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Post by Admin on Aug 9, 2021 11:15:25 GMT -6
 Falls Count Anywhere Match
"The Death Dealer" Solomon Cain vs "Psycho" Saoirse MaguireRoleplay Limit: ONERoleplay Deadline: Saturday, August 21, 2021 @ 7AM Central |
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Post by SolomonCain on Aug 20, 2021 10:14:31 GMT -6
It was Christmas night in Cleveland. Two-thousand and twenty. I had returned to my mom’s run-down old house. I had used the money I made in Mile High to buy it, and had planned to have it bulldozed down and build a home for battered women.
Best laid plans, right?
Want to make God laugh, tell him your plans.
Want to make the Devil grin, tell him your plans, and he’ll grin and tell you he’ll give them to you, but make sure you read his fine print.
I had never got the chance to bulldoze that sh*t hole down, and it’s a good thing because after Robert Mack wished me the best in my future endeavors for refusing to go to rehab, I was left with nothing. I sold everything I had in Colorado, and went on a cross-country bender from Colorado Springs to Cleveland, and found myself sitting in the middle of this empty house.
The frigid wind whipped outside and blew through the decrepit house chilling me to the bone. I tried to squeeze the blanket I had dug from a Salvation Army donation box tighter around me, but it was no use. I may freeze to death, and I refused to go out that way. I refused to go out on any terms other than my own.
I pulled the blanket over my head and covered my body in a makeshift cocoon. I looked at my body, and for the first time realized I was withering away. I had lost over seventy pounds, and even lost teeth. I look at my arms, once massive and vascular, but now I had more puncture marks on my arms than I had dollars in my pocket.
I had become a shell of a man, a shell of myself.
I tossed my head back, throwing the blanket off of me, and looked up. I wasn’t looking at the ceiling, I was looking through it to Heaven and cursing God. I wasn’t cursing him for my current state, but for even being alive.
It was time to end this, not on his terms, but on mine.
Don't remember where I was
I realized life was a game
The more seriously I took things
The harder the rules became
I had no idea what it'd cost
My life passed before my eyes
I found out how little I accomplished
All my plans denied
I had sold my gun, and I didn’t have any rope, the blade it is. To the sidewalk I went, wrench in hand, the water had been turned off long ago, but a lifetime of not being able to afford to pay bills taught me how to turn the meter back on. The water was flowing, soon the blood would be too.
The wrench and knowledge gained from that of a poor childhood also allowed me to turn the gas back on. I used my lighter to light an old scrap piece of paper and used that paper to light the pilot light on the hot water heater. As the heater did its work I prepared my kit, one last ride on the dragon as I drifted off into nothingness seemed quite fitting.
This house though… I couldn’t let it stand. It had to go with me, and we were both going to go down in flames.
After running a hot bath, I go to the farthest room in the small house from the bathroom. In the corner, I start a small fire. This heap of trash will be burned to the ground before the fire department makes it, that is if anyone even calls them.
I slide into the tub and then slide my knife from its sheath. With my right hand, I jab the tip of the blade into my flesh, taking care to split the radius and ulna. The pain is intense, but it is the first thing that had made me feel alive in months. I slide the knife up, even this somewhat dull blade easily tears my flesh that has been rotted by years of abuse, drinking, and drugs. I drag the blade nearly eight inches before I drop the knife into the water.
I pick up my already loaded needle and stick it into my left arm, I know where all my veins are and find it easily. I shove the plunger and feel the beast enter my veins. I drop the needle into the water and pull the tourniquet off of my left arm. Instantly the blood begins to flow from my forearm and the heroin begins to flow through my system.
I slide down deeper into the tub and look out to see the flames engulfing the house. Goodbye, your cruel b*tch, I won’t miss you, and I know you won’t miss me.
My eyelids are heavy, too heavy for me to hold open. My eyes fall shut and I slip deeper into the tub, it feels as if I’m being pulled under.
Then I feel them.
The flames.
But not the same flames that consume the house.
No.
The flames of my new home.
The flames of hell.
A tout le monde
A tout mes amis
Je vous aime
Je dois partir
These are the last words
I'll ever speak
And they'll set me free
From a serpent I was born
Pure venom my shape has formed
And where I slither
The ground will wither
And beneath my gaze
Whole cities will raze
I can make all angels fall
Infernal armies heed my call
And where poison drips
From my blood red lips
And I instill fear
Your savior's not here
My prayers were never directed up high
That kingdom was never meant for our kind
Deep down below in our fiery abode
You hear us chant the unholiest odes
I appear before your eyes
I laugh at your desperate cries
And where I take you
No light can breakthrough
And when I am done
All hope has been shunned
Hell is empty, and the Maidens are here…
Wrong.
Oh, so wrong.
Hell is full, it’s busting at the seams.
This world is evil, and more men are made evil every day.
And me….
I’m the evilest of them all.
I sit and watch the flames. It’s kind of beautiful the way fire dances on the surface, like a sultry seductress trying to lure you in. That’s a trick from the devil you know, using our lust against us to draw us into the flames. It looks beautiful but it will burn your flesh and cause great pain. Still, I love it and love to watch it. The flames grow higher and higher.
I stick the end of the Pizzo pipe to my lips and strike the round bulb in with my lighter. I twist the bulb around the flame, ensuring every crystal is melted into vapor and inhaled into my lungs so that it can be transferred to my brain.
I inhale deeply and the methamphetamine hits my brain I come alive and slowly exhale as I watch the flames fully engulfed the building.
If my heart was still alive
I know it would surely break
And my memories left with you
There's nothing more to say
So, Psycho, it is you that the Maidens send to slay their demon. After all, during season three you have slain... well absolutely no f**king one. Every test you have failed, from Mad Dog to Skrabz, and now you will fail the test of death. So, you must ask yourself, are they sending you to slay the beast, or are you just the sacrificial lamb?
Are you Isaac?
See, in Genesis, the book from the Bible, not the Phil Collins band, we are told the story of Abraham and his son Isaac. God told Abraham, “Take your son, your only son, whom you love, Isaac, and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on a mountain I will show you.”
Abraham loved God and obeyed him, something I'd suggest anyone who doesn't want to burn in hell should do. So, Abraham loaded his donkey, and he took two of his servants and his son Isaac to Moriah. It was a long journey, and on the third day, Abraham looked up and saw the place God had told him of in the distance. Abraham told his servants, to stay with the donkey while he and Isaac were on the mountain.
Abraham took the wood for a burnt offering and placed it on his son Isaac, and Abraham, himself carried the fire and the knife. As the two of them, father and his only son Isaac, went on together up the mountain, Isaac spoke up and said to his father, “Father?”
“Yes, my son?” Abraham replied, and when he said this, he wasn’t lying, but he wasn’t exactly being honest either.
“The fire and wood are here,” Isaac said, “but where is the lamb for the burnt offering?”
See, unlike you Psycho, Isaac wasn't an idiot. Isaac knew that something was up, he knew danger was at hand, but you, you're walking right into it like a cow walking through the slaughterhouse, no idea what you are walking into as your friends drop in front of you.
Abraham answered, “God himself will provide the lamb for the burnt offering, my son.” And the two of them went on together, up that mountain, slowly marching to Isaac’s death.
When they reached the spot where God had told Abraham about it, Abraham built an altar and arranged the wood on it. He bound his son Isaac and laid him upon the altar. Abraham then reached out his hand and took out his knife to slay his son. But luckily for Isaac, it was just a test. An angel sent by God called out to Abraham from heaven, “Abraham! Abraham!”
Abraham was shocked, as he said, “Here I am”.
The angel spoke to Abraham and said “Do not lay a hand on the boy, do not do anything to him. Now I know that you fear God because you have not withheld from me your son, your only son.”.
I smile as the screams ring out from the fire. At first, it was distracting from my story, but it soon became a soothing song to my ears. I listen to their painful moans as if they were opera singers.
Abraham, loved God, and he feared him, but God still tested his faith by seeing if Abraham would sacrifice his son for him. Abraham had reassurance his son would go to Heaven to be with God. But, what reassurances do you have Saoirse? What reassurances do the Maidens have when they offer you as a sacrifice to the God of death?
The answer is simple.
None.
The Maidens are offering you up as a sacrifice Saoirse. The other Maidens know that I want Maiden blood, and they are giving you up as the burnt offering. You are their Isaac, but unlike Isaac, there will be no mercy for you. I am a vengeful God, more fire brimstone than even the Lord of the Old Testament. The Maidens have many sins to atone for, and a simple burnt offering in the form of Saoirse Maguire will not be enough.
There also will be no angel to swoop in and save you at the moment of death Saoirse. No RJ Mitchell, no Samantha Hamilton, no Eavan Maloney. No one and nothing of this Earth can save you from death, and I am the Death Dealer. I am the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end of Mile High Wrestling, and August twenty-second is your end.
I hop from the tailgate of my truck where I have been sitting and watching the fire. I stand with a smile on my face as I watch the roof of the burning building begin to collapse. As the roof begins to collapse, I focus on the large metal sign that hangs above the main entrance of the structure that reads “Shieldmaidens MC, Mount Diablo CA”.
Moving on is a simple thing
What it leaves behind is hard
You know the sleeping feel no more pain
And the living are scarred
A tout le monde
A tout mes amis
Je vous aime
Je dois partir
These are the last words
I'll ever speak
And they'll set me free
The Maidens like to claim that hell is empty, but I can assure you it is not. You Maidens know nothing of hell, but you all soon will. I crawled my way through hell, and now I’m going to make my way through the entire Shieldmaidens organization. Not just the ones in Mile High, but anyone who wears that patch on their back. That patch is just the same as wearing a target on your back in my eyes.
Saoirse, you get the privilege of being the first Maiden in Mile High to be offered up to me upon my return, but as you can you won’t be my first Maiden since return from the underworld.
Think about that Saoirse.
Think about what your so-called “sisters” are doing to you.
Everyone saw what I did to Tyke Index, and how easily I handed the Wild Hunt their asses, so why would they send you?
It’s not because they think you are the monster slayer. Your record as of late clearly indicates you aren’t. Multiple loses to Mark Wright, soundly defeated by Skrabz, and now they offer you up to me. Clearly, you have been scorched, clearly, you are burnt, and clearly, your sisters are offering you up as the burnt offering to try and appease me.
Your sisters know your best days are behind you, and they know that I am going to devour you and suck you into a deep, dark, abyss that you will never return from. This is the Shieldmaiden's opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. They get to put a Maiden in front of me and hope it quenches my blood lust, and they get to be rid of you.
That is what they are doing to you Saoirse, I know it is hard to believe because of who the truth is coming from, but that doesn’t change the fact that it is still the truth. You know the old cliches, like trimming the fat, dropping the dead weight, and that a chain is only as strong as its weakest link. Saoirse, you have shown that you are the link. If you had bounced back from your multiple losses to Mad Dog with a win, or if you had only lost to Skrabz you may have an argument against it, but you have no legs to stand on.
No, Saoirse, you have shown time and time again that you are the weakest link of the Maidens, and now they are sacrificing you to me in an attempt to strengthen their ranks. In addition, through subtraction, by weeding out the weak the Maidens hope to become strong, and you are the weak Saoirse.
This plan the Maidens have though, will not work. Just like Saoirse’s attempts to win a match in Mile High, the plan will fail. You’ve had your day in the sun, and your fifteen minutes of fame Saoirse, and now it is time for you to spend eternity in the fire. I will deliver you there because I have come to bring death upon you and all of Mile High.
I need another hit, and pull the baggy from my pants pocket and load up the pipe. I begin to heat it and twist it, then put the stim to my lips in inhale deeply. I suck the smoke deep into my lungs and my head feels like it is lifting off of my shoulders as I look into the flames and feel at home.
So as you read this, know, my friends
I'd love to stay with you all
Please smile, smile when you think about me
My body's gone, that's all
Saoirse, I already know what you are going to say. You are going to call me a liar and say that I faked my death and that I didn’t really die. But oh, I assure you that I did die, I died and went to hell and there was nothing fake about it. I also know you are going to try and claim that this is all about some entrance music, and probably even call be a cry baby, but like always you are wrong. You’re wrong in assuming you know anything about me, and after Throw Down you’ll be DEAD WRONG, for thinking you can defeat me.
Saoirse, you haven’t defeated anyone since the season began, save a tag match where the other links held the chain together. And me, I have defeated death and the Devil himself… so what chance do you, or any of the Maidens think you can do to me?
I’ll tell you what you can do Saoirse.
Not a damn thing.
Except die.
And I am the death dealer.
I give an evil grin and look at the burning Shieldmaidens Clubhouse, and take another hit of my pipe as my brain fades away.
These are the last words
I'll ever speak
And they'll set me free
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Post by Psycho on Aug 20, 2021 16:18:49 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Friday, August 20, 2021
Dark Room
Warehouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
12:01 PM CDT
Meetings tended to take place in well known locations. This one was going to be a little different in that it was off the known grid. The building was one owned by a corporation that only did buying and selling of properties and bought and sold many all over the palace in multiple states.
This one happened to be one the company had owned for years and had barely ever been used. It had served as a warehouse and a factory and now it sat vacant, waiting for the next development to come along.
The area it was in was just far enough away from things that no one really messed with it much. It wasn’t convenient enough for anyone to want to turn it back into a factory and it was also just in the wrong place for anyone to use it as a distribution center type warehouse. Today, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, Essentia “Sangre” Carbajal and Matt Robinson are all in this building after the Shieldmaidens and Chrome Dragons had finally gone and picked up one Eric Solomon from where he was killing time waiting for whatever was going to happen in the wake of killing Jackson Shane. With Bullet and Robinson in the next room out front, Psycho and Sangre are by the back hallway, just waiting around as well.
Essentia "Sangre" Carbajal: Is Killer unaware of this?
Psycho nods quickly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, she bae back at th’ gym workin’ wit Bandit, I tink.
Sangre nods.
Essentia "Sangre" Carbajal: Have you been readying yourself for Cain?
Psycho nods right back.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, Baen workin’ on kaepin’ meself from fallin’ in love wit me kicks jess like Shonn always used tae tell me.
Sangre grins playfully.
Essentia "Sangre" Carbajal: Still?
Psycho nods, grinning herself.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, I know, I should bae better about it by now but sometimes they jess start workin’ an’ I forget tae try ennithin else. Sometimes it bae fine, sometimes it comes back tae bite me in th’ arse. Cain bae a large man an’ I bae naedin’ tae bae better about it wit him.
She pauses.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Unless I catch him right off, but tha has only ever ‘appened once.
Sangre nods knowingly.
Essentia "Sangre" Carbajal: Which would say, you lucky?
Psycho shrugs.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I tink tha jess bae a special night.
Sangre nods quickly as her phone goes off. She looks down and smiles.
Essentia "Sangre" Carbajal: Loba…
Psycho nods as Sangre walks off to answer her sister’s call. As she does so, Bullet walks up.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Loba?
Psycho nods and Bullet smiles.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: They are talking about how long until Moni gets patched in out there for Mount Diablo.
Psycho follows as they walk over to the door where all the action is about to happen. As they do so, Robinson walks up.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Eric Solomon sits on the other side of the door.
Psycho nods.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, we got him jess like ye bae sayin’.
Bullet nods slowly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: How was he...when you took him?
Psycho shrugs.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: A wee bit strange tae tell th’ trute o’ th’ matter. Robinson got his attention, an’ we took him an’ he almost saemed tae bae relieved…
Bullet nods, Psycho frowning as she does so.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye bae expactin’ tha?
Bullet shakes her head, her eyes never leaving the door.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Expected? No. But if I were him I would be happy it was us and not los tombos or others…
With Psycho still frowning, Bullet turns to face her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: He knows we are not on the Carters’ payroll, he has a chance at life with us. Anyone else, he expects to die without negotiation, pity or remorse.
Psycho nods slowly, comprehension dawning.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Do ye bae tinkin’ he’ll talk then?
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We do have a detective with us, he might have a differing opinion.
Robinson folds his heavily tattooed arms across his broad chest.
Matt Robinson: I have some ideas that will make sure he talks…
The two Shieldmaidens raise their eyebrows at him and he raises his hands up in defense.
Matt Robinson: Don’t worry. They don’t involve violence. Just a few little white lies here and there.
He goes back to folding his arms as he glances over to Psycho.
Matt Robinson: All we need to do is make sure a certain six foot pissed off sister of yours doesn’t get in this room and ruin everything.
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Es la verdad.
Psycho nods as well.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, where is Killer?
Bullet nods towards the exit.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Still training with Jack for their next match. It should keep her occupied… hopefully.
Psycho nods knowingly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye bae takin’ first crack at him then?
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: If I cannot, then the Detective gets to. If that does not work, we call Spectre and Sangre.
Robinson motions to the door where Solomon is being kept as he looks over to Bullet.
Matt Robinson: Shall we?
Psycho opens the door and the three enter to find a man dressed in clothes that obviously haven’t been washed in a week, hair that hasn’t even been combed in longer and shoes that look like they are lucky to still be in one piece. Bullet nods to him and sits down as the other two remain by the door.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿A la orden?
The young man looks up, knocking the backwards baseball cap off his head.
Eric Solomon: A what now? Ain’t you mahfuckas even speak fuckin’ English up in this bitch?
Bullet smiles at him.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I do, yes, where i am from, that is somewhat of a universal greeting.
Solomon shakes his head.
Eric Solomon: Well we ain’t where you from, is we?
The smile remains on Bullet’s face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, we are not. How can I help you?
Caught off-guard, Solomon just sits there with his mouth open.
Eric Solomon: Help me? You mahfuckas grab me up out my house, bring me to…
He looks around.
Eric Solomon: Wherever this is and y’all have the balls to ask me how you can help me? What’s next, I want fries with that bullshit burger?
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I just know you are a businessman and I am in a position to help you do business.
Solomon nods to Robinson and Psycho.
Eric Solomon: And what them mahfuckas here for then, huh? You need muscle to do business?
Matt Robinson: Call it insurance. To make sure all parties here leave happy. And to make sure one specific party in this room leaves at all.
Solomon nods as if he knew that would be the answer before he even asked the question.
Eric Solomon: Uh-huh, you a pig, mahfucka? Cause you smell like bacon and you even sound like it sizzlin’ on the grill!
Bullet raises a hand to calm the situation.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So, how can we help you, Mister Solomon?
Solomon looks at her incredulously.
Eric Solomon: What fuck you mean, help me?
Bullet nods to him.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Do you comprehend the situation you are in, Sir?
Solomon nods.
Eric Solomon: Yeah, I’m sittin in a room with two biker bitches and a fuckin’ pig because I listened to two rich assholes and did a job for them and now they fuckin’ welchin’ on me!
Bullet nods sympathetically.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And, what do you think will happen now?
Again, Solomon’s incredulousness only escalates
Eric Solomon: You fuckin’ kiddin’ me? I already know! Them mahfuckas gon’ kill my ass and it ain’t even my damn fault! Ain’t me picked me, ain’t me defied them, ain’t me fucked up! I did what I was posed to be paid to do! And now I just waitin for them mahfuckas to erase me for that fuckin’ piece of shit’s fuckups! I ain’t even get my fuckin’ paper, feel me?
Bullet nods sympathetically again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And what if we could set it up so that you get to send them to prison?
Solomon just shakes his head.
Eric Solomon: You ain’t even fuckin’ listenin’ to me… you…
He pauses, his head cocking to the left.
Eric Solomon: What?
Bullet nods to him.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This is an unusual situation, Mister Solomon, one in which you could benefit because you see, you are worth far more to me alive than you are dead. It is in my best interest to keep you alive, so perhaps an arrangement can be made?
Solomon stares at her, visibly stunned to hear the words coming from her.
Eric Solomon: I… am?
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Contacts can be used to give you the opportunity, if you are willing to do business.
Solomon stares at her for what seems like years and then nods slowly. Bullet smiles.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Bueno… then we have some calls to make to keep this partnership healthy.
She stands up and steps to the door, exiting out to the hallway with Psycho and Robinson.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Pelota… he does not realize the currency he has…
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: So whot bae done now?
Matt Robinson: We make sure he follows through on giving us the information we need from him. And maybe… just maybe… we scare him a little bit into making sure he follows through with his end of the deal.
Robinson smirks and shrugs at the two Shieldmaidens.
Matt Robinson: It’s… kinda my thing… and I didn’t just have The Punisher nickname in wrestling either.
Bullet grins.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This one will probably not require that but the one whose name he is desperate to say… just might. We can make a few calls, set up what we need to. If we get the middleman…
Psycho nods.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, then we’ll ‘ave them!
Matt Robinson: Aww, ladies… you’re teasing me here!
He chuckles before nodding.
Matt Robinson: But yeah, in all seriousness… we should be able to nail these bastards for what they’ve done. Let’s do this for Tori and Jenni.
Suddenly, Sangre comes running back into the room.
Essentia "Sangre" Carbajal: The Mount Diablo clubhouse…
Bullet, Robinson and Psycho all stare at her. Sangre stares at them, her eyes wide, shock registering.
Essentia "Sangre" Carbajal: Está ardiendo.
Bullet and Psycho both stare at her.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Th’ Mount… Jesus, Mary an’ Joseph…
Matt Robinson: Was anyone inside it?
Sangre shrugs in fear.
Essentia "Sangre" Carbajal: I….do not…
Bullet nods, trying to calm her cousin.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We must go.
Sangre nods, fear of what they will find out racing through her head. Robinson follows them while Psycho brings up the rear.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Begorra…
On-Camera
Friday, August 20, 2021
Parking Lot
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
4:01 PM CDT
The camera opens on “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire standing by her 2014 Harley Dyna Low Rider, the camera taking in the view and seeing Psycho wearing a black t-shirt featuring her late brother Shonn under her Shieldmaiden’s kutte, along with her black tactical pants, black tactical boots and her mohawk flying high for the world to see.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Solomon Grundy spaeks, does he?
She shakes her head.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An’ he still bae soundin’ like He bae spendin’ his time as worm food in th’ dirt, whether he did before or he dinna.
She snickers to herself, knowing full well what some people’s answer will be.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Whot do ye bae maenin’ by tha, Sorsh?
She shrugs as she looks back to the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I bae maenin’, he hasnay baen payin’ attention at all, an’ he bae revaelin’ tha every time he bae openin’ his mout.
Psycho glares harshly as she shifts where she stands.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Tae baegin wit, Grundy, I won th’ Trowdown Championship tae start this saeson, so yeah, I did bae winnin’ sumtin’ utter than tha tag match, ye gammy idiot. I might have only baen th’ Trowdown Champion fer one show, but I did add tha tae me list o’ accomplishments whether ye want tae bae acknowledgin’ it or not!
She looks away, shaking her head.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: It bae amazin’ tha after all this time, ye still dinna bae unnerstandin’ whot “Hell bae empty..” bae maenin’ at all.
Nodding to herself, she looks down to the asphalt below her feet.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: “When hell is full, then th’ dead shall walk th’ earth.”
She looks back up into the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye would tink tha, ye, o’ all paeople, Grundy, would bae unnerstandin’ tha one.
Shaking her head, Psycho scoffs in disgust.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Honestly, an’ ye have th’ gumption tae call yerself a member o’ th’ unholy back from th’ dead…
Glaring straight ahead, Psycho radiates disgust in every direction.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I dinna bae carin’ if ye are or ye aren’t but ye baen on th’ Maidens’ knob since ye got haer an’ ye havenay baen able tae put us down yet!
She shakes her head
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Whot, are ye afraid on o’ us has one bigger than ye do?
Her hands shoot up to calm the response and apologize.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Oh, I’m sory, Lad, tha bae insensitive o’ me tae mention tha when it probably doesnay work so well anymore, does it?
She shrugs.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Not tha it worked well baefore ye promoted yerself tae th ranks o’ bain’ born on a Monday.
A small snicker allows her to bring her gaze back to center.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Now ye come back, an’ ye dinna jess come fer us, but ye came fer th’ smallest amongst us an’ th’ one tha had literally jess left th’ active roster…
Cocking her head, Psycho stares into the camera incredulously.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Janey Mac, ye bae a big ol’ fanny tha way, didn’t ye now?
She shakes her head in disgusted disbelief.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An’ then, ye look tae me an’ say, oh’ so this bae who they send me?
Rolling her eyes, Psycho exhales heavily.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye feckin’ gammy gobshite, th’ comp’ny feckin’ booked this match! If ye dinna bae likin’ startin’ wit me, then ye kin bae takin’ it upw ith Rob an’ Katrina baecause they dinna bae lettin’ us draw straws or talk amongst ourselves about who got th’ privilege o’ helpin’ shut tha blowhole o’ yers fer ye, they jess picked one an’ pointed us tae aech utter!
She cocks her had the other way and points into the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye wanna bae lookin’ at everyone now an’ have us all tremble in our boots because now ye bae stronger than death, an’ ye bae havin’ a “cool” new nickname…
She shakes her head, her hand falling away from the shot.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye dinna bae scarin’ me when ye were freshly braethin’, ye dinna bae scarin’ me now tha ye smell like ye baen bathin’ in a different kind o’ dirt! Ye still bae tha’ lost child tha never bae findin’ his way! That child tha went searchin’ fer sumtin’ tae make himself fael better an’ dinna find it aeven in death!
Her hands come up as if begging for an answer from the heavens.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: How shite d’ye have tae bae tae nay aeven bae able tae bae dyin’ right?
Her hands seem to double down on the question even as her gaze remains affixed to the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: How shite d’ye have tae bae tae have hell itself spit ye back out an’ go, “Tha tasetes like s’much feckin shite tha it kin bae havin’ anutter go an’ disturb th’ livin’ wit yer stink instead o’ baein’ down haer wit th’ rest o’ tha lot?”
She throws her hands up and looks away momentarily before glaring back into the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Jaesus, Mary an’ Joseph, Lad, they aeven let Hitler in tha pit of ne’erendin’ cess an’ shite an’ they spit ye out! Aeven hell dinna want ye in their club, jess like th’ Coven couldnay wait tae r’place ye when ye took yersef off th’ board!
Her glare intensifies.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: They let th’ worst o’ th’ worst in those circles but it comes tae ye an’ they send ye away an’ now we have tae bae daelin’ wit ye…
She raises a hand, her index finger extended.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Or rather, ye have tae bae daelin’ wit us, Grundy, an’ we kinna say we bae enjoin’ yer comp’ny anymore this time than we did last time!
Her hand falls back out of the shot again as Psycho nods pointedly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye bae wantin this, Lad, ye bae askin’ fer it. Ye bae beggin’ like th’ poor child ye are, lookin’ fer any scraps ye kin bae findin’ baecause ye still bae tryin’ tae fill tha hole ye couldnay fill in yer past existence n’ ye probably never will! I would almost bae faelin’ sorry fer ye if ye hadnay gone about it th’ way ye have. Ye bae callin’ down th’ thunder an’ I bae th’ one who gets first crack!
She smiles cruelly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Oh aye, I bae lookin’ forward tae this, lad. They say ye kinna bae killin tha which bae stronger than death?
She shrugs.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye couldnay aeven bae killin’ yerself, s’whot do I have tae bae worryn’ about?
She points to the camera harshly, angrily.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye bae tryin’ tae rattle our cages by attackin’ one o’ our clubhouses? Ye tink destroyin’ an empty buildin’ bae scarin’ us o’ ye?
She inhales sharply and tries not to start shaking with rage.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Now, we bae owein’ ye, Lad. We bae owein’ ye more than enjithin we have ever owed ennyone baefore! We bae owein’ ye a promotion, but I’ll settle fer ‘avin’ first crack…
She nods.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Oh aye, I bae lookin’ forward tae this now!
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