at first, but with every outing, with every time I take time out of my busy schedule to grace you all with my presence in front of this camera, they’re getting it. The fans are glued to their television sets and mobile devices all with the same question in mind.
What is Eavan going to do next?
When Leah won the Ultimate Championship, nobody batted an eye. Nobody volunteered to be the next challenger. Nobody, truthfully, cared. You can have all the looks and talent in the world, but if nobody buys into who you are? If you’re stale, boring, aloof? Why would anybody invest in you? Even worse, when you can’t be bothered to thank the person who gave you an empty eight-lane freeway to drive to the top without any real competition? That’s disrespectful. I thought maybe, Leah, you didn’t know. I thought maybe you were just ignorant. And then it came to me, if you were REALLY that ignorant, then maybe being Ultimate Champion isn’t where you should be. However, I’m not going to lay everything out to you here. I’m going to let you think on what I let slip, and let you wait until you and I face each other at Spectacular where I will expose you for the fraud you are. You carry the strap, but you are far from champion.”
Eavan pulls the Leah puppet off the torch and lays it in the fire pit which is unlit. She puts the torch aside and takes the torch holding the Skrabs puppet and stands it in front of her.
“And you, Skraby-Doo. You could have stayed retired. You could have lived your life wherever you ended up. Holed up in some cockney borough, sipping your tea and watching Downton Abbey but no. You got butthurt because a little girl called you names. You came back with one purpose and that was to put me in my place. How did that work out for you, Skrub? Sure, you threw me around like a rag doll while Robert Mack egged you on. Getting you angrier and angrier, using me as the punching bag, and yet at the end of the day, what do you have to show for it? A match against a has-been in Robert Mack that you struggled through, and now you’re all tied up with Gabby Kentucky. So, look at your trajectory, boy. You went from fighting the best, you’re welcome for the payday by the way. Then you fought a has-been, and now you’re moving on to a never-was. Is this what you want with your life? Is it that pitiful and pathetic that you’d reduce yourself to pity matches? If I’m being honest, maybe you have to. While the rest of the world saw you manhandle me with ease, you and I know the truth. Well, I do. I still think you have the brain capacity of a bag of Doritos. I mean, your name suits you because you sound like you swallowed a few Scrabble games and you’re still spitting out letters. Fuck, I understand Azurine more than I understand you, and nobody fucking understands Azurine.
But nobody has to understand you, do they? No, you just stand there looking like Vin Diesel’s stunt-double on a direct-to-video film production, making less sense than Bob Dylan coming down from a heroin bender, and the crowd eats it up. Look tough, garble nonsense, hit up your boss for a payday or you won’t do shows… wait. Had you confused with somebody who was worth a damn. Actually, no, come to think of it, I wouldn’t put that stunt past you.
However, the more I reflect on things, the more I realize this is all my fault. I should have left you forgotten. Never spoke of you and gave Mile High a chance to be as great a company as it can be. I brought the cancer back. I let it infest and multiply… fuck, I keep forgetting after this last moment of greatness for you, you’re headed to curtain jerking with Ohio. For a minute, I ALMOST bought the hype. Despite that, though, I own my responsibility for leading you back, and I’m sorry.
I’m sorry that whatever legacy you left with before will be removed at Throwdown. This may be the VERY LAST time you get to see the main event. Let that sink in a minute. It started with me, and it ends with me. I could have pulled the trigger and dropped you weeks ago, but I gave you hope. I gave you that warm and fuzzy feeling that perhaps you were still as good as you were. One day you’ll look back on this and smile. You were remembered, you had your time in the spotlight one last time.
This week, Skrub, I will pull the trigger. I’m even bringing the Bullet.”
Eavan takes the Skrabz puppet off the torch and picks up the Leah puppet as she gets up from her chair. She pulls out a couple of what appears to be pins from her back jeans pocket and the camera follows her to a firing target. Eavan pins the puppets to the target and pulls out a Magnum 45 and stares at it before shaking her head and re-holstering it. She looks back at the target, smirks, and delivers a superkick to the target, knocking it backwards. Eavan then unholsters the Magnum again and in one fluid motion, empties the clip into the fallen target, before blowing on the muzzle and winking.
The scene opens up in the basement of The War Queen Leah Aguero’s home in Chicago, Illinois. A scene we’ve seen many times in the past. With her hair drawn back tight in a bun and fists taped, Leah hammers away at a punching bag. As the cameras pivot around to the War Queen’s back we see a picture of Eavan Maloney’s face posted on the punching back. After a quick succession of “body” shots on the punching bag, Leah comes in hot with a straight right jab to Maloney’s face, crumpling the picture. It falls to the floor as Leah stops her punches. She spits down at the picture and walks away to take a seat on a recliner nearby that sits in front of a television set. Slightly offscreen we can see a red headed girl hand Leah a bottle of water and a towel. For those that follow Leah’s career, they recognize the red head as her tag team partner in the Second City Riot Squad, Layla Diaz. She’s only in and out of the scene as Leah wipes away some sweat from her brow and takes a long drink from the water bottle.
Leah Aguero: Complacency has always been the key factor in any downfall. Historians will talk about empires rising and falling but the main reason they fall is due to their leadership becoming complacent in their position. They work so hard to rise to their spot that they believe the work is done. That couldn’t be further from the truth. That’s when the real work begins. Take, for example, something all of you should know quite well; The Coven. As a unit, we took Mile High Wrestling by storm. No one saw us coming. In their minds, they didn’t know what to think. Then, when everyone thought they were safe, we came in like a bat out of hell and we waged war on MHW. The Shieldmaidens didn’t know what hit them. Their response was brash. It was uneducated and reactionary. We spent months biding our time and acted in a cold and calculated fashion. We waged war and, at Black Magic, we won. The chink in the Shieldmaidens armor was exposed and we tore through them as only we could. Then came the complacency. Well, leadership’s complacency. You see, while some of us continued to fight the good fight, our figure head chose to take that momentum and refocus it elsewhere. She became complacent with her position and it cost her dearly in the end. Sorry, Jansen. I still love ya but facts are facts. There’s a reason the only members of Coven still here are Gabriel Ohio and myself and… well… let’s just say we’re not bonding over shared Coven memories.
The War Queen pauses to draw in another sip of water and wraps the towel around the back of her neck.
Leah Aguero: As I took my rightful spot atop this empire known as Mile High Wrestling, in my heart I knew the work was only just beginning. I am the queen of MHW and my reign will not be short lived. It will not be that like Candi Bratton. Move over talk of Skrabal Stanza, the War Queen has taken her position on the mountain top, when all is said and done they will be talking about the ironclad grip I hold over the Mile High faithful. Still, a queen’s work is never done. Unlike what happened to others after Coven claimed their dominance, my winning the MHW Ultimate Title will not become the pinnacle of my career here in Season 3. No, the real work has already begun. Two weeks ago, Robert Mack chose to cash in on the Queen’s reign by featuring me in a non-title contest against that pathetic excuse for a wrestler, El Diablo Blanco. I mean, really. What do you all see in this guy? So much hype. So much postering to the fans. The guy went out and just got trained like a year ago and yet you peons just eat his act all up. Well, in the end, the jester received his just dues. Just like many others to come, your Backyard Phenom kissed the boot of your queen. But that wasn’t all.
Layla Diaz appears once again, this time handing Leah a piece of grey hair attached to a necklace. Leah holds it up in one hand as she has a grin plastered on her face from ear to ear.
Leah Aguero: If you so choose to come after the queen, I will take a token from our battle; a battle I most assuredly will win. The jester thought he could match the queen and yet here we are, my token in hand. It is but the first of many to come during my reign atop the empire. Just two weeks ago, we learned as to whom the next challenger to attempt to rise up and take the throne would be. It is none other than Eavan Maloney. Dear sweet Eavan. You are but a mockery to Mile High Wrestling. You have been positioned as a top player here in MHW and yet time and time again you show that you cannot match up. You tried your best against me, Eavan, in our return during that fatal four way but you tasted thy boot. In order to save face, you followed that up by calling out Skrabal Stanza. Again, you come up short. To date, your claim to fame here in Mile High Wrestling is nothing more than throwing someone over the top rope. Let’s not get started about how ludicrous of a means to determine a number one contender that is. I mean, who did you really beat in that match? Did you pin anyone? Did you make them submit? No, you threw someone over the top rope. Here I go, though, doing exactly what I said I wouldn’t. I could be here for hours debating about the validity of contendership under the rules of that match. Regardless, you are the number one contender due to Robert Mack’s incompetency so I will simply accept that fact.
The War Queen grips the necklace in her hand as she leans forward.
Leah Aguero: This week at ThrowDown you get your first crack at the queen. You team up with your Shieldmaiden sister in Alejandra Carbajal to attempt to match your queen as she teams with, of all people, Skrabz. You know, already, people want to try to give me shit about living in Skrabz shadow. They hate on the fact that I “don’t pay homage” to those that came before me; those that paved the road. Well, I’m not like most. I’m here to forge my own path. I’m here to change up the consistency that Mile High Wrestling has had to endure for far too long. Everyone spends too much time focusing on the history rather than concentrating on the present. On the other hand, they look to the future and what may someday be. I’ll just go ahead and spoil things for you. The future is the present. The War Queen will lead this empire into a new era. The groundwork has already been laid beneath you. You all are already on my path. Just look up and you will see your queen. All you need to do is take a knee and kiss my boot.
The War Queen’s attention is brought back to the necklace.
Leah Aguero: This week is already festering in my mind as I go up against you, Alejandra, and you, Eavan. Who is next to contribute to my keepsake. Is it you, Alejandra? You and I have already done battle multiple times over the years. Is it time to accept your inevitable fate and welcome your destiny? We have already shown the world that when it comes to Bullet, she is shooting blanks. This isn’t child’s play, Alejandra. You may be bringing a gun to a knife show but what are you going to do when everyone learns that your gun isn’t loaded. Shall I take a piece of your locks? Shall I snip a piece of your mane and add to my collection? El Presidente will do just like everyone else and bow down before the queen and kiss my boot.
Leah makes a motion with her free hand as if she is cutting hair.
Leah Aguero: Or is it you, Eavan? Do I force you down to your knees and take a piece of those bleach blonde locks? You see, you seem to talk a mean game. You garnered the attention of the Mile High faithful with your gift of gab but, just as I’ve done before, I’m going to show the collective world that you are all bark but no bite. That’s the difference between you and I, Eavan. Only one of us has been able to follow through on their decrees. Only one of us has been able to step up to the plate and accomplish what they’ve set out to do. The difference is I will take what I want BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY. Step up to the plate, Eavan. You’re the master of trying to call others out but you haven’t found the success you would have hoped. Me, on the other hand. I am willing to be who I need to be. I am willing to act the way I choose to act. I am willing to pretend to be something I am not all in the name of getting ahead. You think you know me and that’s all well and good. Think what you want but, in the end, you shall be just like all those that came before you. You seem to like to play with guns just like your partner. This isn’t play time, Eavan. Just like Alejandra, you’re going to get hurt. So you best stay out of my way and know your place in the hierarchy.
The War Queen makes a gun out of her fingers and points it towards the camera.
Monday, June 21, 2021 Bay 1 Twisted Steel Garage New Orleans, Louisiana 8:15 AM CDT
Restoring old, damaged and beat-up vehicles was a daily activity at Twisted Steel Garage. Most of the Chrome Dragons and several Shieldmaidens worked there, most days taking turns trying to make ragged machines back into the works of art they had previously been before whatever calamity had befallen them.
Some were bigger jobs than others.
Today, they were looking at several, one in particular where the car had already been torn down so much that all that was left was a metal skeleton outline for where the car should be.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Who is dealing with electric today?
Looking across the skeleton of the car being worked on, Bullet glances down at where some of the wiring will need to be restrung before they can add over the top of it.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: Um, I think Caveman is…
He turns and nods to another guy in the back of the bay, Chrome Dragons Vice President, Sonny “Vice” Rollins.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: Yo, Vice, is Caveman doin’ electric today?
Vice glances into the next room and then nods affirmatively.
Sonny "Vice" Rollins: Yeah, looks like he’s playin’ with door poppers from that low rider out back that was actin’ up somethin’ fierce on Old Man D the other day.
Taza moves over by Bullet and just shakes her head.
Gabriela "Taza" Carbajal: We will have this done on time?
Bullet snickers at the very idea.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: There is no deadline. We are free to take as long as we need to make it look and perform the best it possibly can.
Spectre grins at Taza.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: It could be worse, we could be working on that poor heap Boner brought in. That thing is basically a total re-build and the guy who owns it is trying to nickel and dime it because he doesn’t want to admit he broke the bitch as bad as he did. Boner and Chase both tried to explain it to him but the guy ain’t tryin’ to hear that he broke his baby by rolling it while drunk and trying to drag race the cops…
Taza’s jaw drops even as her elder sister laughs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Pelota…
Gabriela "Taza" Carbajal: He… did… what?
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: Ok, so, dude has a super-up orange GTO Judge, right? His daddy bought it new, so had it for like fifty some years, right?
Taza manages a slight nod.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: So, couple weeks back, he’s out at one of them fish fries in the middle of nowhere and the host turned him on to some homemade hooch that was probably only half a step above paint thinner and this genius drinks the whole fuckin’ jug. God knows what else he’d already had, but our guy is feelin’...
He pauses and almost laughs at the thought of this incident in his head.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: Not a whole hell of a lot actually. Gets behind the wheel and floors it. Couple miles up the road, there’s a checkpoint that hasn’t seen anybody to stop and check for ID for a good hour so they are bored. Fucking. Shitless.
The look on his face makes both Bullet and Taza snicker.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: This fuckin’ guy, sees the lights ahead, tries to pull a Duke of Hazzard spin move, almost rolls it right there. Yells out the window, “Betcha can’t catch me, Smokey! Fuck tha popo, eat shit and die, pigs!” and floors it the other way. Cops hit it behind him, tryin’ to catch him and he’s so wasted he think they’re racin’ like the good ol’ days of runnin’ shine on the backroads with revenuers hot on they tail! Eventually he cross the center line, tries to come back, overcorrects and bounces the poor car off the edge of a ditch. That acts like a ramp and sends him flyin’ end over end and he finally comes to rest against a tree and the cops are all shittin’ their pants casue now they gotta get the guy out of there and how much gas has he got and what all is leakin’ and, you know, it’s fuckin’ ass o’clock in the mornin’, so they got visions of movie explosions in their head. Eventually, they get him out, they figure out the car’s fucked but it ain’t gonna go boom on them and bring it here while our guy goes to the hospital and then to jail because, let’s face it, the fact that dude is alive is proof of how wasted he was when that crash happened. Knowin’ him, he’ll get a slap on the wrist and we’ll fix his car and when he tells the story, he outran hot pursuit in his daddy’s prized Judge and served them coppers like they was pork chops and bacon on the barbie!
Taza can’t help herself and starts laughing hysterically while Bullet just shakes her head as if she’s heard such stories a thousand times before.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: They are always such malparido caremondas…
Taza shakes her head even as Kara “Killer” Carter comes walking in.
Gabriela "Taza" Carbajal: Why?
Killer frowns in confusion.
Kara "Killer" Carter: Why what?
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: She just heard about the Judge in the next bay.
Killer visibly shudders.
Kara "Killer" Carter: Oh fuck…
As the large blonde woman shakes her head, several officers come walking into the bay led by two familiar ones.
Kara "Killer" Carter: Oh what the fuck is this?!!!?
Bullet and Spectre quickly move to get between Killer and the officers.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No des papaya…
The lead officers step away from the others.
Officer Vicente Palacios: Officer Vicente Palacios serving a warrant on Twisted Steel Garage and personally on Alejandra Carbajal…
He waves the piece of paper in Bullet’s face as his partner, Officer Rafael Belliard nods to the other officers to proceed.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: Vice! Get the other guys to step out of the bays for a minute, we’re bein’ raided!
Officer belliard nods, clearly impressed by this tact by Spectre.
Officer Rafael Belliard: Smart man…
Within a minute, the Dragons known respectively as Caveman, Goldie, Boner, Kyojin, Chase and Cisco all exit the other bays and step out to the front loading area with Vice making his way over to where Spectre, Bullet, Taza and Killer are standing with the two lead officers.
Sonny "Vice" Rollins: What’s goin’ on here?
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: They served the garage and Ale specifically.
Sonny "Vice" Rollins: Ale? The fuck for?
Spectre shrugs while maintaining his grip on Killer’s left arm.
Kara "Killer" Carter: You fucking assholes! I swear to fucking Christ…
Spectre nods to Taza.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: Let’s go. Now.
Taza nods in return and the two quickly move Killer out of the bay to where their co-workers are all standing, neither ever daring to turn her loose from their grasp. With only Bullet and Vice left standing there, the officers nod approvingly.
Officer Vicente Palacios: So, are you in charge here?
Vice just stares back at him.
Officer Rafael Belliard: Talkative bunch, aren’t they?
Bullet nods to the officers.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: My personal vehicle is across the parking lot. I drive my mustang today.
Officer Belliard smiles enthusiastically.
Officer Rafael Belliard: We’ll need the keys.
Bullet hands them over and Belliard disappears into the parking lot.
The officers finish looking over the place and then take their leave along with Bullet’s mustang. As they leave, the rest of the garage employees walk back in.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: What just happened?
Bullet nods to Killer.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Her parents. I will need to call Jackson now. They have impounded my car as potential evidence. They are accusing me of aiding and abetting Tori and using my car to do so.
Killer’s eyes start to go wide with rage while Vice shakes his head.
Sonny "Vice" Rollins: They’re about to try to seize your stang…
Killer pulls away and storms off, letting off primal screams as she goes. Taza’s eyes dart between her girlfriend and her sister. Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Abrasé!
Taza nods and goes after Killer while Bullet stares at the piece of paper in her hands.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Look around and see if they have taken anything else.
Vice nods and the Dragons quickly filter through the other bays, looking everything over. A few minutes later, they come back to Bullet.
Sonny "Vice" Rollins: Looks like just your car.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: They fucked up Caveman’s bench but everything’s there. Kyojin said they fucked up his bench too. Forge is gonna be so fuckin’ pissed when he hears about this…
Vice and Bullet both nod.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We will need to work to calm him. If we do not, Robi will hear of this and you know what happens if she and Widow are told of everything here.
Spectre and Vice both nod solemnly
Sonny "Vice" Rollins: Bullets fly…
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: People die…
Bullet nods pointedly in agreement.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I will call Jackson and then we call Forge together. I will call Robi and Widow, I have another call scheduled later anyway so it will easily fit in.
Vice and Spectre nod, turning to return to looking over their work stations while Bullet pulls out her phone.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jackson? Bullet, the garage was just raided. They served me papers and impounded my car. No, I am not going anywhere any time soon until I can get a ride back to my house to get my bike.
Looking out the bay door, she nods at the answer.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I will be here, see you in a few minutes.
The call ends and she continues to stare out the bay door.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jueputa…
Saturday, June 26, 2021 Warehouse Gym Shieldmaidens Clubhouse New Orleans, Louisiana 10:09 AM CDT
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 Metallica “Damage, Inc” 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. Looking into the camera, Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: That did not take long, did it?
She cocks her head, looking somewhere between annoyed and incredulous.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We should have seen this coming from the first show back when he could not help himself and needed to try and steal the spotlight from everyone else in the ring that night. It was only a matter of time before he managed to find a way to get into the main event and in a position to shake the company to the core again.
Her eyes almost dance with anger.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Teaming with Leah…
She shakes her head, stifling a laugh that never really fully forms.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: If I were Leah, if you shake his hand, better count your fingers and always be aware of the knife he is waiting to plunge into back. It is coming, the only question is when and from which angle…
Looking to the sky, she nods as if she sees something there above her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It is almost the Sword of Damocles, hanging above us all, just waiting to fall when it will do the most damage…
Again, she almost laughs to herself.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: If we were smart, we would get him before he gets us…
She nods, looking back to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But this is how he works, is it not?
Again, Bullet cocks her head slightly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: On the first two runs of this company, he had nearly everyone he fought before the bell even rang because he had an aura of invincibility and he still clings to that…
Her hand almost absently runs a finger across the patch on her kutte.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But he does not have that aura with us. He does not have that cloak of unbeatable in our Shieldmaiden camp, and why is this so?
She pauses to point to herself.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Because, I’m the one who made God bleed.
Nodding forcefully, she continues to point to herself.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I’m the one who was the one…
She pauses to acknowledge the seemingly missing data.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: In whatever and one on the all-mighty Skrabz. Nobody should have believed they could beat him. He was invincible. The man no one can take down. The wrestler with no equals and that aura that you can’t buy…
She nods a small smirk on her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Azzy made it a two…
She points to herself again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But I’m the one who hung an L on him that he never really forgot. I’m the one who showed everybody the way, that it CAN be done.
She points even more emphatically to herself.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Me! The one person in this match who ahs never been a world champion, but I’m the one who reared back and knocked Skrabz’s fucking head into next week!
Her hand falls away as she points more towards the door.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And we already know how Eavan looks at him…
She smirks playfully.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Don’t we, Skrabby Doo?
Bullet moves her arm to stop indicating the door.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Eavan and I have a chemistry even we cannot explain. We dated for a time. She credits me with saving her life, I credit her with giving me this one.
She waves around, nodding to all the wrestling equipment.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Eavan brought me into wrestling as her manager when we were still dating and she never stopped supporting me after that ended. She had my back whether I wrestled here, SRW, Hybrid, EWC or anywhere else even if she thought less of the company than I did. I supported her wherever she went and I rejoiced and reveled in any success she had the same way she did for me!
She points to the patch on her kutte.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We are Maiden Sisters, we are family…
Bullet allows her hand to move away from her kutte.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: She is also a sawed-off shotgun, just waiting to go off! People underestimate her size and stopping power. They criticize how her fire seems to spread out and go places she never meant it to but they should remember that no matter what, she’s still capable of great destruction. You let her get too close and she’ll unload dead in your chest and make everybody watching go, “Dear God, what did we just witness?!!!?”
A glare comes across her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Eavan is the kind of gun you better be sure is cleared before you start playing with it, because if Leah or Skrabz makes that mistake, they’re liable to take a full load in the face and I don't mean the kind people pay double for at houses of ill repute!
Bullet nods forcefully.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: She is the gun, cocked and loaded...
The glare intensifies.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And I…
She smirks, turning to face the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I’m the Bullet in the loaded gun!
She points angrily to herself again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I’m the Bullet with a name scratched into it… and I’ve already hit once…
Her hand falls away as the camera zooms in on her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You better hope I don’t hit again!
Skrabal sits on the edge of the black leather sofa in his locker room, his eyes fixed on a television hung on the wall opposite him. He holds a bottle of beer in his right hand as he stares intently at the screen, fully concentrating on the action in the ring as "War Queen" Leah Aguero takes on El Diablo Blanco.
El D's eyes look somewhat glazed over for the last few minutes of this bout, but looks to win anyways as he goes for The Backyard Elbow!!
But as he's running the ropes, Leah quickly gets to her feet and strikes El D with the Axe Kick!!
El D falls to his knees, as his eyes roll back for a second. He comes back to, and hunches over before Leah gives him The Endgame!!!
El D's head flaps, and he looks finished. Leah hooks the leg.
Skrabal kisses his teeth as the Regina Ball counts the three.
"Seen, seen" Skrabal says to himself before taking a drink of his beer.
Skrabal picks up the TV control, ready to switch the device off, but before he does something on screen catches his attention.
Leah's music fades out as she circles El D, mocking him. You can hear her telling him he will kiss the boot of the Queen. The fans are booing loudly.
Reggie Carter: What's going on here?
Steve McLarson: I believe she just told El Diablo Blanco that he's going to kiss her boot.
Leah bends over and grabs El D by the hair on his mask, planting one of her boots right in front of his face. The boos grow louder.
Reggie Carter: Don't even think about it, Leah! That is just tasteless! I am disgusted by our Ultimate Champion!
Steve McLarson: Sounds like all the fans here tonight are too.
Leah forces El D's mouth onto her boot, making him kiss the Queen's boot, just like she said he would. The boos have become deafening.
Skrabal rolls his eyes then takes another drink of his beer as he continues watching.
Reggie Carter: This is disgusting! So disrespectful!!
An "Ass-Hole!" chant breaks out very loudly. Leah rolls out of the ring and digs underneath.
Steve McLarson: You want to talk "disrespectful"? There are children in the crowd tonight and these grown people are cussing loudly in front of all of them.
Reggie Carter: Oh shut up, Steve! Leah is without a doubt an asshole! She deserves it! What the hell is she looking for?
Leah rolls back into the ring with a pair of scissors. The fans are booing again, and it just seems like the whole arena is vibrating from the noise.
Reggie Carter: Oh my goodness! What the hell is she about to do with those?!
Leah reaches under El D's chin and lifts his head once more. Leah then cuts a piece of hair off of El D's mask, and the fans literally start throwing objects into the ring. Drinks, nachos, hot dogs, beer cans, among other things are flooding the ring.
Reggie Carter: I can not believe she just did that!!!
Leah just continues smiling, as she holds the mask hair up high like a souvenir. She drops the scissors and raises her middle finger with that hand while food, drink, and other objects rain down on her.
Skrabal smiles, his smile quickly turns into a low laugh and he shakes his head.
"Oh my days fam!" He says to himself before finishing his beer.
Skrabal turns the television off then grabs his bag and leaves his locker room. As he makes his way towards the arena exit he is approached from behind by one of Mile High Wrestling's interviewers, Ariana Bentley, who holds a microphone in her hand and is accompanied by a cameraman.
"Skrabal, Skrabz." Ariana calls out to the former Mile High Wrestling Phoenix and Ultimate Champion.
Skrabal turns around and raises his eyebrows upon seeing Ariana closing in on him.
"Yes fam, what can man like Skrabz do for gyal like you?" He asks while looking her up and down.
"I'd just like a few moments of your time..." Ariana trails off as Skrabal interrupts.
"Gyal you can have as long as ya want, trust."
"To ask you a few questions." Ariana continues.
"Seen, seen... Well ya nah man was on his way out innit, 'bout to head back to the motel but 'ight, I can spare a few. What you sayin' blad?"
"Skrabz, we saw you take care of the boss, Robert Mack, in dominate fashion here tonight. How did it feel to finally get your hands on him after all he's said and done in recent weeks?"
"That man be wastin' my time fam, for real. Ya know he asked me why I come back and I can tell ya one ting, it weren't to be kickin shit outta some washed up, suit wearin', couldn't get it done durin' his day nobody. Nah!"
"A lot of people would say you are downplaying Roberts successes during his wrestling career there, Skrabz."
"A lotta people say a lotta tings fam but I ain't give a shit about none of 'em. I heard it before though innit, big talk about tings achieved elsewhere but this ain't elsewhere, is it? Nah, this be Mi' High and in Mi' High man like Skrabz be the measurrin' stick. I be the odds stacked against 'em all and ain't nobody broke even yet."
"Well one man who could be looking to change that is Gabriel Ohio, what are you thoughts on his appearance here tonight?"
"My thoughts on that be few and far between fam lemme tell ya, I ain't think about it since I left him layin' out there in that ring."
"Indeed, you did strike first, but Gabriel was quick to recover, rapidly rising to his feet and watching you as you left..."
"You think I ain't know that or suttin'? You think I ain't seen it? Fam I saw it ya know... It ain't a ting though, trust."
"Okay, and one more thing before I let you go. Your thoughts on the actions of Leah Aguero tonight, following her match with El Diablo Blanco?"
"Yeah..." he rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "That ain't a ting either."
"Okay, Skrabz. Thank you for you time."
"Now worries fam. I'mma catch ya later innit."
With the short interview reaching its conclusion Skrabal turns and finally continues on his way towards the arena exit.
Skrabals Motel Room
19th July 2021
Skrabal's phone vibrates on top of the well used coffee table in front of him. He reaches forward, picks it up and looks at the screen then swipes up to answer the video call from his lifelong friend and fellow Toll Gang Member, Ty.
"My brudda! How's it goin'?" Ty asks, his toothy smile beaming.
"It's 'ight fam, can't complain ya nah."
"But ya will anyway...." Ty replies, breaking in to a subtle laugh.
"Allow it." Replies Skrabz
"So ya boss backin' off..."
"Blad why people keep tellin' me shit like I ain't know it already?" Skrabz snaps, a mixture of humour and frustration evident in his voice.
"My brudda, it ain't that deep. We havin' a conversation that be all it is. The fuck got you so on edge?" Ty continues.
"The fuck you talkin' about? Man ain't on edge." Skrabz snaps back.
"What is it? Gabriel got you nervous or somethin'?" Ty continues, playfully prodding his friend.
"Yeah I can't stop shakin' fam." Skrabal replies, rolling his eyes.
"Well ya shoulda left him be then, coz it looked to me like he was out there to pick up the scraps of Robert Mack you left behind but you gone caused yaself a...." Ty trails off as Skrabal interrupts.
"Fam if you up in your studio and some random man come in off the street and start pushin' buttons you jus' gonna let him be? You gonna let it slide?"
"What's your point bredda?"
"Point is if I be workin' an' ya get it in my way you jus' might get that work, ya feel me?"
"I feel you."
"Good. So what you sayin'?"
"You remember the plane I got for you?"
"Fam how could I forget?"
"Yeah... well they done fined you for smokin' on it. We lookin' at a five figure bill for a deep clean."
"Five figures, fam what they gonna do? They gonna take the ting apart and wash e'ry lil' nut and bolt pon it?"
"Dunno my G, I'm a go ahead and pay it though."
"Nah fuck that blad, the gyal, what be her name?... Sofia, that was it, she told me I could smoke."
"She prob'ly ain't want the hassle of dealing wit' you if she said no."
"It's a fuckin' liberty fam. She ain't have no prollem smokin' wit' me"
"I'ma go ahead and pay it."
"...Ight. That it?"
"Yeah. Take it easy brudda, I'm a speak wid you soon."
"Seen. Next time ya better have suttin' good to tell me. Look after yaself bredrin'. Toll."
The desire an' the lust, combined with the bile an' the bud, ignites the fire in my gut I conspire to corrupt, the minds a the jus', as the blind lead the blind wit' they eyes full a dust Authorisin' my rush, I rise to the cusp, in a mayfly's lifespan, from the light to the dusk Invite your disgust, King Midas a rust, the only hot topic for these shites to discuss
Diamond in the rough, buried in the slime an' the sludge, not inclined in the slightest to budge Through the mire I'mma trudge, up to my eyes in the mud, still carryin' my pride an' a grudge Hypes not enough so I write for the love, consume these insides of a mind full a bud Relyin' on the puff to design an' construct, ya swan song sung by a choir full a ducks
Skrabals Motel Room
26th July 2021
The scene opens with a close up shot of Skrabal Stanzas apparently laying on a bed, his head supported by a pillow. He smirks then exhales a cloud of smoke towards the camera.
"So Bossman backin' off and it seem to me he be right back on my side, hookin' me up like he done did in the past. Puttin' me right in the middle, the big dick in a pool a pussy and ya done know in that situation man like Skrabz'll tread water all night long... ain't that right?"
He moves his phone from side to side, allowing the faces of the three young women sharing his bed to be seen by it's camera. Two of them nod while the third pulls the sheet over her head, exclaiming "Oh hell naw, my man watches this shit." The video cuts out.
When the video resumes we see Skrabal sitting on that same old brown sofa from previous weeks, a smokey haze fills the space between him and the camera as the former double Champion guzzles a bottle of beer.
"Ya nah I be feelin' offended innit, kinda. Only it ain't due to suttin' somebody done did to me, nah. It be due to suttin' I seen."
He finishes his beer and tosses the bottle on the floor.
"What I seen though?"
He pauses momentarily before continuing.
"Man was sittin' in the back a that Magness arena, private room coz I ain't mingle wit' the rest of 'em. Yeah I had my feet up, bottle in hand and my eyes pon the show waitin' for my time to shine. Then it happen, first ting I seen, Anastasia Ballder-whatever against Kate Steele... Yeah she be from man's ends innit, that there London, so I be thinkin' from the off that she gonna be about it. Then it happen though. What happened?... I'mma let you know. She embarrass herself, she embarrass our city and by association she embarrass man like Skrabz. She stepped in callin' herself Diamond only to get bounced 'round like she made outta flubber... Fam, I'mma tell you, one time, on the level... You embarrass man like that again and you gonna have a lot more than a former model to worry about, trust."
He breaks eye contact with the camera and leans forward, reaching for something out of the cameras line of sight. He leans back into the shot holding glass doob tube.
"But shit, that not been the only ting happenin' that done got man like Skrabz feelin' some way about it, nah. Another ting be this Geist shit. Yeah he, she or they had suttin' for er'yone lately an' while it might got the rest of 'em on they toes man like Skrabz be feelin' a lil dif'rent. Man like Skrabz feel like he might take ya seriously the second ya stop lettin' other people's words speak for ya. If you got suttin' to say to me ya can say it yaself fam, if not ya can keep it movin' and that might jus' be the best option for ya."
He removes the joint then tosses the glass doob tube out of shot where it lands with a clink as it clashes with an empty beer bottle.
"Last time man stepped a foot in that ring he placed it firmly on the toes a the Bossman and if you ask me he gonna be walkin' wit' a limp for the rest a his life coz I be on that Sideshow Bob vibe innit, yeah I got big shoes and the feet to fill 'em while Bossman lookin' like he go for pedicures on the bi-weekly. I beat that man from one side a the ring to the other then picked him up and done did it again but the ting is, it ain't have to be like that. I ain't come back gunnin' for the Bossman coz me beatin' his backside half way 'round Denver ain't do a ting for man Like Skrabz.
He puts the joint between his lips, lights it and inhales.
"Yeah I seen it work for a lot of 'em, both here and elsewhere, they wanna beef wit' they boss on some played out Austin shit but you ask me and I'mma tell ya that be one trope that need the rope, standard! But they all wanna be the anti-hero innit, ting is it be hard to be the anti-hero when ain't no heroes present in the first place..."
He takes another toke on his joint and continues, smoke following his first few words over his lips as he talks.
"Still they wanna relate to the workin' man, the man at home who do all he can to get through the day an' put food on his table while wishin' all day long he could throw' down wit' his boss. Only prollem wit' that be I ain't have to relate to 'em, nah. I be the workin' man in the flesh, I be his representation innit. Coz my attire hi-vis not a shirt and tie an' I be out here showin' 'em wit' nuttin' but big ol' nutsack full a determination anyone of 'em can get to the top in they chosen field. An' most the time they hate me for it, well shit, I wouldn't change it fam. Yeah they love the hate and so do I. But I ain't here to win heart's and minds fam, nah! I save that for those politicians. Man like Skrabz be here to catch dubs, raise straps and nuttin' else."
He takes another slow draw on his joint then reaches down the side of the sofa, grabbing a bottle of beer from his ever-present box of beers"
"Speakin' a dubs, I guess a lil' bit a man like Skrabz must a rubbed off on Lil Miss Maloney coz she went from nuttin' to suttin' real quick, apparently, it's what they say fam but I ain't agree wit' 'em. Still she snatched that dub from four of 'em a couple a weeks back and now she nex' in line for a shot at suttin' that got my fingerprints all over it. Yeah she goin' one on one wit' that War Queen, big strap pon the line at the Spectacular...
He shakes his head, a look of dissatisfaction seeping over his face.
"But before then she gotta step back in that ring wit' the capstone atop the Mi' High pyramid, tag team ting innit, Lil Miss Maloney an' Bullet against man like Skrabz... An' the War Queen."
He rolls his eyes before twisting the top of his bottle of beer.
"Yeah it get 'em talkin', not like they need any encouragement but this help 'em along none the less. It get ya so called wrestlin' journalists and forum neeks poppin' off at the finger tips for days. The current champ and the champ that ain't ever lose the strap teamin' up, but lemme put an' end to any rumours and speculation goin' around... If that War Queen manage to keep the strap then one day, and it ain't matter how it long take, but one day she gonna see me standin' across that ring with my hands out jus' waitin' to take it off her but we ain't there yet. So come Throwdown when that bell rings we gonna handle our bidness and catch the dub coz man like Skrabz done said and proved before that when it come to the work he can get it in wit' anybody. But don't get it twisted blad, an' let me warn ya, Leah, one time, on the level. If you got any plans or half baked ideas that you gonna do to man like Skrabz what ya done did to El Dee ya better get ya mind right 'fore ya get left brainless... Coz I ain't kiss feet outside the bedroom and if you try stick ya stinkin' lil trotters anywhere near man's face I'mma bend ya leg backwards and shove it straight up ya backside, standard!"
He guzzles his beer, drinking like he's been deprived of liquids for days.
"But surely those Maiden's got the advantage in this one right? Coz they tight, they each others chosen family. Prollem wit' that is family, chosen or born in to it, it hold you back if ya let it and that's why ain't a single one of ya stand out by yaself. Yeah as a collective some of 'em fear ya but individually ya gets no respect, coz individually you ain't earned it, not here anyway, not a shred nor a sliver. Why that is though? Well take a seat innit, lemme explain the shit. Man has done postulated before that the Bossman got a ting for gyal like Bullet and shit I can't blame him, she be nice to look at but there be where it stops. When it come to work she doin' half a job but wit' the way the bossman keep rewardin' her for her shoddy performance ya'd think she pullin' e'ry hour of overtime available. I mean fam how many chances ya need? What it gonna take for ya to make one of 'em count?... Don't get me wrong blad she workin' here, there an' e'rywhere that'll have her but the prollem wit' that is the butter ain't taste too good when it's spread so thin and when she steppin' in the Mi' High ring she scrappin' the bottom a the tub, servin' up dry toast. The shit barely palatable, so it get thrown in the trash with the scraps of that hype she been livin' off here since those twenty eighteen times. Tell us about how ya won the Phoenix strap again blad, we ain't heard that story in a minute or two, or shit tell 'em all how ya been the first one to pin mans shoulders to the mat but leave out the part where where it took ya whole crew so it sound hype. Coz that be all ya got, shit that sound hype but ain't stand up to scrutiny, plus tall tales about short reigns and successes we ain't know coz they go to another school, or suttin."
He drinks the last few drops of beer from the bottle and drops it on the floor where it lands with a thud.
"If ya ask me I'mma tell ya Bullet had her time and more opportunities to succeed than a two dollar ring rat and she come up short e'ry time... Ya nah I be reminded a suttin' I said way back, in those twenty eighteen days. Yeah it been a long time so ya might a forgot but I said you ain't bring nuttin' but blank rounds... All this time later an' I see now jus' how wrong I was."
"Coz nobody flinch when Bullet start gunnin'
But starter pistols pop an' e'rybody start runnin'"
"An now she gotta stand there with her fellow Maiden Maloney knowin' she on route for a shot at the big strap and she... Well you ain't, are ya, Bullet? Nah, but give it a couple weeks and I be sure the Bossman'll have suttin' sweet for ya, he usually do..."
He takes a few quick tokes on his joint before continuing.
"An' that brings me to the number one contender to the big strap, Lil Miss Plannin' Retirement... That who you want holdin' the strap? That your next great hope? Is it? Someone who already lookin' passed her shot, someone who already thinkin' about layin' back relaxin' wit' no professional responsibilities to handle? Someone on they way out? That's who you wanna see pretendin' they at the top?
Frustration grows in his voice.
"Are you dizzy blad?"
He shakes his head, the frustration in his voice now matched by the expression on his face.
"Nah seriously, are you?... Ya must be, especially wit' that bullshit she talklin' about makin' opps look a millyun bucks when she feel like it, if that shit fly witchu you dizzy like ya blood pressure droppin' and man'll suggest ya go lay down for a month or two..."
He takes a deep, relaxing toke on his joint then exhales, sighing loudly.
"Is that whatchu think ya did blad? Is it? Ya think you made man like Skrabz look like a millyun bucks? Fam I was born lookin' like money an' I been payin' out dividends to anybody that invest in me, ask the Bossman innit. His wallet packed fat offa my name an' it get fatter e'ry time I show up to work. Butchu think you made me look good... Lemme tell ya, only person come outta that ting back at Rise lookin' like anythin' was you lookin' a fool and that be the Bossmans doin', crazy ting is that shit seem to bother me more than it do you. I ain't think you mentioned the shit once, or maybe I jus' zoned out while you spoke on it coz on the real you bore the life outta me. So here be some advice for ya, if you wanna walk outta this tag ting wit' the dub ya should try talkin' to me an' I might jus' fall asleep in the middle a that ring, or maybe you ain't get a chance to speak 'fore ya find my fist in ya mouth. Coz I ain't need a reason to hit a woman, professionally... But you bein' number one contender to the big strap give me a reason for real coz if ya ask me I'm a tell 'em all you ain't even deserve to be in the five way ting, or shit maybe ya did. Maybe you were right at home amongst ya ilk, out there wit' Bullet, Sullivan, Areano and Ol' whats his name. Maybe that be right where ya fit in, slottin' in nice a tight wit' a couple a never weres an' another couple a never will bes."
He reaches down the side of the sofa again for another bottle of beer and quickly twists the lid off.
"None the less ya got the dub and that be all that matter, so they say, but you ask me I'mma tell ya the most important ting about it be how you did it. And that leave a real big question for ya to answer fam, coz ain't no over the top rope bullshit involved this time out. Nah, if you want this dub ya gonna have to earn it but only ting ya done earned yaself is another grade A whoopin' from man Like Skrabz an' you an' Bullet ain't nuttin' but the first in line."
"This Butcher got the Blade now they ALL on the chop block These Bunnies left in awe, sell 'em raw as a job lot"
He guzzles his beer again, greedily consuming half the bottle in a couple of seconds.
"So me an' that War Queen, we 'bout to roll into that Magness Arena and roll back out wit' the dub an' ya know man means it when he says he'd do it alone if he had too. Coz truth is I ain't need the help, so Queen can stay on the shelf and watch me handle the ting alone if she want fam, I ain't afraid a the work. It be all I know. Coz unlike some of you out here who walked away from ya rich families I done scratched and clawed my way from nuttin' to make suttin'..."
"First I did it for the money now it's jus' to make myself proud
Still when that milli on my name my first thought; take myself out!"
"Yeah, coz ya can take the man outta poverty but ya can't change his mindset. But mine set on one ting and one ting only."
Again he greedily drinks his beer, quickly finishes what remains of the amber liquid.
"An' it ain't take a fuckin' genius to work out what that be."
He pauses, his eyes locked on the camera as he takes a slow toke on his joint.
He shakes his head.
He leans forward and taps at his phones screen, ending the recording.
Admin: Note that the deadlines have changed. I made the change for the convenience of the other judges.
May 17, 2021 15:21:30 GMT -6
Admin: Hope everyone is enjoying their 4th of July weekend/week/day! 💪💯💯
Jul 4, 2021 14:22:58 GMT -6
Admin: Where do yall hist photos? I'm thinking about switching sites, because I'm paying a monthly subscription for Photobucket and they got watermarks back on my images. I'm guessing it's a glitch or something, but it's already been two days.
Aug 7, 2021 6:56:18 GMT -6
The Purge: I use Imgur - and I've never paid a cent for their services, and no water marks
Aug 7, 2021 8:48:13 GMT -6
Deleted: o.o Lord, Rob! Get away from Photobucket ASAP! I’m with Haircin — use Imgur. It’s way better and costs nothing.
Aug 8, 2021 16:28:35 GMT -6
Admin: I appreciate yall! ✊💯💯 Ima look into it this week. Apologies to everyone if some of the images for the show tonight have that Photobucket watermark. I didn't have the time today obviously to make any switches. But I will make time this week. 💯💯
Aug 8, 2021 17:43:04 GMT -6
Admin: Katrina will probably be happy too as she was just telling me I was crazy for paying monthly for a photo host. Lol.
Aug 8, 2021 17:44:00 GMT -6
Admin: ***NOTE*** I moved the deadline up 12 hours to give the judges an extra day to read over the rps.
Aug 10, 2021 15:29:37 GMT -6
Admin: Started messing with Imgur today and confirmed to myself that Imgur was the original photo host I was using for Season One and the beginning of Season Two of MHW. Something made me mad and thats when I switched to Photobucket. I don't remember what though.
Aug 12, 2021 16:08:47 GMT -6
Admin: Ima still switch back to it though, because the Photobucker watermarks are still showing up on some images.
Aug 12, 2021 16:09:19 GMT -6
Admin: ***Just A Reminder*** The new deadline is less than 24 hours away. 💪💯💯
Aug 20, 2021 9:45:58 GMT -6
cmosh: Marisol Vilaró is Spanish, she is from Spain
Sept 14, 2021 22:50:17 GMT -6
Admin: Noted 💪💯💯 So I can get Rrina to teach me how to pronounce her name.
Sept 15, 2021 15:35:32 GMT -6
cmosh: Don't worry I don't know how to pronounce it either. She is actually played by someone else, so it is sometimes hard to do RP's with them due to our work schelduce but I am alound to use the character over here
Sept 15, 2021 19:28:12 GMT -6
Admin: Trying something different with the match writing, based off of research and just to try something new. It's a hit or miss concept, so feedback would be appreciated. ThrowDown will also debut the new layout concept. AMMO will start with that new layout...
Sept 18, 2021 8:35:55 GMT -6
Admin: ...on the following AMMO. This AMMO will just have the new match writing idea.
Sept 18, 2021 8:36:32 GMT -6
cmosh: I want to apologize to everyone for not doing a rp this week. Just been a tough week at work and other things got in the way as well, again I'm really sorry for not rping this week
Sept 18, 2021 21:07:43 GMT -6
Admin: It happens, brudda!
Sept 19, 2021 19:49:09 GMT -6