Post by SolomonCain on Sept 3, 2021 10:08:35 GMT -6
****OOC: The rules say I have to give you a warning about graphic content, so here it is.***
The evil that men do. Now travels to a town near you
For us, the men, and you the women,
Dwell in irreconcilable sin
We lie We steal We live in lust No one can trust us
Still, we wonder why, Life is gone in the blink of an eye And we wonder why It hurts so bad to die.
Because Hell is what awaits us. For God has forsaken us. For the evil that men do. Death is coming for you. Due to the evil that we all do.
For God help you…. When you experience the evil, this man will do…
Each night as I crawl along Over the sands I sift through the blood and the fog Head in my hands
I sit in my van and watch as they leave the bar. The blonde Bull Dyke and the bleached blonde Lipstick Lesbian, holding hands. They seem so in love, probably thinking they are heading home for a night of passion, but that is not how this night will end. The Bull adjusts her leather jacket, trying to make her shoulder seem square and broad, while the lipstick bounces around like a happy and free spirit. Neither of them will be happy or free for long though.
The happy couple reaches a Toyota Tacoma, what a surprise the pretend man, has a pretend truck.
The bull opens the door for her little girlfriend, what a gentleman. The bleached blonde lipstick hops into the truck, and as the bull travels around the front of the truck she stops to light her cigarette.
Ah, I could go for a Newport right about now.
The bull enters the truck and they pull out of the parking lot. I let them pass, and slowly pull out behind them. I follow at a distance not to lose them, but also not to be conspicuous. They seem to be headed out of the city… good, fewer witnesses.
I make my way over the dunes Desolate and dry The remnants of empires past Too stubborn to die
They really think this is all about a song. How f**king pathetic and simple-minded they are. Do you really think I care about the song that is playing as I walk to the ring? Maybe in the world, the Wild Hunt lives in where they are surrounded by petty and superficial people, but to me, it doesn’t f**king matter if I walk to the ring to bury me with my guns on, Cello Suite number one in G Major, or some bullsh*t off the Chris Gaines album. The music doesn’t change anything, and if you think that coming out to some cool song is going to give you some psychological advantage, then you're about as bright as a burnt-out lightbulb.
What it is really about is respect. Now, I get that you thought I was dead, the whole world thought I was dead because I was dead. BUT… That doesn’t mean that you can just start stealing my sh*t. You know grave robbing is a crime, right? It can carry up to ten years in Colorado, but, I suppose you didn’t actually dig my body up and take something from it.
You two spineless, weak souled c*nts don’t have the f**king stomach for something like that. You are a bunch of weak-hearted, f**ks , who can only go after low-hanging fruit. The Cross… f**king losers. The Q Files, a straight-up comedy act. Second City Riot Squad… just a couple of lackeys to an old lackey of mine, but yet they still took those tag team titles from you. Disappointing, because I was so looking forward to being a team of one and holding those belts all by myself. But, just like everything else in your lives you went and f**ked that up.
So, I have to beg this question Wild Hunt… who the f**k did you ever beat?
No one of note, because you are scared of a real challenge. You were nothing but paper champions, afraid of a real fight. Which is why those titles were so easily ripped from your hands. If you were in the military, you’d be the f**king nerds flying the drones, but you want to act as if you're special forces. Yeah, you’re special forces alright, special ed forces. But that is neither here, nor there, everyone knows the Shieldmaidens are weak in heart and weak in mind.
Back to the matter at hand.
Respect is what it is all about. R-E-S-P-E-C-T, you dumb c*nts are going to find out what it means to me. You thought you could just take something associated with me, something I made famous, and just ride the wave of Solomon Cain. Oh, I know, it was given to you by one of your friends, right Jackie?
Hang on a second.
I pull my phone from my pocket, yeah, it’s a flip phone, some of us don’t want the government tracking us via GPS with a little device we carry in our pockets. I flip the phone open and dial a number, before holding it up to my ear.
Hello, Bullsh*t is that you? Hey, it’s me, Solomon Cain. Yeah, do you know Jackie Layton? Oh yeah, you know her well huh, and she is full of you. Yeah, that is what I thought.
I scoff as I flip the phone shut and toss it into the passenger seat next to me.
Jackie, add liar to your list of accolades. Do you think I believe that sh*t for one second? Why not just be honest and say, “I thought it was a cool song, so once we thought you were gone, we stole it”? I’d at least respect that, but I could never respect you or any other Shieldmaidens. I can never respect anyone who isn’t real, and none of you are real.
You’re scared little girls living in a fantasy world. You’re nothing more than little girls playing dress-up, or maybe just some nerds LARPing as tough-guy bikers.
Oh, my mistake.
You’re all frauds, liars, and blowhards. I am going to systematically destroy the Maidens, and burn your entire organization to the ground, figuratively and literally. I’ve already destroyed a clubhouse and your Psycho, and now… well to steal your line Jackie, the hunt is on.
The Tacoma pulls into a small driveway, and I slow down and park along the street. I kill the lights of the van but leave the engine running, I’ll be back soon anyway.
I move slowly and silently down the driveway and see the bull opening the door for the lipstick, she’s trying hard to get lucky tonight, but something tells me she doesn’t have to try so hard. As the door opens, I hear the lipstick say, “Oh baby, you are the sweetest”.
The bull doesn’t get a chance to respond though, as I pull a burlap sack over her head and pull the drawstring tight around her neck. Her gasp and screams are muffled by the burlap sack, but the lipsticks aren’t.
“OH MY GOD! BABY!” she screams as she climbs from the truck. Really, what the f**k are you going to do little girl? As she emerges from the door, I kick her in the chest so hard her nipples touch. She falls back into the truck, as the breath leaves her body. She lays on the seat of the truck holding her chest and trying to catch her breath.
The bull is quickly choked unconscious and I can turn my attention back to the lipstick. Just as she begins to catch her breath, I grab her by the ankles and with a single pull yank her from the truck to the ground where her skull bounces off of the blacktop and she too falls unconscious.
F**k, now I have to drag them both back to the van.
Morbid and familiar Each hill like the last The grifter's importunate hand An insatiable grasp
Wake up, Kara.
KARA WAKE UP!
This f**king bull dyke, acting like she is asleep. I know she’s faking, just like all the Maidens are faking their way through life. She’s starting to piss me off.
“WAKE THE F**K UP!” I scream at her before slapping her across the face. The Bull's eyes start to flutter open and as they do I toss a bucket of water on her face. She screams and opens her eyes. She finds herself hanging by her hands from the rafters and panic sits in. She begins to scream and kick her feet that dangle above the ground. She’s angry now, soon the begging and pleading will come. I turn the metal folding chair around that sits in the abandoned warehouse and sit in it.
I stare at the bull and watch her flailing around like a fish out of water. It doesn’t take long for her to run out of energy and her body stops moving and she begins to breathe heavily from exhaustion and then begins to sob from fear. As she begins to cry I begin to laugh.
Tell me Killer Kara Carter, did your last name use to start with a K as well and you changed it for political correctness?
“WHAT THE F**K ARE YOUR TALKING ABOUT!” she screams through her tears. This only makes me smile bigger. What have you killed beside any respect your family may have had for you? Harboring your sister as she hides away a small child from what could be a happy life? You call your parents awful, you call them monsters, but you, you and your blood sister and your sisters of your club, you are the real monsters. You’re trying to deny a child having access to the entire world, of having anything they could ever dream of being or achieving right at their fingertips. The life and money you want to shield that child from, that is the life people kill for. That is the life people risk their own lives for to provide for their children. Yet, you want to deny your own flesh and blood that chance, the chance of being happy.
Ha, and they call me evil.
You’re the evil one.
But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea, Matthew eighteen and six. I am going to make you beg me to drowned you with a millstone around your neck, because it would be more humane than what I am going to do to you Kara.
WHAT THE F**K ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, I’M NOT KARA!!!
I stand from the chair hard and fast, so hard and fast I knock it over. She flinches from the sound of the steel falling on the concrete. Her fear makes me happy, but her talking makes me mad. I grab the metal bucket that had contained the water and I bash her in the stomach with it. Once, twice, and then thrice the metal slams into her stomach, each time her cry of pain is louder.
This is nothing Kara. I thought you were the killer? Or, is that just a nickname you threw on yourself to try and sound tough? What have you ever killed beside a child’s chance at a good future?
I move to the wench that holds the Bull off the ground and I release it. I watch her fall hard and fast to the ground and collapse. I move quick, like a predator pouncing on its prey and I am on top of her. Sitting on her chest and gripping her face in my hands.
I was a child denied a future. I was denied happiness, I was denied any chance of a normal life, denied a chance to be a productive member of society. I was pre-destined to be an animal, to be a monster, to be evil. All because of the adults in my life as a child. You’re doing the same to that little girl Kara, it’s not right. Children deserve better, I deserved better.
That is why I hate you Kara, and that is why I must kill the killer. To save the child, to destroy the ones who hold the child back, who hold the child hostage. I’m not the bad guy here Kara, you are, all of you are. I’m the only one who cares about the future of the children.
I pull my knife from behind my back and raise it above my head. The pure fear in the eyes of the bull makes my heart skip a beat. For the first time since driving Psychos head through that burning table, I feel alive. I slam the knife down and stop just before the blade enters the bull’s neck.
I watch her realize that she has just cheated death. I see her feel alive, truly alive. I see tears roll down her cheeks, tears of thankfulness, but also of fear. I lean in closely and lick the salty liquid off of her face. I sit up and release her face, and pull the knife away. Still, she says nothing, frozen in fear.
Kara… I’m just kidding around. Her lips quiver, she has finally accepted the fact that she is Kara Carter. She breathes heavily, from fear and the strain of me sitting on her chest.
So… so, you’re not going to kill me?
HAHAHAHAHAH! AAAAHHHH HAHAHAH!
I can’t contain my laughter. I laugh so hard I have to hold my stomach. As the laughter begins to die down I notice the look of pure unadulterated terror in her eyes. This only makes me smile wider, odd that I smile more now that I’m missing teeth than I did with them. Ah, the freedom of not giving a f**k.
Oh no Kara, I am going to kill you. I was just kidding about the kid. Do you think I give to sh*ts about that little snot nose f**k wit?
It is about the song. Well, not the song itself, but you stealing from me. That is disrespectful, and I will not be disrespected, I just can’t stand for that.
I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE F.. GUUHHHAA!
Her shouting is gargled and then silenced by my hands grabbing her throat and squeezing. Her hands grab at mine, and she claws at my flesh, but it is useless. I feel her feet kicking and trying to buck me off, but soon the kicking and bucking stop. It stops right before I feel her body go limp and see her hands fall away from mine. I watch her eyes roll back in her head, but I squeeze just a little longer until I am completely satisfied and I can sense what soul she has escaped like a vapor from her body.
Whispering in semaphore Pious and vain Surrounded by sycophants Withered and gray
Now it’s the lipstick's turn.
Ah, Jackie. I’m so glad we finally get to step into the ring together because quite frankly since the moment I laid eyes on you I knew that I hated you and wanted to break your nose and ruin your pretty little face. You are a liar, a coward, and worst of all a parasite.
You cling onto someone and feed off of them. First, it was Ophelia Blaque, then Samantha Hamilton, and now your latest host Kara Carter. Look at what you have done to all of your partners Jackie, you used them up, sucking their life force from them, and then leave their dried and shriveled carcasses in the gutter.
Kara Carter… well, she too will soon be shriveled up and dead in the gutter. But she will be the exception, because it isn’t you that will use her up Jackie, no it will be me that kills her and leaves her body in the gutter.
Then again, it is actually your fault Jackie. See, you are the one who clung onto her to carry you, and it is also your fault for stealing from me. Thus, it is your fault that Kara will be dealt death. Right, Jackie?
JACKIE, WHY AREN’T YOU ANSWERING ME!?!
I stare at the Lipstick, her tears have caused her mascara to form black streaks down her face. I have her tied up as well, but different than I had the Bull. She is bound by rope, her arms and legs spread out from her body and tied to support beams. She is suspended above the ground, hanging as if her body were a spiderweb.
I realize why she doesn’t answer me, it’s because I have put duct tape over her mouth. The bull had been muffled by the burlap, but the lipstick woke up screaming and I had to silence her. Avoid witnesses, no need for a third person to die.
I pull my knife out and cut her clothes off of her, I leave her undergarments on, I’m not a sick f**king pervert like so many of you. It isn’t even an act of sexuality, but an act of power and dominance. I have no fleshly desires since my trip to hell, except for one, the desire for blood.
Jackie, I told you this isn’t about the song. This rivalry between the Maidens and myself dates back to the beginning of Mile High. Samantha Hamilton and her human sex slave… what was his name? I can’t even remember, that is how insignificant he is to me. But you… not you specifically Jackie, but you Maidens as a whole, you have always been a thorn in my side, or, more accurately a bur under my saddle.
To be a thorn in my side you’d have to best me, but you haven’t done that and you will never do that. You are an annoyance, a mosquito buzzing about my ear. While most people would simply swat that mosquito away, I’m a bit of an extremist and I’m going to use a flame thrower to burn down the whole f**king woods.
You’re just the next in line Jackie.
Samantha Hamilton was too mentally scarred to return to Mile High. I plunged Psycho into a burning hell. I’ve killed the killer, and now I’m going to steal the life from the bandit.
Wait… Jackie Bandit Layton.
It was right in front of me the whole time.
My eyes begin to dart around the empty room. She is a thief. She steals life from her hosts also known as her tag team partners. She steals my music. She steals… and we know what the punishment for stealing is.
I pull my knife out, and I see her eyes grow wider. I grab her left wrist and put my knife to her skin. She begins to scream, but her voice is muffled by the duct tape. I begin to saw into her flesh, I could make this quicker and cleaner, but you deserve to suffer Jackie.
Jackie, I know it hurts, and I’m glad that it does. You must be taught a lesson. You must learn there are consequences to your actions. You have done nothing but take and take, it is what you are best at Jackie and now I will give to you. Give you a lesson that you should have learned as a child, but clearly, you didn’t learn it. So let my maiming of your body be the reminder that you can never forget.
With a final hard slice, I separate her hand from her body. Her bloody stub falls to her body and I see she has passed out from the shock. I suppose I should cauterize the wound before she bleeds out.
A small fire is built and my blade is heated in it. My attention is pulled from the flames as I hear the lipstick whimpering. I smile as I lift the knife from the flame and stare at the blade as it glows orange. I grab her stub and stick the hot blade to it. I can smell the flesh burning, and hear it sizzling. Again, she screams, but again it is muffled by the tape.
She breaths heavy, but to my surprise doesn’t pass out again. I see her chest and stomach heaving in and out, deep and fast, she is about to exasperate. I pull the tape from her mouth and she gulps in the air.
What’s wrong Jackie, is this all too much for you?
“I’m not Jackie”, she says through tears while catching her breath. I study her, looking her over, and tilting my head to gain a better view. I can see that she begins to believe that I believe her, that she isn’t Jackie Layton. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. I reach up and grab her by the throat and begin to squeeze, not tight enough to choke her out, but just tight enough to cause discomfort.
You have made a living out of fooling people Jackie, but you will not fool me. You can lie and weave your tapestries of lies, and pull that wool over everyone’s lies, but I will not be fooled, Jackie. I am on to you, and your gang, and I know what you and they are. You are a parasite and all of the Maidens. You are all parasites.
I begin to squeeze harder; I can’t help myself.
Just as you suck the life from your partner, the Maidens suck the life from wherever they go. You Maidens travel in a pack because you need the strength of numbers. You use your numbers to gain control, as you sink around the roots like a weed. You have done it in Mile High, and numerous other places around the globe. You’re cancer, you slowly feed off the host until you kill it. RJ tried to kill it the first go-round, and then you all suffocated Mile High to death the second round, and there will not be a third.
I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!
You may be cancer.
BUT I AM CHEMO!
I am the poison that will kill you… even if it means killing everything else. I will destroy every last Maiden, and burn every clubhouse. I will wipe you all from the face of the Earth and erase every last remnant of your cancerous parasitic group.
Sunday will be… GAME OVER FOR THE MAIDENS.
I notice her body now feels limp in my hands. I look at her eyes and see they have rolled into the back of her head. I release her neck and her head falls.
Oh no… what have I done?
I smile because I have done exactly what I have set out to do, and exactly what I will do on Sunday to the real Wild Hunt. For Sunday, the Predators become the prey. The Hunters become the hunted. Sunday… Death will be dealt.
He promises deliverance Day after day Releasing only pestilence And festering decay
The flight for the most part had been in silence as Kara “Killer” Carter, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, Gabriela “Taza” Carbajal and Essentia “Sangre” Carbajal are the Shieldmaidens on board the flight. Killer sits with her tree trunk like arms folded across her large chest with a scowl plastered across her face as the other four Maidens don’t exactly look all that happy either.
How was Loba?
Sangre, the New Orleans Charter Sgt-At-Arms, nods slowly. “Loba” was her sister, Amparo Carbajal and was the Mount Diablo Charter’s Vice President.
Shrugging, Sangre sighs.
Still in shock.
Feels like we’re due something fucking good happening for once! First this whole situation with Tori… Cain doing this shit and us not knowing if we even have anywhere to go back to thanks to this fucking hurricane!
Killer slams her fist into the side of the plane next to where she’s sitting before folding her arms again.
And Solomon Cain…
Taza shakes her head.
Why is this happening with him?
Stupid fucker was whining about Jack and I using his theme song when the whole world thought he was dead. I mean… come on?! Who gets all pissed off over something like that?!
Killer shakes her head.
Honestly?! Who fucking cares why he’s doing what he’s doing! All of these pieces of trash who mess with us, whether it’s the Covenant in SRW… or Cain in MHW! They’re all wanting to ride our fucking coattails for relevancy and because nobody can truly fucking stop us?! We’re always the God damn targets!
Didn’t he talk about Krigare too?
Yeah. Fucking creep probably has a thing for her or some shit since as soon as she retires, he’s right there.
Silence falls upon the five women again for a few moments before Killer then speaks up again.
So… anyone know what we can expect to greet us when we get to Mount Diablo?
It was being renovated. Cain ended that. We will see the remains.
Right. And Jack and I will make sure that nothing will remain of him once we’re fucking finished with him on Sunday!
Loba and Fenris are not happy with the situation at all.
Why would they be? They’d have had to be in on it with him to be happy.
At least they weren’t in the building when the incident happened. Speaking of that… were there any casualties?
Bullet shakes her head.
Thankfully, no. As it was being renovated, no one was present. That is how most believe he was able to do it.
Of course. Coz if any of the Mount Diablo charter was there, they’d have fucking murdered the son of a bitch before he even had the chance to do anything.
Assuming you, in fact, CAN kill… that which has no life…
Bullet, Taza and Sangre all smirk as if they might start to laugh.
Who knows if it’s possible to kill the bastard, but Jack and I will give it a damn good fucking try! Sorsh has pretty much renamed him Grundy because of the whole “coming back from the dead” crap.
Born on a Monday…
Bullet raises a hand.
We are ready to arrive.
Saved by the bell.
The Maidens prepare themselves for landing, taking their respective seats and buckling themselves in as we fade.
August 30th, 2021
Remains of the Mount Diablo Clubhouse in San Francisco, California
We re-open to find Killer, Bandit, Bullet, Taza and Sangre as they walk around what is left of the Mount Diablo Clubhouse. The smell of smoke still lingers in the air and everything in sight is black and charred beyond recognition. As they take in the sight, a fourth Colombian woman with a Mount Diablo kutte on, stands to the edge near what used to be the door.
We were lucky…
Killer looks over to Loba.
You shouldn’t have had to worry about being lucky, Loba…
Placing her hands on her hips, the behemoth shakes her head.
I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch!
Bandit nods to Loba.
How do you mean you were lucky?
Loba shrugs as she moves her right hand to indicate the entire area.
Because of the reno, none of our people were here. We had moved all of our stuff out and he chose a time when none of the workers were here as well. We were lucky. Whether that was by happenstance or choice, I can not say.
Bandit nods, looking around.
Does Fenris agree?
Sighing, Loba allows her head to bow.
Fenris thinks as Killer does…
And why wouldn’t she? Cain’s problem is with us, not you! Yeah, I know we’re all Shieldmaidens and when someone fucks with one of us… they fuck with all of us… but this wasn’t supposed to be your fucking fight!
Loba shrugs resignedly.
It was logical.
Taza frowns at her cousin.
I’m with her, how was this logical?
Dallas is not set-up enough to make an impact. London is too far away. Kill Devil Hills and New Orleans were both much more heavily watched and guarded. We were the easy target choice.
Easy fucking target?!
She shakes her head again.
Some kind of big scary asshole Cain is! Getting all pissy at us using his fucking theme song and then burning this place to the ground?! What the fuck does that achieve?! We’ve all got bigger balls than he has and we don’t even have dicks for fucks sake!
Bandit shrugs at her tag team partner and future in-law.
It wasn’t about showing big balls. He tried to come after us with a group before and it only sort of worked. Now he’s alone…
She pauses before nodding in acknowledgement.
For the moment, anyway. This was about two things, sending a message about being able to fuck with us when he felt like it and making Ale have to tell everyone to calmate again… knowing how some of us were likely to react if she did that just one more time given everything that’s gone on lately.
Killer folds her arms across her chest.
Some of us? You mean me. How am I supposed to react? Yeah, I get that I can be a bit too hot-headed at times, but that’s just how I am. When people fuck with people I care about, you can bet your ass that I’m gonna flip my shit!
Bullet shakes her head.
Not just you. There are others. I need to adjust how I do things sometimes or I risk losing the ability for you to hear me.
Killer sighs and nods.
She now turns her attention back to Loba.
So what’s the full extent of the damage?
The reno is over. The whole property will have to be cleared and rebuilt as new.
Any problems with insurance or funding?
Loba shakes her head.
So far, we are fine.
¿Y Los Tombos?
They think Cain was somebody else and sent by another group from out of town. They expect a war that will not come.
Killer shakes her head again.
Anything we can do to help? Not exactly sure how I can help financially since I’ve been spending a lot of money on mine and Gabs’ wedding… but anything else, I’m sure I can do something.
We will be fine. Focus on your tasks. We are all behind you.
Alright then. You know how to contact us if you do need any of our help with anything though. We’re all in this together.
Loba nods and walks over to them, embracing Killer. Bandit, Taza, Sangre and Bullet walk over and join the family hug.
Welcome to the family, Kara.
Wouldn’t want it any other way, Amparo.
Killer and Loba nod to one another before the six women work together to clean up some of the debris as we fade.
September 1st, 2021
Shieldmaidens Penthouse in Las Vegas, Nevada
We come back to where Killer, Taza, Bullet, Bandit, Tori Carter and Molly “Mox” Kenyon are staying for the moment due to Hurricane Ida terrorizing through their hometown of New Orleans. All six women are sitting in a sort of circle, all of them seemingly waiting on something. A phone call perhaps? Either way, whatever it is that they’re waiting on, they’re hoping for some good news.
What’s fucking taking her so long? She said she was gonna call at five… it’s now six!
It probably ain’t easy to find a place to do that from with all the power and all out, Sugar.
Mox is right, Kara. Just be patient.
I’m amazed she managed to get us the first message.
Guess I’m just a little on edge… hoping for some good news for a change.
We’re all hoping for some good news. We all want our family to be complete again.
Just then, the phone rings. Bandit puts it on speaker.
Hi, this is Lizzie Peters… is this working?
Yes, we can hear you, Ms. Peters. Thank you for calling, we understand how difficult things are right now given current circumstances and we really appreciate it.
I’m sorry I’m late, it took me an hour to find a place with reception here.
We had a feeling that may have been the case.
Tori gives her younger sister a look and Killer responds by nodding her head and mouthing the words, ‘yeah, yeah, I know’.
So what did you want to discuss with us, Ms. Peters?
Well, bad news first, our office is basically closed for the time being. So I don’t know when we can officially help you until things get back up and running. That’s not so much a surprise as a, “Yeah, but it’s still a bummer.” What I CAN tell you is that LaValliere’s grip on the case is loosening. She doesn’t have absolute autonomy anyway but now she has even less than normal because the bosses have become aware of more of the situation. If she tries her usual shenanigans, she will not like the answer she gets and neither will your parents.
They’re not our parents… they don’t fucking deserve to be.
Tori gives Killer a brief glare before turning her attention back to the phone.
While I share my sister’s feelings, I apologise for her brash tone. As you can imagine, this whole thing has affected us all. But that is very good news to hear.
It’s alright, if I was you, I’d probably feel the same. Hell, I just work in the office and I really hope we get to work with the police to take them down for this crap!
Damn fucking right!
I just want my baby back… and I don’t want anyone else getting hurt.
A-fucking-men… pardon my French.
Ain’t no need to pardon anything! It’s nice to hear some good news for a change. Things haven’t exactly been great for us lately, and it hasn’t just been because of this whole mess.
How are you?
I’m… alive. What more can I ask for right?
The world has been through a lot over the last two years that really makes us appreciate the life we have more.
Ain’t fucking wrong.
I can get with that.
Ok, I gotta go. Now I have to search for a place to charge my phone. Don’t give up the fight, it's turning your way!
The call ends and Bandit nods.
So how do you like that? Actual good news.
Tori nods, smiling as she takes hold of Mox’s hand.
We’re going to get back our Everything Nice, Spice.
Ain’t it fun, Sugar?
Killer nods as she gets to her feet.
Well on that positive note, Jack and I have got some business to take care of.
Bandit nods as she too gets up out of the chair she was sitting in and they all say their goodbyes before Killer and Bandit leave and we fade.
September 3rd, 2021
Shieldmaidens Penthouse in Las Vegas, Nevada
We open back up to find both members of the Wild Hunt, Killer and Bandit, sitting on a couple of chairs and glaring into the camera, both of them with their arms folded across their chests.
Hey Jack? You know I’m not exactly great at the whole comedy thing… but apparently these people eat that shit up since they seemed to fucking love that SCRS made a mockery of me… on my birthday no less… so... do you wanna see my impression of Solomon Cain?
Bandit just stares at Killer, seemingly somewhere between intrigued and confused.
Killer gets to her feet and hunches over, lumbering about and swaying her arms as she rolls her eyes up into the top of her head.
Grrr! I’m Solomon Cain and I’m mad because the Shieldmaidens stole from me even though they stole something from me that wasn’t mine to begin with but I’m a big fucking cry baby!
The behemoth continues.
Grrr! Oh shit! I need to think of another reason why I targeted you guys to sound more like a badass! So I’ll go and terrorize a couple of lesbians because that’s what you all are! And you’re all just nothing but a bunch of fake ass cosplaying biker chicks!
She turns her attention to Bandit and points to her.
Grrr! You’re a liar, Bandit! You knew what you were doing when you stole my theme song! Ahhh crap! I’ve just went ahead and insulted you all much like every other fucking piece of pathetic trash who has ever stepped up to us has fucking done because I’m an unoriginal fuck head!
As she says the last line, she stops with the impression while turning her attention back to the camera and retakes her seat, folding her arms across her chest again.
You’re a fucking moron, Cain!
Bandit shakes her head in utter disbelief.
She flashes two fingers at the camera.
You had two fucking years to come up with something and THAT was the best you could do?
Rolling her eyes, Bandit looks away.
Like we haven’t heard the Dykes on Bikes bit a thousand times by now?
Shaking her head in angry disbelief some more, Bandit turns back to the camera.
You’re a failure, Cain! You were supposed to be this big, bad ass motherfucker that was going to bring together the group that would fucking end us in the Coven. You were the guy everybody talked about and hyped up as the man that would end Skrabz’s iron grip on the top spot in the company. It was supposed to be you that put him down and put us out and announced that you were the biggest, baddest, meanest fucker out there! You were supposed to be THE Man…
She nods knowingly.
But what happened?
Bandit glares, pointing accusingly.
You fucked up. You failed and instead of being the guy everybody thought you were. Instead of being the guy everybody could see you should be, you pussied out…
She pauses, almost nodding again.
Apparently in the most ultimate way possible, and the Coven actually got better without you in it! So now, you drag yourself back out of whatever hole you crawled out of and the only thing you can think of to get yourself back is to scream at us for using a song and then try and pick a fight with the smallest of us right after she retired.
Pausing again, Bandit just stares at the camera like it has three heads sprouting out of it.
What is it with you and always picking the easiest target?
Not only that, but what is it with you acting like you ended Psycho? I guess when you “died”, so did the very few fucking brain cells you had left! Have you even looked at the Game Over card?! Because we can tell you that Psycho is on said card! So tell us… how the fuck did you END Psycho if she’s back at the next show?!
Killer shakes her head.
We’re getting pretty fucking sick and tired of idiots like you saying the same shit about us and acting like you’re all so fucking badass! You’re all fucking jealous of us! It’s fucking pathetic! You believe we’re a couple of nobodies because we ain’t beaten anyone worth a damn here?! Again… rehashing shit that someone else has already said, because that’s exactly what SCRS said. Fact is, we’re former Tag Team Champions… and despite the fact we no longer have the belts… and that goes for all of the other Shieldmaidens here too… even when we are NOT champions?! We’re still more fucking relevant and important than any of you fuckers ever will be! And you can’t fucking stand that, can you?! That’s why you target us! Jealousy! Fucking pathetic childish jealousy!
On some level it has to really eat your big ass up that Leah is who took what was supposed to be your spot. SHE took Skrabz’ spot. SHE led the group that finally beat us. SHE did more for the Coven than you ever did and now SHE is the one standing on top of the mountain looking down while you crow about bullshit that didn’t even happen!
She looks back to Killer for a second before glaring back into the camera.
You really think that was the first time Psycho has ever seen a flaming table? For fuck sake she was the inaugural hardcore champion in two different companies including this one and she defended in the other one more than once where they seem to have a thing for those so much they should have just called it the flaming tables championship. You didn’t end a goddamn thing, you survived her!
And why… pray tell… do you target US instead of Leah?! Because you’re nothing but a scared little bitch! And you think that WE are easy targets… despite the fact that we have dominated this fucking company ever since it first opened! Because let’s be real, Grundy… you’re upset that Leah took the spot you wanted… so rather than target her first… you target us because one, you still haven’t gotten it through your thick skull that you can’t get rid of us… and two, you’re thinking that if you take on all of us Shieldmaidens and “destroy” us… that Leah will be afraid of you and that’s when you’ll strike!
Killer chuckles and shakes her head.
Except the big problem is, Grundy… you’re not fucking scary! What happened when you first reared your ugly fucking face here? I stepped up to you! And you can run your mouth all you fucking want about how you saw fear in my eyes when I did… but that’s just yet another little lie that you tell yourself in this little fantasy world you live in! I ain’t fucking scared of anyone! And neither are any of the other Shieldmaidens! How many fucking times do we have to tell you dumb fucks these things before you finally realise it?!
So, now that you picked a fight with us, talked your way into a build for a match that might not even happen, burned down an empty building just to piss us off…
She nods pointedly, knowingly to the camera.
Which, that really is ALL that did, was piss us off…
She nods again.
Gone out after random lesbians and talked out your ass because you had a hardcore match with somebody who enjoys them, you get to fight us two on one...
And trust us when we say… if you somehow manage to get the win?! We know we’re wasting our fucking breath here but if you do have any sense left in that head of yours?! You’d shut your mouth about how you’re “ending the Shieldmaidens”! Because we’ll still… be… here! No matter what the fuck YOU do to us!
You know, you been looking for an excuse to let your anger out?
She nods to Killer and Killer nods back.
This Sunday, that opportunity is staring you dead in the face and begging you to let fucking fly on it!
And I’ll be taking full fucking advantage of that, Jack! I’m gonna beat Grundy so bad that his mother won’t fucking recognise him!
Good, turn it up and bring the fucking noise! Cause this time, this ain’t no fucking Hunt! This is an exorcism to send you back where you belong!
A smirk slowly grows on Killer’s face.
I’m gonna have so much fun on Sunday! Burying your ass six feet under!
Killer then throws her boot forward, slamming it right into the camera, causing the scene to cut.
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