The place was barely half full and if you were to ask anyone that was there they probably wouldn’t remember it, but this was the best night of my life, and I’ve been married twice. So that says a lot about how much it means to me, or my marriages, I suppose it depends on your perspective. From my perspective, the biggest mistake I ever made came from this night, the best night of my life.
I won’t tell you where I was. I’ll just tell you I was there.
In the ring. In my home-town.
It was the culmination of four years of hard graft; gallons of blood and sweat, and few tears shed along the way. But I was there, right on the verge, on the cusp. I put on the match of my career, the match that was going to set me on my way, and I did it in the right fucking place to do it. There really was nowhere better, no bigger stage. I had eight minutes to win over a new crowd, a crowd that had no idea of the work I’d put in, and I did it in four. I can still hear them shouting my name. I can still hear the cheers, and I can still hear the boos as my shoulders were pinned for the three.
“I love it, kid. That’s good shit!”
Those were the first words out of his mouth.
“I’ll be in touch!”
Short, sweet, and to the fucking point. It was a big night for him too.
I walked through that building surrounded by some of the greatest this business has seen and I felt like I was home. I belonged.
None of them would remember me.
Why would they?
After a quick shower I got dressed and took my complimentary seat. When the show was over I went backstage to see if I could help anyone in any way. Call it arse kissing if you want (and it was), but if that was what I had to do to get ahead I was going to fucking do it.
“I can’t guarantee you anything, but I can give you an opportunity.”
That was enough. I shook his hand in less than a second and the deal was done. I was on my way.
It was gone two in the morning by the time I got home but Susan was up, waiting for me. I told her how well it had all gone but she didn’t seem happy. I was so caught up talking about myself I hadn’t even noticed how fucking distracted she was.
And that was it. That was why I made the biggest mistake of my life.
“I'm fuckin' worried about you dad!” Craig spoke with frustration and love in his voice. “Ever since Rachel died all you've done is work behind this poxy bar, you stand there in this shithole pulling pints for scumbags all day night and now this? THIS?”
Behind the bar, Bobby Sutton sighed then gritted his teeth as he listened to his eldest child lecture him.
“You must be out of your fucking mind, dad. This has got to be a mid-life crisis. Can you even explain yourself?”
Bobby balled his hand and slammed it down on the mahogany bar in front of him, glasses rattled as the solid wood bounced and vibrated under his fist.
“WHAT!?... To you?” Bobby sneered at his first born. “You want me to explain myself to you? Who the fuck do you think you are you ungrateful little shit!?” Bobby's words left his mouth with fury as he looked up to meet his son's gaze.
“Thirty fuckin' years I've raised you, wiped your tears and and your arse I did and you stand here in my pub and lecture me about all I do is work!? It's all I've ever done and most of the time it was for you lot! So a little fuckin' gratitude wouldn't go amiss, whenever you're fuckin' ready.” Bobby stood proud, his head tilted up slightly, allowing him to maintain eye contact with his taller boy.
“Are you finished!?” Craig asked somewhat patronisingly, looking down on his stocky father.
“AM I FINISHED!? Am I fuckin' finished? The audacity of him!.” Bobby raged, his eyes bulged in his head as he slammed his fists down on the mahogany bar again with fury.
“Dad, you're crazy right now. What the fuck's gotten in to you....”
“You really wanna know do ya?” Bobby took two glass from the above bar shelving then dropped a couple of ice cubes into each of them before turning around to face the wall hung bottles of spirits and liquors. After filling each glass with as much whiskey as they could hold he turned back to his son, he passed him a glass then nodded his head towards a table. “Sit dahn!” Bobby barked at Craig who sighed then walked over to the table, placed his glass atop it and sat down.
“You just listen, alright? You understand?” Bobby told Craig sternly before taking a gulp of whiskey. Craig nodded his head a couple of times as he slowly spun his drink on the table top. “I'm tellin' ya Craig, don't you say a fuckin' word!..." Bobby took a moment, and another gulp of his whiskey, before continuing. "I haven't got anyfin' else left son. The pubs, the clubs, the cars... women. It's all gone. All my pals are either locked up or in the dirt, your mum hates me, and Rachel... god bless her soul, she's not here. You brothers and sisters won't talk to me..."
“Can you blame them, I mean after...”?
“I fuckin' told you Craig, YOU JUST LISTEN! Don't make me tell you again, son!..." Bobby took a moment to compose himself before continuing. "I stand behind that bar over there every day and night, back where I started when your mum first fell pregnant with you... And all I've got is memories and questions. Memories of what I've had and lost, built and destroyed, and questions of what could have been... I can't get back what I had Craig, but I can do something.”
“What?” Craig asked, clearly not yet swayed by his fathers passionate speech.
“I can change the fuckin' question! Instead of standing behind that bar asking what could've been I can step out and start asking, what's going to be?”
“I think you've lost the plot, dad.”
“No, son." Bobby replied firmly, shaking his head in defiance. "I lost it thirty years ago. What I've done now is find it... Now drink your drink or fuck off.”
Craig considered his dads words for a second then took a sip of his whiskey. "And why Denver?... Why fly all the way out there when you could find somewhere to work right here, at least here your health care costs won't bankrupt when you get hurt."
"Because Denver has Mile High Wrestling, and Mile High Wrestling has the Mile High Cup. And face it son, what other chance have I got of working a crowd like that? I don't want empty halls and and days on the road, I've done all that before. I want what I was on the cusp off before I gave it all up, but I ain't got years to do it... I've got months at best. So if I'm gonna do this and do it properly, this is the only way."
"Dad, I really think you should reconsider this." Craig interrupted, concern growing within him.
"The deal's already done. One night, Mile High Spectacular Three. Maybe I do well. Maybe the contract gets extended..."
"And if you don't do well?... What if you get hurt?"
Bobby cast his glance downwards, fixing it on his whiskey as he gently swirled the glass in his hand "Well... It really don't matter, boy. Because I'm already hurting..." He downed the brown fluid and slammed the glass on the table. "And one way or another..." His lifted his head, looking across the table and making eye contact with his son. "I'm not just going to change the question, I'm going to fuckin' answer it!"
Craig thought for a second then nodded before downing his whiskey too. "I'll get us another one." He told his dad as he picked up both empty glasses and walked towards the bar.
"Mile High Wrestling..."
"I come to you a broken man."
“I come to you weak and weary."
"I come to you in mourning."
"I come to you remorseful, seeking repentance for a life not lived. I come to you as a man who walked away from his shot in a business all of you have dedicated your lives to. But while you fought in rings and bled on canvases, I fought back tears to turn scraps into sustenance. You have sacrificed for your livelihoods, for your families... And so have I. You have the adoration of your fans, the Mile High Club and elsewhere, spread across the United States and stretching to the far flung reaches of the globe, who celebrate your successes and weep for your failures."
"When you win they win and when you lose they lose with you. That's your reward, and theirs, for your sacrifices. Your bodies ache more with each passing day, and so does mine! But for my sacrifices, nobody cheered."
"For my failings... I weep alone."
"I have a body worn through age and work and nothing else. Everything I strived for is gone. My successes squandered, crumbled to dust by the hands of time I walked away from this business and left a hole in my soul that nothing else could fill. I built an empire, I raised a family, and now it all lays in ruin... And all I can think about is that decision I made thirty fuckin’ years ago.
"I come to you... a broken... fuckin'... man."
"I gave up this business for my family, my first wife, my children..."
"They hate me, despise me... That’s my reward.”
"If my decisions and choices have taught me anything it's that hard work and love hurt, money comes and goes, good times don't lastbut regrets fuckin' do. So if I could change one thing, and only one thing, in my life... I wouldn't have walked away thirty years ago. I would have grabbed the bull by his horns, jumped on his fuckin' back and rode him gallopin’ to the horizon."
"A man without direction is doomed to walk in circles and I'm tired of coming back to the same fuckin' question. So on July Twenty Fifth I walk back up to that bull, kick him right in his great big swinging bollocks and I change the fuckin' question when I compete for the Mile High Cup at Mile High Spectacular Three. Of course I stand no chance of winning. No fuckin' chance at all. They'll say I'm too fuckin' old and too fuckin' slow to keep up with any of you. I'm past my prime before I've even started. They'll say that, that bull is gonna rear back and take my head right off my fuckin' shoulders... but they won't ever wonder if that's what I want him it to do."
"I don't need to win, mark my fuckin' words I'm gonna try, but ultimately I just need to do this. One more time. Just so I know... just so I know what it could have been like."
“I’m not here to rebuild my empire, or to forge a new one."
"I’m just here to fill the hole.”
"Mile High Wrestling... I come to you a broken man."
Post by anastasiabaudelaire on Jul 16, 2021 14:50:18 GMT -6
Anastasia Baudelaire started attending fashion school when she was 18. She took all the money she had to move from Senlis to Paris and attended the Paris Fashion Institute until she was 20 years old.
When she started becoming famous, she wasn't at all stuck up, because she wasn't used to being treated so nice. In fact, she was forever thankful for this. But, of course, eventually she got used to it, and today she is an example of how much being famous can change you.
We see a limo pull up to start the scene. A man steps out of the driver's seat and opens the backseat. Anastasia steps out of the limo and the man closes the door behind her. She is wearing a long fancy dress that you can tell cost a lot of money. She walks towards her three-story mansion and stands by the door for about five seconds before yelling at the man that opened the car door to open the door to her mansion for her. He rushes over and opens the door. Anastasia walks into her mansion, and the man shuts the door back before shaking his head and walking back to the limo.
Inside of Anastasia's mansion, her personal assistant, Claude Abreo, gives her a bowl of cucumbers, which Anastasia puts on her eyes and she immediately makes herself comfortable on a big fancy chair. Claude waits for Anastasia to put the cucumbers back in the bowl so he can leave because even being in Anastasia's presence makes him uncomfortable.
When she does he immediately runs away to put the cucumbers back before Anastasia has to tell him to. Anastasia looks in one of the many mirrors she has in her house and smiles widely.
Then she looks at the camera and begins speaking.
"I might have lost that AMMO Championship match, but I almost did win, you saw. And now I am getting an oppurtunity for the Mile High Cup. And the only person who won that cup was Reaper, a.k.a. Forge. And, he wasn't nearly as good as me, but he was probably the best out of everybody in the first run of MHW, just by a little tiny bit, since I wasn't there. So, obviously I will win this cup, I mean, duh! Only the best win the Mile High Cup!"
Anastasia isn't even laughing. She smiles, but her eyes are the most serious you have ever seen them. You can see she is the most determined to win a match since her first.
"How about I start with Bruiser. Becca, here we are again. We once again step into the ring with each other. Ugh, la vie est un tel ennui. I need to start getting payed more. I mean, stepping in the ring with you is basically my life, and the only thing I get out of it is squashing you every week. MHW must choose the winners or something, based on their looks, because though people usually see champions as big, muscular men and women, you could never be a champion. Sometimes when I step into the ring with you, I think you're going easy on me or something. Yeah, it's really getting boring."
Anastasia rolls her eyes. She either thinks it really is boring, or is trying to show her hatred towards Becca.
"But you know the Spectacular is going to be better. You're always talking about those two knee injuries you went through, right? Bruiser, why do you talk openly about that? Avez-vous une idée de ce dont je suis capable?"
Anastasia laughs wickedly.
"And, goodness, people are so angry over the littlest things nowadays. That Kim Steal or whatever her name is almost got run over by a train because she was bullied? And, like I cared, but I found out you were apparently bitter over the fact that you had to start wrestling late in your life and boy does that story sound familiar! I started wrestling at what, age 30? Wait, I just discovered another perfect thing about myself! I handle things better than anyone! Gee, there really are no limits to my perfection..."
Anastasia looks in the mirror once again, smiling at herself.
"I am also going to be stepping into the ring with Katrina 'Hairicin' Knox. What is a hairicin? Sorry, I don't know Irish."
"So, Katrina, you're classified, huh? Phone!"
Claude Abreo immediately comes up and gives Anastasia a Falcon Supernova iPhone 6. After he leaves, Anastasia appears to be typing something on the phone. After a few seconds, she begins speaking, still looking down at the phone.
"Hmmmm, let's see. So, tell me, are you arranged in classes or categories, or are you a small advertisement in a newspaper and organized in categories? According to Google, you have to be one of the two to be classified. Obviously you are very classified, whichever way you are, because that's the only word I could find in your bio. Either that or you don't have any talent except being an advertisement in a newspaper."
Anastasia snaps her fingers and Claude Abreo comes up to grab the phone. Anastasia yells at him to put some gloves on before he touches the $50 million phone. He leaves for a moment and comes back with gloves on. He takes the phone and leaves. Anastasia looks back at the camera to speak again.
"And then there's Meizumi Kirigawa. Wait, weren't you a model? Well, guess what, sweetheart, I was a supermodel. Those are two very different job titles, so if you think you are as great as me, you must be a very unintelligent little girl. Vous devez vouloir être moi si mauvais! But, I mean, who can blame you?"
Anastasia shrugs and laughs before speaking once again.
"And I heard how the commentators thought you were soooo pretty last week. Well, don't be happy about it, the commentators don't talk about how beautiful I am because they're scared that they're going to hurt people like you, hurt their feelings. Because if you were standing next to me, the commentators would be talking about how you are soooo ugly. And you'd be running to your daddy, crying. Probablement pourquoi vous l’amenez avec vous, hein?"
Anastasia smiles as if she made a hilarious joke.
"Next up is Talia Areano. Oh yeah! I remember you! You were my very first opponent ever. You probably think it's an honor, right? Well it is! You were sooo easy! You aren't good at all! I don't believe you when you say that you have won more than ten wrestling championships. Si vous dites la vérité, les sociétés de lutte doivent avoir les pires patrons!"
Anastasia nods with a sideways frown.
"And here is why I don't think you are worth anything. Because, Talia, even though I knew that I would've won if you wouldn't have cheated, I still expected, uh, not exactly more of a challenge, but that you wouldn't be like, peut-être la superstar la plus surestimée de MHW."
Anastasia nods again, but this time laughing.
"You got so much attention when you beat me, and no surprise there since I'm amazing, but you've barely won any matches since then, so this should be an easy one. I'm the greatest person in this match, but I think that anyone can eliminate you, Talia! No wonder everyone 'overlooks you'. You want to prove yourself in the ring? Well, first of all, get a facelift girl, you are so ugly! Second, improve your fighting skills by 15,000,000 miles. Third, ask Robert Mack to never put you in a match with me ever again, okay?"
Anastasia laughs again, clearly very amused.
"I will also be fighting Bobby Sutton. Sorry, the 'Guvnor' Bobby Sutton. Wait, were you the governor of France a few years ago? No, you can't be. I swear, if you were governor, I would have another reason to not watch the news, because I'd have to look at you all the time and, ew, that'd give me nightmares. Thank goodness you work in a pub, where people won't even remember anything that happened in there."
Anastasia laughs once again.
"And I also forgot! Didn't your wife divorce you 15 years ago? And your second wife died, didn't she? And four of your kids hate you? No surprise there, I mean, you were yelling at him for like 7 hours. I don't care if my personal assistant Claude hates me, but you obviously care if your son hates you, you're all depressed about it and all. Wow, you must be so jealous of my wealthy lifestyle. I mean, J’étais mannequin, vous travaillez dans un pub. Poor baby! Oops, I mean, poor grandpa! Seriously, how old are you, like 180 years old?"
Anastasia laughs and begins slapping her knee.
"You couldn't even say anything bad about me! All you talked about in your promo is how 'oh, I don't need ta win dis match, but I'll try ma best' and 'I'm givin' all I got.'"
Anastasia tries her best mocking country accent when she says this.
"Bobby, I understand why your family abandoned you. You are so unintelligent! And clearly you think I am intelligent, because you couldn't say anything bad about me in your promo. And then, you didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, so you decided to not talk about any of your other opponents either. Yep, definitely reminds me of a nice old grandpa that doesn't want to play favorites with his grandbabies! Well I'm not your grandbaby. Your grandbaby wouldn't lock you into the Total Makeover."
Anastasia gives a side smile.
"Anyway, my final opponent is Annie Tran. Your theme song goes 'you have too many faces.' Your nickname is 'Many Faces' as well. Êtes-vous fier de cela ou de quelque chose du genre? I only have one face, and that is the prettiest face you have and will ever see. And if you literally had many faces, I would have nightmares."
Anastasia gives a disgusted face.
"Because that one face is the ugliest thing I have ever seen. That's probably why you were a cosplayer. You wanted to look like the so-called pretty movie and book characters, which aren't that beautiful, but whatever."
"Cosplayers are so silly-looking. I bet everyone was crowding around you then, but who were you dressing as, Annie, Grumpy from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs? The bear version of Queen Elinor from Brave?"
Anastasia laughs so hard that she starts slapping her knee again.
"This is going to be so easy. I will beat all of you guys. So just cross your fingers and hope I don't break your neck at the Spectacular. See you then."
The scene closes with Anastasia smiling but still looking determined to win the Cup.
We find Katrina “Hairicin” Knox walking through a field. Dressed in her colors, her MHW Hardcore Title over her shoulder, she continues to walk along, the background blurry from the sun but occasional shadows can be seen. As she walks along, one could hear the grunts of exertion, followed by the clanging of metal, and splintering of wood. Katrina moves the camera away from the sun and we see what appears to be a renaissance fair of sorts, in the middle of it all, a fighting ring. Katrina sits down on a small cliff to admire the festivities below.
“Delusions. That’s what I hear and see when most of the people in this match have spoken up over time. They use their looks to get noticed. They use bald-faced lies to get others to believe them. Some even use selective memory. Who among you can actually FIGHT?!”
Katrina turns to the camera with a pained and agitated look on her face.
“Bruiser, you know damn well I don’t include you in my question, because I’m sure you’ve asked the same question. Aye, if they wanted US to fight, they could have easily just booked a Champion vs Champion showcase match and left the others to fend for themselves. The thing is, of ALL the matches on this show, this is the only thing that will be for certain.
A Shieldmaiden is walking away with the win.”
Katrina turns the camera back to the action as she continues to talk.
“The last time there was a Battle Royal of this magnitude, it was won by Reaper. I was barely in the picture during that time, but the stories I heard about the intensity of the man are remarkable. Sometimes it takes someone to raise that sword and shield, and become that dominant force. Someone whose intensity becomes the stuff of legend.
That force… is me.
Meizumi Kirigawa. Honey, if you spent half the time you spend trying to be a thirst trap on social media, you’d likely be a contender. No disrespect to you, lass, but you need to focus just a little bit. You’re stepping into a wrestling ring with two champions and a lot of hopefuls. You’re gonna need to keep your head on a swivel, step out of the just being glad to be here, and get your hands dirty. THAT is how you get noticed in Mile High Wrestling.
Talia Areano. I expected more of you, but so far, you’ve done little of note, and that saddens me because I’ve seen what you could do in WWA, and then you come here and it’s like somebody is doing a bad cosplay or something because I refuse to believe it’s the same person. Sadder thing is, it IS the same person. You could do SO much better, lass. I invite you, for this match, to prove to these people you belong here.”
Katrina sighs and turns the phone back to herself, as she tilts her head, giving a look of confusion.
“Anastasia Baudelaire, je ne savais pas que je t'avais frappé si fort pour que tu m'oublies. Let me remind you, little girl. ThrowDown Rise when I pinned you to win this…”
Hairicin holds up the Hardcore Championship to the camera.
“So, you can quit lying to the world by saying you don’t know what, and who, I am. I thought maybe after the last time, you’d have learned a bit of respect. I catch you this time? I’ll make sure you remember me for the rest of your miserable life.
Annie Tran. For somebody with many faces, not one of them has bothered to show themselves since you signed your damn contract. Respect the business, respect the roster, respect the fans. Or get out. That’s all I have to say to you.”
Hairicin gets up again and starts to pace with her phone in her hand.
“Mr. Sutton, you are the enigma in all of this. On one hand, I’ve been raised to respect my elders. On the other, I cannot enter any match looking to be second-place. I listened to your story, I was empathetic to it until I started thinking about it, and you’re effectively asking us to put you out of your misery. That is a slippery slope that I will not descend, I won’t give you the mercy killing you desire. What I will do is yeet your old and broken ass out of the ring if you get in my way.”
Katrina cringes at something she saw and rubs her chest like she was wounded, before shaking her head.
“They’re going to feel that tomorrow, I felt that all the way up here.
Last but not least, we have the other Maguire in the match, my sister Bruiser. Funny how we have wives called Psycho and Banshee, and yet we’re the protectors, huh? You are probably the only one in this match who is going to make things interesting. I almost predict the others will be sent over that top rope in the first two minutes, and it’ll be you and I throwing hands like we do when we’re training. We know each other’s styles, we know each other’s weaknesses and strengths. It’ll be size against grit. As much as I said I don’t go into any match expecting to be second, if I end up second to you, I’m fine with that. As I also said, a Shieldmaiden is walking out of this match a winner.
Make no mistake about it, though. I hold my title like it’s the World Title. I defend it like I’m main-eventing. And I carry myself, and train myself, to be able to do that successfully. While it may not be on the line, I’m not going to allow anyone, including you, the ability to say they bested me. And when I have faced everyone and beaten them, I’ll trade this title for something more prestigious, and carry THAT title the same way I carry this one.
Denver, it’s Hurricane Season.”
Just before Katrina can turn off the video, her phone rings.
“Yes, this is she… oh, hello, Una… yes, was just filming it on my camera phone, I’m watching medieval fighting… I think so?... yes, ma’am.”
When Katrina ends the call, so too does the video with it.
The scene opens just as Becca “Bruiser” Maguire, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire and Jackie “Bandit” Layton make their way towards Bandit’s black and gold 2018 Ford Mustang as Bruiser sends a quick text message on her phone before the three enter the vehicle.
Just texted Ale askin’ to meet us at Jenni’s place.
Bandit nods quickly and gets in the driver’s seat.
Alright, let’s get moving. We don’t want to get over there and find out we’re rolling up on a crime scene.
Once the three buckle up, Bandit fires up the engine and they begin their journey to the house of Jackson Shane’s girlfriend, Jenni Taylor.
So then. Now that Kara and Tori ain’t here… what do ya’ll really think has happened? Coz I don’t know about the two o’ ya’ll… but given what we know about those fuckin’ gammy gowls already… I’m certain this was them tryin’ to fuckin’ silence the one person we have that could help ‘em get Rose back.
Psycho nods quickly from the backseat.
Aye, tha bae me as well!
The way I see it, there’s a slight, like minuscule, less than one percent chance it really was just some random act of senseless violence carjacking from some douche looking for drug money or something similar. There’s a greater chance and absolute likelihood that it’s exactly what you and Killer are thinking. That Frank and Anne Carter have pulled some serious shit because they are really that arrogant but also really have no idea who and what they are fucking with and honestly think there will be no consequences or repercussions from this.
She exhales as they continue on down the road.
There’s another small chance that this is something from that crew that tried to grab Corrie, Tommie and Tammy and they have learned not a damn thing from what happened the last two times they came into contact with us.
She nods as she makes a right turn.
And then there’s the possibility that this actually has nothing to do with us and everything to do with his family. You’re from their neck of the woods, you might even remember his father and uncle.
Aye, Mickey the Blade and Razor Ronnie… Irish gangsters from Hell’s Kitchen. Nobody ever fuckin’ messed with those lads… well… some did… but anyone who did ended up never being seen again.
The older Maguire folds her arms across her chest.
Aye, it could have nothin’ to do with us and somethin’ to do with them.
She turns her attention to Bandit.
But what are we gonna fuckin’ do if it is Frank and Anne? Coz ya’ll know the moment Kara finds out for definite that they’re behind it, she’s gonna fuckin’ grab her gun and go off to put an end to it all by herself.
Bandit exhales heavily again.
None of those options end well. Random act, means we hunt down some rando and he’s gator bait. The other crew... means we’re at war locally and shit’s on. The two family options are the most complicated because both of them present knee jerk reactions that are not good. We know right now, Kara, Widow, RJ, Ash, if any of them find out somebody close to family took a shot at Jackson over Rose or some other ancient business slight, the first thing any of them are going to want to do is grab their gun and go shooting…
Aye, Kara’s already there regardless. She wanted tae bae shootin’ places up tae baegin wit. If she bae findin’ out her own parents went tae thaese lengths tae bae kaepin’ Rose, there willna bae stoppin’ her or talkin’ her down…
Ale will try.
Aye, she will, an’ she’ll bae failin’ miserably.
Aye. Ale may have managed to calm her down before, but this time? Naw. Only way we’re stoppin’ her from findin’ and killin’ her parents is by knockin’ her ass out. Which I know neither o’ us wanna do but… it’ll be our only fuckin’ option.
Bandit nods as she turns again.
I suppose right now, we just need to hope that we’re wrong and this really was some rando. It’ll make things a whole lot easier, especially if Jackson pulls through. I cannot imagine having to be the poor bastard that has to go up to the prison in New Jersey and tell Michael Francis Coonan that his eldest son, the one who didn’t try to follow him into the life and instead went into law practice, has been taken out.
Just like I can’t imagine how we’re going to tell Jenni and her mother what we are doing here now.
Bandit brings the car to a stop as the three Maidens look at the house in front of them.
One o’ the downsides o’ the kinda lifestyle we live. Always gonna have these fuckin’ gammy gowls tryin’ to take us or people we know out… and sometimes they succeed and then we gotta be the ones to deliver the fuckin’ news.
Bruiser unbuckles her seat belt and again folds her arms across her chest.
Now we just gotta wait for Ale to get here and then we’ll get to it. Ya’ll heard anythin’ from Kara about Jackson yet?
No, but right now, no news... is good news.
As she says this, three motorcycles pull up being ridden by Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, her brother, Cisco Carbajal, and Carmen Lucia “Turbo” Leija. They park their bikes and nod to their three sister Maidens.
He’s in hospital, but he’s not gone yet.
I sent Kara, Tori and Mox there to see if they can find any info on what happened and to keep us updated on his condition.
The Shieldmaiden’s Road Captain turns her attention back to the house.
Now comes the fuckin’ hard part o’ tellin’ poor Jenni and her mother what’s goin’ down.
They have been together near a decade and he is who got her mother out of prison in the UK. This will hit them both hard.
Bruiser, Psycho and Bandit all exit the car and huddle up with Bullet, Turbo and Cisco.
Aye well… let’s hope we’re able to give them good news after we’ve had to deliver the bad. Let’s do this.
The rest of them nod before all six of them make their way to the front door of the house as the scene fades.
July 21, 2021
Maguire Residence in New Orleans, Louisiana
The scene re-opens to find Bruiser sitting in front of the camera with her AMMO Television Championship draped over her shoulder as she’s looking down to the floor.
Mile High Spectacular 3… and the Mile High Cup…
She slowly lifts her head up, glaring and snarling into the camera.
I’m very fuckin’ familiar with both o’ them! I’m the only fuckin’ entrant in this match who took part in the last one at Mile High Spectacular 2! And I was the last one eliminated by the one who won in Reaper!
A brief smirk crosses her lips before the snarl returns.
Aye, Reaper was fuckin’ dominant durin’ his entire time here in Mile High! And even if that fuckin’ airhead, Baudelaire wants to go ahead and diminish his ability coz apparently, despite the fact she’s only won ONCE since arrivin’ here… runnin’ her fuckin’ mouth about bein’ the best?! Fact is… the lad was unstoppable!
Bruiser folds her heavily tattooed arms across her chest as she leans back.
Despite that though… not only did I outlast eight other fuckin’ competitors to stand toe to toe with him… I was also the only one in the fuckin’ company who had the guts to step up to the big bastard and take him head on!
She leans forward again.
And ya wanna know somethin’ else?! Even if I had known that Reaper was one o’ my brothers-in-arms this entire time in Forge?! I would have still fuckin’ stepped up to take him head on! Coz that’s what we fuckin’ do! The Shieldmaidens and our brothers in the Chrome Dragons?! If we find ourselves havin’ to do battle against one another in matches?! We don’t fuckin’ whine, bitch and moan about havin’ to face those who we ride with! We shut the fuck up and we kick the shite outta each other and then drink together afterwards!
Now, Harry… I heard what ya’ll had to say… and I don’t need to fuckin’ tell ya that I respect ya! And aye, what ya’ll said was right… one o’ us will be the one to walk out with the Mile High Cup! But it’s gonna be me!
She points to herself, her eyes filled with intensity.
Ya’ll may be big! And aye… last time ya’ll were in a multi-person match was the Fatal Four Way at Rise when ya’ll won that Hardcore Championship ya proudly wear on ya shoulder! But ya’ll ain’t stepped in the rin’ with me yet! Sparrin’ at our personal gym is a lot fuckin’ different from steppin’ into that squared circle with me when that camera is rollin’ and the bright lights are shinin’ on us! Ya youn’... and ya’ll have a lot o’ years left in this industry… and that’s why I’m gonna fuckin’ make sure that I’m the one walkin’ outta Mile High Spectacular with that cup!
Bruiser doesn’t move, her focused glare remains on the camera.
I don’t fuckin’ care if Baudelaire still believes she’s better than everyone in this match like the fuckin’ moron that she is! I don’t fuckin’ care that Sutton wants to be put out o’ his pathetic fuckin’ misery! I don’t fuckin’ care what Kirigawa, Areano and Tran have to say and I also don’t care that Knox will try everythin’ in her power to make sure she ain’t bested by me!
Maguire points to herself again.
I’m the most experienced competitor in this fuckin’ match! I’m the only fuckin’ participant who knows what it takes to win this kinda match! But most importantly?! I’m the one who wants to fuckin’ win this match more than any o’ ya’ll! I’m the one who wants that cup more! And I will do whatever it fuckin’ takes to win it!
She readjusts her championship over her shoulder.
As the Mile High Wrestlin’ AMMO Television Champion, I’m representin’ AMMO in this match! And if I have to fuckin’ kick Baudelaire’s teeth down her scrawny neck to do it?! Then ya’ll can bet I will! If I have to take Sutton around the back o’ the fuckin’ woodshed and put the ol’ bastard down once and for all?! Then I’ll fuckin’ do that too! If I have to end Kirigawa’s, Areano’s or Tran’s careers here in Mile High?! Ya’ll can guaran-damn fuckin’-tee that I’ll do that! And even if I have to fuckin’ beat seven shades o’ shite outta my own sister?! Ya’ll should know by now that I’d have no fuckin’ problems doin’ that too!
She suddenly gets to her feet and storms towards the camera so she’s right up close to it and first points to her championship.
Look at this! Ya’ll see this fuckin’ belt?! This proves that I am capable o’ kickin’ all ya’lls asses and tossin’ every last one o’ ya over that top rope!
Bruiser now points to her eyes.
Now look into my fuckin’ eyes! Ya’ll see this intensity?! Ya’ll see this focus?! None o’ ya’ll are ready to step into that rin’ with me on Sunday! NONE O’ YA’LL!!!
She takes a couple of steps back and places her title back over her shoulder.
This Sunday at Mile High Spectacular 3… the second name to get engraved onto the fuckin’ Mile High Cup will read… Becca... “Bruiser”... Maguire! I dare any o’ ya’ll to try and fuckin’ stop that from happenin’!
Maguire then shoves her hand into the camera, forcing the scene to cut off.
Though the cameras hadn’t caught it, Eikichi left the ring with the biggest grin on his face. Once both he and Meizumi were both backstage, he pulled his daughter into a tight hug.
“Becoming your manager was a good enough honor as it was. Watching you walk in your own footsteps plus my own? You don’t know how beautiful of a display that was.”
"Actually, I think I have a pretty good guess," Meizumi replied quickly, grinning as she lifted her head to look up at her father. Ever since their mother had passed away, he’d lost a certain shine. But tonight … it was definitely back. And that was more than enough to make Meizumi’s own grin widen.
“Just know that as long as you go in and give each fight your all, I’m not gonna demand you have to win every fight. But definitely don’t half-ass any of your brawls, either.”
”Pfft, please. Who do you think you’re talking to? I’d kick myself before you got a chance if I dared started resorting to those sorta tactics.”
From behind them both, a feminine voice cleared her throat. The father-daughter duo turned to see Mile High’s backstage interviewer, Abi Rose, standing with a mic in hand and a smile on her own face.
“Sorry. I didn’t want to interrupt. May I ask you a few questions, Miss Kirigawa?”
”Of course! Go for it!”
Meizumi turned so she was standing beside Eikichi. By the time her posture changed, Abi had the first question enter her head.
“Is there any particular person you want to face one of these days?”
Meizumi’s fingers gently tapped her jaw as she thought about her answer.
”Not going easy on the rookie, I see,” she teased gently, earning a small chuckle from Abi.
“It comes with the job, somewhat unfortunately.”
”Well … the short answer is everyone. Every person will have different fighting styles, and I’ll be able to learn best by thus fighting every person on the roster at least. If you want some specific names for the immediate future? Any of the Shieldmaidens and, actually … El Diablo Blanco. He seems like a very fascinating and honorable fighter. He has a genuine love for this sport, much like this sport, and I’d love to give him a much more respectable fight than Leah did.”
“So you did see that episode?”
Meizumi’s eyes narrowed slightly as she nodded.
”Call me old fashioned, but that was uncalled for. Even less so now that we’re out of the Feudal and Medieval days. She can use ‘War Queen’ to describe herself all she wants, but I just see her as another Tyrant. A competent one, mind you, but still … those types of leaders …”
Meizumi purposely allowed the thought to trail off. Sure enough, the nod Abi gave hinted she put together the unfinished sentence.
“Bold words. But I respect you for voicing them all the same. So what even got you into fighting, if I may ask? You said you weren’t new to this, so what inspired you?”
A stoic look immediately appeared on Meizumi’s face. Eikichi gently rubbed his daughter’s shoulder as his eyes met Miss Rose’s.
“That’s a sensitive topic. But you can know the simplest answer without saying too much is self-defense.”
“Ohhhh. Is that why she primarily knows Aikido?”
Meizumi gave an affirmative nod.
”What a lot of people don’t know, however, is you actually can make Aikido a very offensive martial arts if you pay close enough attention and adapt it well enough. In fact, Nina Williams from the Tekken video games is a perfect example of this.”
“ … Really? So all of her moves are …?”
Meizumi grinned, nodding.
”Offensive Aikido throws and techniques, yes ma’am. They absolutely are. Obviously, I don’t aim to kill like she does, but ---”
“Wait, it can kill too?”
”Well … if you make that your intentions, yes. But that’s why she’s just a video game character. I’m a real person.”
“Thank goodness indeed,” Abi agreed, chuckling slightly nervously. Thankfully, she had a swift way to change topics once more, “So … I noticed a lot of quicks. I didn’t think Aikido was known for that, or … am I wrong?”
Meizumi shook her head.
”Like Azurine noticed, I also have taken some Muay Thai and Brazilian Jui Jitsu. First and foremost, I’m an MMA fighter. Including wrestling moves has been a very interesting but welcome challenge.”
“And given how tonight’s performance went, I’d say your training is paying off thus far. Do you think you’ll be booked for Mile High Spectacular Three?”
”I certainly hope so. But if push comes to shove, I’ll earn my spot for the next Pay-Per-View. That’s a promise!”
“Last one for now, then I’ll let you two head off. I know you said things like championships were secondary on your to-do list here. However, if you could pick which title you want to try fighting for first, which would it be?”
Another pause lingered before Meizumi nodded and swiftly revealed her answer.
”The Hardcore or Phoenix Championships … at least to start with. Naturally, the Ultimate is its own goal, but I understand one match doesn’t yet make me worthy of being able to look at that as my first option. So I’ll work towards it.”
“Fair enough. Thank you both very much for your time.”
Both Eikichi and Meizumi gave Abi Rose a respectful bow of their heads then turned to leave. Eikichi would be the first to turn to his daughter and ask, “What sounds good for dinner?”
”Olive Garden. It’s been forever since we’ve had any type of pasta that wasn’t ramen.”
That earned a chuckle as Eikichi patted her chuckle. “You’re going to work off whatever weight you get from tonight then. Understood?”
”Perfectly. Already ten steps ahead of you, otou-sama.”
21st July, 2021 15:04 PM MST Denver, Colorado Bear Creek Lake On-Camera
As the camera turns on, we see Meizumi sitting near the water, smiling happily.
”If I had to say my favorite part of this sport outside of the fighting aspect? It's traveling. Japan is lovely in its own rights. But being able to explore and take in new sights like this? Absolutely breathtaking.”
Her finger presses against her lips as she smirks.
”Buuuut … we’re not here for that. Fair enough.”
As quickly as the happier expression appeared, a more stern one replaced it.
”I’ve already heard some of your words and, frankly, I’m disappointed. With some more so than others. The Shieldmaidens have basically already declared this to be their victory because their brother-in-arms won the previous Mile High Cup. And admittedly, the fact there are two of them in this fight does suggest numbers can easily play a part …”
Meizumi crosses her arms.
”But before you two go screaming such things, maybe look around the battlefield more carefully, hmmm? I’ll save you both for last and instead talk to the other opponents here real fast. And since you’ve already opened your mouth to me on E-Fedder, you’ve volunteered yourself, Anastasia.”
“Another model like me … or, as she liked to point out, supermodel.”
Meizumi merely grins as she continues.
”Good thing this is a wrestling company and not a modeling one, yes? Look, if you wanna care about the hierarchy of my side job, feel free to. I’ll focus on shocking the whole world. See, I have heard some of your other promos. You … really thought Bruiser was gonna be easy … why now?”
Her eyebrow raises, as if she’s waiting to hear that reply.
”No, seriously. I wanna know that reason. She’s not only a veteran, but has held the AMMO Championship - and kept it - for really good reasons. To hear you just … talk her down …”
Meizumi shakes her head.
”That’s as foolish as trying to say I’m out of the equation. I haven’t been a professional for the longest, no. But the fact is … I have stood across from numerous men and women who, at first, had a lot more experience than me. Starting with Aikido. That’s what our belt tests are for; to prove we’re ready to advance. And maybe you might not care, but … getting to third dan black belt is no simple task.”
“Then again, what more can you expect from some rich woman who seems to have everything in life?”
Her eyes roll as she scoffs.
”I hate going to those types of lines. I really do. But you get what you give. And for the record, yes. I did hear the commentary team. Did I care? Not really. I noted the praise, sure, but I’m not worried about whether I’m the sexiest woman here or not. I’m here to make my own name for myself; nothing more, but nothing less.”
“Awareness … it really does wonders, particularly in this industry. Try paying attention to the details that matter. Don’t worry though; I’ll show you how to do that when we meet in the ring.”
Meizumi flashes a sly wink before shifting her attention.
”I actually want to address the new dark horse for this match next; Bobby Sutton, who is making his debut at this pay-per-view..”
Her hands tuck under her jaw as a pensive look now appears on her face.
”You claimed to be a broken man, but frankly? I disagree. If you’re willing to come here and fight, you can’t be too shattered. I’m not going to say you aren't at all, just not as much as you’re claiming. Regardless, I do know the pain of losing someone you care about. And if for no other reason than I know the type of pain you speak about … I want to at least offer you my condolences.”
Meizumi remains silent for at least a minute before chiming up again.
”Only those foolish enough will think you could easily be the weakest link, but no. I won’t be one of those people. If anything, it’s those with nothing else to lose that are easily some of the most dangerous people. Age is but a number, so while you’re not the youngest among us, that also doesn’t mean anything to me.”
“I don’t know if you can be fixed by coming here … but maybe I can see about helping you find a path to start walking down should you want - or need - that type of help.”
Meizumi bows her head respectfully before moving to the next name.
”Miss Talia … you’ve been around quite a few other feds in addition to Mile High Wrestling. Now … I realize that I admitted being fine with playing double duty when - or if - GCC returns. But that’s only two places. From what I’ve seen you’re in … what? Four? Five?”
Her eyebrow raises again.
”It’s definitely way more than two. That I know for sure and the issue that comes with you being in so many places is your focus and concentration. Are they even here? Or are you eyeing another championship opportunity elsewhere? While your mind is wandering when Mile High Spectacular airs, I’ll have my complete attention divided among each and every one of you.”
“It’s a bit of a shame you’re being as reckless as you are. Loving this sport and wanting to participate … that’s all well and good. But when you get too many wounds and injuries, then what? You can’t fight if someone puts you out of commission, after all.”
“That someone won’t be me, granted. But I know and have met others who won’t hesitate to go to those lengths. Your weakness is something you need to be incredibly cautious of. Because if you go against the wrong people, you could find yourself in very real and legitimate danger.”
“Annie-san .. hello again.”
Meizumi elicits an awkward chuckle.
”I hope you don’t hold any grudges. There’s always a winner as well as a loser. That’s just how this industry works. I saw my opportunity and decided to seize it. Nothing more, nothing less. With that being said, you’re likely hoping to regain some momentum from that last fight, yes? Fair enough. Just remember …”
Meizumi gestures around herself.
”I’m not the only person you gotta look out for. Let’s put another good fight on for the audience, shall we?”
“And last .. but certainly not least … the Shieldmaidens in the form of Bruiser and Haircin. Both current champions. Both certainly live up to their nicknames and reputations. And that’s exactly why it was you two … who disappointed me the most.”
“Oi. Haircin. You wanna call me a thirst trap? What the hell is this then?!”
Meizumi pulls her phone out of her jeans pocket and, after swiping it open, turns it towards the camera.
”Quite the cleavage shot, isn’t it? I guess it’s a good thing you’re spouse is understanding of you posting up such pictures, particularly when - last I checked - you weren’t working for any modeling companies. That also isn’t the only pretty risque image of you on social media, either. And then, if that’s not enough, you Maidens have some company … Bras d’Or. Right?”
After finding a post mentioning the company on E-Fedder, Meizumi nods, glaring at the camera again.
”You yourself may not work there. But you and your sisters own, run it, whatever. So … remind me. Who the hell do you think you are to call me a thirst trap? I don’t give a damn the correct answer is technically The Hardcore Champion, you’re a horrible one. Next time you wanna try to judge me, look at yourself in the mirror just like you did in that same picture. Gizen-sha o kuso.”
Though the words are muttered, the tone by itself is enough to hint they weren’t anything close to nice words.
”And you, Bruiser. You have my congrats on re-earning and retaining the AMMO Championship once again, but that’s as far as it goes. You really think you can end me?”
A knowing smirk crosses Meizumi’s lips.
”As someone who had several close calls with that, are you really going to sink to the same degrees as Adrian Blackthorne and whoever almost ended your career first did?”
She gives a firm nod.
”Mhm, I do know about Adrian. And that truly must have been an unfortunate encounter. So just as I asked Haircin who she was to try to judge me, who the hell are you to try to walk in the same footsteps as your past assailants? You may be perfectly capable of achieving such a feat. But after all the Hell you must have gone through?”
Meizumi shakes her head in disgust.
”I’d have thought you’d be better than being fine lowering yourself to those standards. On the flip side, it does confirm something I’ve been wondering about you for a while now. You are absolutely terrified of the third - or whatever time - being the final one. I can at least understand you don’t want your career to end. But that desperation you’re now reeking of? Yeah … no …”
Meizumi’s head continues to shake.
”It is not going to do you any favors. It may very well end up resulting in you losing that title you so proudly hold, in fact. Just need the right opponent because, admittedly, you have been put against bakas who have assumed you would be an easy target. Why? Hell if I still can get that. But all you need to know is should our paths cross, I won’t make that same mistake. Guaranteed.”
Meizumi exhales, letting out a breath that prior till now, she’d been holding.
”The Shieldmaidens may want this, but they sure as hell aren’t the only ones gunning for that Cup. Come Mile High Spectacular 3, you all will see what I can really do. And I hope at least some of you learn that I’m much, much, much more than just ‘another pretty face’.”
With that, the camera fades.
Last Edit: Jul 21, 2021 17:16:18 GMT -6 by Deleted: Coding error. Everything else is the same.
MHW Mile High Spectacular III Is some hours away, with a stacked card with championships on the line and rivalries coming to the boiling point. A highlight of the card is the Mile High Cup; the last Mile High Cup saw Reaper winning the battle royal; this time, it will be a new winner. With the likes of long-standing talent and also new faces of the company as well. One of them being Talia Areano, who is still trying to find her footing in the company; this is her chance to make up for the missed opportunities she has had in the past in one night, winning the Mile High Cup.
As the scene slows comes into the light, a local gym in Denver, Colorado, is in the view. The camera makes its way inside, and a small number of people work out on the machines, warming up and whatnot. Out of the fair number of men and women in the gym, we spotted none other than Talia Arellano, a black Nike sports bra, and yoga pants. She lifts a weight bar loaded heavy with close to a hundred pounds. Talia begins to press it against her chest and lowers it back down with a tremendous amount of effort. Then, doing a couple of presses, she racks it up and wipes the sweat from her face with her towel beside her, and looks at the camera.
"For a while now, I haven't been living up to my full potential in MHW; I have to admit that, sure, in my first match, I showed the world that I am here to shake the company to its core. But as it goes, it allowed words. As a result, I managed to get stuck in the shuffle amongst others in the company, such as El Diablo, MadDog, and others who have recently joined MHW. I had the opportunity to win the Throwdown championship. Unfortunately, I let it slip through my fingers, getting a world title shot, I faded away as well, the chance to get into the Phoenix title, and I lost that match and the moment when I was supposed to get revenge over Crystal Zdunich. Still, someone walked in and took that for me as well."
Talia moves away from the rack and sits down on the weight bench. Her face is in her hands as she shakes her head in pure disappointment.
"I'm tired of all these opportunities disappear from my slight one by one. At MHW's next special event, "Mile High Spectacular III," I have another chance to stand apart from most of the roster in the Mile High Cup. Now I know this won't be an easy match as this match will go by battle royal rules, and the talent that was gathered for this match is pretty stacked."
She picks up a pair of dumbbells and does a couple of reps, which leads to her doing a couple of squats with one of the dumbbells. The looks of Talia's nice butt in her yogi pants catch the eyes of a couple of the men's gym rats.
"One of these talents is...The Guvnor" Bobby Sutton, now Bobby, I have to tell it takes some real guts for a man your age to be stepping inside the squared circle and seeing as this is your first official match. That is something right there; you must be trying to find glory in your old age. It makes me genuinely wonder, do you care about your health in the least? Is retirement not an option for you? Because if I were your age, I would have to question starting a career in this sport. But I am not someone that backs down no matter who they are; since this is considered a battle royal, you could walk out the winner of this match. Survival is the only way to win this match, and it could be your lucky day Bobby. So my eyes will be on you in this match; I will be careful of your whereabouts so there are no opportunities that you can throw me over the top rope."
Talia begins to rerack the dumbbells with her hands on her slim waist. Sweat begins to slide down Talia's exposed skin, obviously down her abs that are peaking out.
"Someone I am familiar with in this match is......Anastasia Baudelaire, Anastasia, when we had our first match in MHW and I defeated you, it must have trigger something deep down inside of you. Because that so-called confidence you had before you is longer there, sure you might try to pretend it's still there, but instead of that confidence, it's doubt. Everyone has seen what you are worth inside that ring on that night. While I still have so much to share, I haven't had the run much thought I would have at this point. We are still pretty early in my MHW career, those championships I won and the achievements I gathered didn't come in a short time. It's the grid; it's when people thought I was done but soon realized they were sleeping on this chica right here.
Talia giggles a little.
"So due all respect Anastasia, no matter how good we both think you are. You are not at the level that I am; when you are journey across the globe seeking talent to make you better, we can talk about it. Once you have won even half of the championship, I have one, and we you dawn a title of Hall of Famer. You can go on about how better you are than me, and even at that point, if you talk about skills, I elevate any roster I join, saying a lot one of us. Plus, I keep telling Robert Mack to put us in the same much. Hopefully, some of my star power will rub on you someday."
She shrugs her shoulders at the camera as she begins to take a seat.
"Katrina Knox, the first Shieldmaiden in this match and the current MHW Hardcore Champion. I have recently been stepping into the ring with many of the Shieldmaiden members, but seeing how all of you make up almost half of the roster, that will be impossible to avoid; I just embraced it now. I agree with you, Katrina; I haven't done anything in MHW. Most would have figured I would be holding a championship by now. But you see, the thing you are missing, Katrina, is while I was successful in WWA, you didn't know the beginning. I had to make myself into that person you looked at with rose-colored glasses. You wanted that chica in WWA; that person is long gone. I have grown a lot since my time WWA and this you will see in the battle royal when I am the one with my hand raised at the end of it. Your chances of winning were pretty high before you questioned the person I am; now I will show you I don't only belong here, but I will be at the very top."
An intense look begins to light up in Talia's brown eyes.
"Annie Tran, one of the recent signees of the MHW. Since you have signed, many have questioned your intentions; you have yet to make your presence in MHW, and while everyone is counting you out. However, I believe you will make this your moment to shine. That you will prove everyone wrong and step out from the shadows and show the world your "many faces."
Talia gives a thumbs up.
"The second Shieldmaiden in this match, Becca Maguire, and the second champion in this beside Katrina. Becca made it very clear; she could care less what I have to say about her in this match. Finally, it looks like she has found that confidence in her heart she has been searching for for a long time. At one point, doubt was there, substantial as ever, no matter in disappearing no time soon. But then she won the Ammo Tv title, and it was said and done. But I have to tell you it's not a brilliant idea to look any of us in this match and you should take it as seriously as you can. Because trust and believe there have been plenty of people who tried to end my career, none has come close yet. I have escaped death in the path, and I am still standing on my two feet. While you are a champion in this company, you are just on a time clock before it takes it from you. That person could end up being me."
Talia raised her eyebrow, giving a smile towards the camera.
"Now, we have the last person in the Mile High Cup, Meizumi Kirigawa. Meizumi, you seem to have many people talking, not sure if it is for the photos you post or your in-ring skills. I have to wonder, honestly. But you see, we have something in common, Meizumi. We are born fighters; I have had an amateur boxing career, even though I fell in wrestling more. But I know the threat you are capable of in a fight, you see Meizumi, I might appear in many places. But the quality of matches I bring to each place I go won't decline for not even a second. I'm in the best shape of my life, and I have to tell you I have had many people do everything in their power to take me out. However, none have succeeded; nobody is capable of killing the fire of Talia Areano. So in this battle royal, Meizumi, not only you but everyone will see a fire that nobody but myself can bring inside that ring."
She licks her lips.
"I have made a lot of people question my abilities inside that ring; I made a lot of people that know shake their heads. But in this battle royal, I am ready to take the chains off; this is my moment to shine right here. This is my chance to climb to the mountain top in the MHW. I have allowed many things to pass me, and that changes in the Mile High Cup. This match will be chaos; before I came to the USA, I was borning poor, immigrating to the USA it was no better in St.Louis I have known chaos all my life, and I have adapted to it well. So this will be home for me, and you all are in my battleground, get ready, amigos. Because I am claiming the Mile High Cup for myself, so get ready because the heat is getting turned up to the max!"
Talia gives a wink and blows a kiss to the camera as she returns to her workout.
Admin: There's this too. We can turn this chatroom into a par-dookie!
May 12, 2021 16:00:11 GMT -6
Admin: I'll be getting off of Twitter soon, and fully committing to EFedder within the next few days. If you haven't joined EFedder yet, you should. 💪💯💯 It's the greatest thing created for efedding in a long time.
May 13, 2021 15:05:01 GMT -6
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: It happens, brudda!
Sept 19, 2021 19:49:09 GMT -6