We open up to find Kara “Killer” Carter, Gabriela “Taza” Carbajal, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, Molly “Mox” Kenyon, Tori Carter and Jenni Taylor all working together to clean up the damage done to the club after Hurricane Ida. Bullet and Taza are busy removing any remaining debris while Mox and Tori are wiping down dirty surfaces and Killer, Bandit and Jenni are sweeping up, whether it’s sweeping away any remaining water or whether it’s just dirt. After a few moments, Killer glances over to Jenni as she stops sweeping.
Hey Jenni? I just wanna say thanks for helping us out with this. You honestly didn’t need to.
Pausing for what seems like an age, Jenni eventually shrugs almost absently.
I needed something to do that was not simply wasting away with a beverage.
Killer glances over to Bandit briefly with a slight look of concern on her face before turning her attention back to Jenni.
Well we’re happy to have you here, and you’ll always have us by your side no matter what, ain’t that right, Jack?
Bandit looks up from her broom and nods.
You know it!
Jenni sighs heavily.
Sorry about that, it’s just I haven’t wrestled in nearly a year’s time now and without that I have nothing to occupy myself with.
We understand. I mean, I can’t speak from experience but considering how much I love this industry, if I ever found myself not wrestling for a long period for whatever reason? It’d drive me insane.
Just as Killer finishes her sentence, Becca “Bruiser” Maguire arrives on the scene followed by Matt Robinson.
Lasses? Robinson is here. Lad says he’s got some fuckin’ news for ya’ll.
Everybody looks up.
¿Es la verdad?
Robinson looks around the club briefly and smiles.
Well first of all, it’s great to see this place is still standing after the hurricane. But yeah, there’s a police officer on his way here, Officer Liam Dunne, who has some big news for you all. And don’t worry, Dunne is one of the good ones.
I hope so, the last time police officers came in here it was not so nice.
You can fucking say that again.
Hopefully it’s good news.
Robinson nods as he folds his heavily tattooed arms across his chest before looking over to Jenni.
It’s good to see you, Jenni. How are you holding up?
I’m here, for the moment, that’s enough.
Robinson nods as for the second time, Bruiser appears followed by a middle-aged man with dark brown hair and a beard dressed in a suit with a police badge strapped to his belt.
Officer Liam Dunne here to see ya’ll.
The officer nods to everyone.
Ladies… and gentleman. I am happy to inform you all that Frank and Anne Carter have been brought into custody… and due to the severity of this case, the court hearing will be taking place on Wednesday.
Tori’s face immediately lights up before she embraces Mox before being joined in the embrace by Killer who nods.
That’s great fucking news!
I’m honestly stunned.
She starts to tear up and Bullet quickly takes her into her arms.
Robinson offers Dunne a handshake and it’s accepted.
Thank you, officer.
The officer nods before taking his leave and Robinson turns his attention back to Jenni, he goes to place his hand on her shoulder but then decides against it and folds his arms again.
They’re gonna get what they deserve, Jenni… I promise.
Jenni nods slowly, still trembling from the emotions washing over her. Bandit grins at the bar.
Hey Mox, what have we got that’s good?
Mox’s eyes flash.
What’s your pleasure, Sugar? The stock’s all still good. It wasn’t hurt at all.
Celebration rounds on the house!
Everyone then makes their way over to the bar and Mox begins to prepare drinks for everyone as we fade.
September 15th, 2021
New Orleans Municipal Court in New Orleans, Louisiana
We open up outside as Killer, Taza, Bullet, Bandit, Mox, Tori and Jenni all exit the courthouse, all of them dressed smart due to the court hearing they were just a part of. Killer lets out a long and drawn out sigh as she puts her arm around her older sister’s shoulders.
It’s finally fucking over…
Bandit shakes her head.
I’ve never heard a judge as angry as that family court judge was. I think she would have locked them up herself if they weren’t already. The way she said “Make this court a pawn in a sick game,” I mean…
She blinks in shock.
Just then, Agent Lizzie Peters along with Robinson come around the side of the building with Rose in a stroller.
Somebody looking for a lost child?
Tori immediately rushes over and lifts Rose up out of the stroller and embraces her as tears stream down her face.
My sweet baby girl! Mommy’s missed you so much!
Mox walks over and joins them.
Tori turns and gives Mox a kiss before handing Rose over to her.
Our family is complete again, Spice.
Mox nods, kissing Rose’s little head.
Yeah it is.
Killer, Tori and Mox look over to Peters and Robinson.
Thank you both for all of your help with this.
Tori nods, still teary eyed.
Yes, thank you so much!
My boss is almost as pissed as that judge was. I’m just happy this case is over because it was such an egregious example…
Everyone nods in agreement when the doors to the courthouse open again and Frank and Anne Carter are escorted out in handcuffs by police officers. Killer spots them and begins to make her way over to them, naturally everyone else with her immediately follows on after her, expecting the worst.
Kara! Don’t do anything stu--
Killer cuts her off by raising her hand and then cuts off her own father before he’s able to say anything as well.
Don’t say a fucking thing and just listen! We hope you fucking rot for everything you’ve done! Taking Rose away from us?! Having Jackson murdered?!
My parents too…
Today you didn’t just lose your fucking freedom! You lost your entire fucking family! Because as far as we’re concerned? We don’t have parents! But we have a family that has done more for us than either of you two have ever done for us! So good fucking riddance!
Relax, I’m done.
The group then turn their backs on Frank and Anne and start walking away. Robinson walks next to Jenni and puts his hands into his pockets.
You okay, Jenni?
Jenni just nods as she watches Jackson’s killers being led away.
I just do not wish to see or speak to them…
Well you never have to. Those bastards will never see the light of day ever again after everything they did to us.
Come on… let’s go home so we can get ready to move on to what’s next instead of being stuck on their bullshit!
I’ll drink to that!
Robinson nods as he stops in his tracks.
You ladies enjoy yourselves, I’ve gotta get back home to my kids. But before I go…
He turns his attention to Jenni again.
If I’m out of line asking this, Jenni… then I apologise. But I’d like to take you out for dinner some time.
Oh wow… I…
She pauses, obviously completely caught off-guard.
I’m bloody spinning… but I feel I should say yes to you if for nothing else than to get meself out of the bloody house.
How about tomorrow? I’ll pick you up at seven?
Robinson smiles and nods.
I’ll see you tomorrow then. You all take care.
Robinson gives everyone a wave before walking off in the opposite direction and once he’s disappeared around the corner, Killer turns to Bandit with a smirk on her face as she outstretches her hand.
Told you he liked her Jack, now you owe me twenty bucks.
Bandit hands her a twenty.
Never let it be said I don’t pay off…
Killer laughs and shoves the note into her pocket as the group makes their way to the parking lot as we fade.
September 15th, 2021
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse in New Orleans, Louisiana
We open back up to find Killer and Bandit, collectively known as The Wild Hunt sitting on a couple of wooden stools while looking into the camera in front of them. Killer crosses her tree trunk like arms across her broad chest and glances over to her tag team partner.
Hey Jack? You a believer in superstition?
Smirking, Bandit starts singing.
Well, I ain't superstitious, black cat just cross my trail
Well, I ain't superstitious, oh the black cat just cross my trail
Don't sweep me with no broom, I might get put in jail
I’m sure you’re aware of the phrase “third times the charm”, SCRS? Because this will be the third time SCRS will be going up against The Wild Hunt.
You know they’re going to say it doesn’t matter because fuck us, schmucks up, schmucks down, right?
I’m aware. But I don’t care.
The behemoth shrugs.
It’s like I’ve suddenly had a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. SCRS can run their mouths about us all they want. They can mock us over losing to Grundy two weeks ago. They can continue talking about how we’re a couple of nobodies. Because the reality of the situation is that you and I both know how good we are in that ring. We both know that we are a damn good tag team so… why the fuck should we pay attention to what anyone says about us anymore?
Bandit shakes her head.
Her hand squeezes into a fist.
That is honestly the single most…
Cutting herself off, Bandit grits her teeth and looks away.
Your queen didn’t think we were nobodies when she was making her name here against us! Neither did Cain or Skrabz or anybody else who ever stepped in there with us and if your queen tries to say that to Skrabz, she’s gonna get Mic Check’d back into reality in a hurry and find out she’s just been keeping his property warm for him!
Exactly. I mean, we’ll give you credit where credit is due… you came here and you were the first team to beat us, and then you took the titles from us. But if we’re just a couple of nobodies? If we’re not worth a damn in your eyes when it comes to what we do in the middle of that ring? What does that make you two? Surely it would mean that you aren’t that great either.
And it means those championships that you carry around that should symbolize that SCRS are THE shit around here just mean you’re the same old shit and nobody should give a good goddamn about any of you or anything and if that’s the case then what the fuck are we even doing this for?
She wags a finger at the camera.
Those fucking champinships should be sacred! They are what every team that comes in here strives to be, what they strive to achieve! They mean you are the best this company has to offer and to treat them as less than means you shit on everyone who has ever worked here and given their blood, sweat, tears, time and effort for anything including your own goddamn queen!
And that is why we will always be better than you in every single way. Because we actually give a fuck about those belts that you carry. The moment Jack and I first won those championships, beating our own sisters to do so? I was on top of the fucking world! I was on top of the fucking world because I knew the history of those belts!
Killer points to Bandit.
I knew that tagging alongside this woman! My fucking sister! A sister who I would die for! I knew that I was tagging with the best tag team specialist this company has ever fucking seen! I was proud to hold those championships with her! And that’s why seeing you two with those belts… that you two have admitted to yourselves that you don’t give a fuck about… that pisses us off! You’re not champions! Hell, you’re not even wrestlers! You’re just a couple of pathetic pawns here to protect your queen!
And you should be so much more than that!
She points accusingly into the camera.
You should be building a legacy that would rival any faction in the history of this business! You should have the kind of cred both in the ring and on the street that is usually reserved for the Charters of the Hell’s Angels from the 60’s that everyone talks about in hushed overtones because they don’t want another Altamont to happen to them! That’s who you SHOULD be!
And that’s the difference between the two of us and the two of you. Because we are proud to be who we are! We fight to be who we want to be, who we should be, and we do it without giving a damn what anyone else thinks or says about us! We are fucking Shieldmaidens!
Killer points to Bandit and then to herself.
We are The Wild Hunt! And we’re coming to take back what belongs to us!
You smell that?
She sniffs the air.
There’s blood in the water… it’s time to take down the prey! The Hunt… is on!
Killer and Bandit then bump their fists as the scene fades.
The scene opens up outdoors in what looks like a field. “Mighty J” Jed Coffey is shown barefoot in a pair of American Flag shorts, no shirt and his hair pulled back into a man bun. Stoically sporting his aviator sunglasses per usual, Coffey stands in front of a structure of milk crates resembling a pyramid. Placing one foot on the lowest crate, Jed takes a step forward and brings his opposite foot up on the next level of crates.
Layla Diaz: Dafuq yous doin ova her, Mighty J. Get da hell down off dem crates befoe yous go an fucks up yous ankle a sumtin.
Jed Coffey: Little D, I’m good. I’m doing the milkcrate challenge. I’m about to be TikTok famous and all those Schmucks out there are about to be converted over to my beeshes and booshes.
Layla Diaz: Dis what yous fixated on right now? We gots bigga fish ta fry comin up.
Jed Coffey: Just a sec, Little D. I’ve almost got it.
Coffey is now on top of the pyramid of milk crates but they are visibly wobbling at this point as Jed struggles to keep his balance. He begins his descent down the crates when the second highest level topples to the side. Going with it, Coffey is able to land on his feet safely but he’s still disappointed.
Jed Coffey: I should have done a forward roll and went into an exaggerated spin out. That would have gotten a fuck ton of views.
Diaz walks up to Mighty J and smacks him on the arm.
Layla Diaz: Quit fuken round an get yous head in da damn game. We ain’t her ta play round. We defended dem straps dis weekend.
Jed recomposes himself before the duo turn towards the camera aimed at them.
Jed Coffey: This is now the third time that we’re about to see the Second City Riot Squad going up against the Wild Hunt in four shows. I know what all my beeshes and booshes out there are thinking. You’re thinking why? Why are we seeing this matchup again so soon? The all dominant Wild Hunt reigned supreme until you dastardly SCRS made your presence felt. You beat them in decisive fashion. In doing so, you turned around and were granted a Tag Team Title match. Again, in a conclusive manner, the Riot Squad took those titles from the Hunt and stood tall as the champions. Now, here we are yet again, SCRS vs Wild Hunt with the MHW Tag Team Titles on the line; this time inside the confines of a steel cage. But why? A rematch clause? That’s fine. We’ll give the Wild Hunt their rematch and we will do so inside a steel cage and that’s because we don’t back down from a fight.
Diaz steps in and takes over for Coffey.
Layla Diaz: Yous two from da very start be actin all big an bad. Yous two puff out yous chests as yous walk by an act like yous shit don’t stank. Wells, I gots sum news fa da two a yous. Ya shit stank. Like bad. Fa reals, da only reason dis match even be taken place is because a sum silly rematch clause. We done beat yous asses twice. Solomon Cain done whooped both yous asses at da same damn time an yet here yous two stand still gettin a shot at da real champs.
Not content being outdone, Coffey takes a step in front of Diaz.
Jed Coffey: It’s actually quite funny how the tables have turned oh so quickly, ya Schmucks. When Little D and I came into Mile High Wrestling and got booked against the two of you, you took us lightly. You looked past us and you suffered defeat at the hands of the Second City Riot Squad. Fast forward a few weeks and now you’re running your mouths acting like we’re the ones that aren’t giving you credit where credit is due. Almost like we’re looking past you. News Flash, ya Schmucks. Credit was given. Still is. The Wild Hunt were always the best that Mile High Wrestling had to offer.
A disgusted look comes over Diaz’s face as she looks over at Jed.
Jed Coffey: I repeat myself. The Wild Hunt WERE always the best that Mile High Wrestling had to offer. That is until the Second City Riot Squad set their sights on taking those belts from you. You see, we admitted to the fact that we had no intention of coming for OUR belts until you two decided to become a nuisance for the Queen. You sealed your fate with one miscalculated interruption and the rest became history. The Tag Team Titles came over to the SCRS and immediately gained prestige. You see, each and every day that Little D and I carry these belts, the value continues to grow. The Queendom rose and our power grew stronger. Meanwhile, the two of you increasingly grow to be pests. You’re like fruit flies or gnats. We keep swatting you away but you keep finding your way back. This Sunday at Throwdown, this is done. The two of you and the two of us will not keep doing this week in and week out. Three matches, three victories for the Second City Riot Squad. That’s what they’ll be saying but that isn’t all. No, no, no. This Sunday, we’re locked inside the steel cage. All four of us. You may think I’m all jokes with Schmuck this, Schmuck that but try as you might, you’re entering SCRS territory inside the steel cage. You’ve become pests and what do we do with pests?
Layla Diaz: We exterminate dem.
Jed Coffey: That’s right. Layton and Carter, you can call Mighty J the exterminator because this Sunday I’m ready to finish off the irritations in which you are. It’s already plain to see that you two aren’t operating at 100%; especially you, Carter. Put on a show all you want but we all bore witness to Game Over. We saw Solomon Cain put his hands around your throat and just squeeze. Slowly, your every essence poured from your body in that vice like grip to the point you had blood spewing from your mouth. You’re not 100%. Don’t go putting on a front. We stood across the ring from you last weekend in Fresno and Daly City. You weren’t that same “Killer”. Listen to me, Carter, ya Schmuck, if you think you’re going to walk out of Throwdown with OUR Tag Team Titles in your hands… if you think you’re going to walk out of Throwdown at all, you’ll be sorely mistaken. You’re going up against us in a steel cage match and when I say the Second City Riot Squad will not be going up against The Wild Hunt any time soon in the future it’s because we’re ready to make what Solomon Cain did look like child’s play. If you want to pull the SCRS’s bitch card, go ahead and do it. You won’t like the end result.
Diaz, ready to comment on her own, places her arm in front of Coffey and guides him backwards.
Layla Diaz: Yous two wanna talk about superstitions? Yous tinkin third times a charm? Get yous all a rabbits foot. Hang a horseshoe round yous neck like yous Flava Flave. Pluck every foe leaf clova ya bish, Psycho, can find. Get yous a swarm a ladybugs. Yous two can do all yous want ta try an prepare fa da SCRS but der ain’t no preparin fa us. Foe sides a dis ring finna be covered by cage. No in, no out unless yous jus straight scared. Mighty J be talkin bout exterminatin yous but dat ain’t da half a it. Da steel cage be SCRS territory. Maybe we slam yous heads in da door an pop it like a pimple. Maybe we toss yous limp bodies off da top a dat cage and smile when it go splat. What yous two shud really be doin is rubbin an egg on yous. Yous should be coverin yous selves wit red and start sportin dat Mal de Ojo. Yous should light a candle cuz I ain’t fuxin round. Dis Sunday at Throwdown, the Second City Riot Squad is rollin up inta Madison Square Garden wit a purpose. We takin yous two out once an fa all. Knees an cuttahs aside, dey finna be blood an dey finna be bodies piled up.
Jed Coffey: To put it another way, it’s going to be Schmucks Up, Schmucks Down.
Jed holds out his hand for a high five with a smile on his face. Diaz just stares up at him shaking her head. After an awkward few moments, Coffey looks off to the side and points at something.
Jed Coffey: Hey, you wanna go feed that donkey some beer? Get it all messed up?
The camera pans to show a lone donkey just standing in the distance before coming back to just Jed Coffey and Layla Diaz.
Layla Diaz: Maybe latah.
The two walk off in the opposite direction of the donkey as the scene comes to an end.
Admin: Note that the deadlines have changed. I made the change for the convenience of the other judges.
May 17, 2021 15:21:30 GMT -6
Admin: Hope everyone is enjoying their 4th of July weekend/week/day! 💪💯💯
Jul 4, 2021 14:22:58 GMT -6
Admin: Where do yall hist photos? I'm thinking about switching sites, because I'm paying a monthly subscription for Photobucket and they got watermarks back on my images. I'm guessing it's a glitch or something, but it's already been two days.
Aug 7, 2021 6:56:18 GMT -6
The Purge: I use Imgur - and I've never paid a cent for their services, and no water marks
Aug 7, 2021 8:48:13 GMT -6
Deleted: o.o Lord, Rob! Get away from Photobucket ASAP! I’m with Haircin — use Imgur. It’s way better and costs nothing.
Aug 8, 2021 16:28:35 GMT -6
Admin: I appreciate yall! ✊💯💯 Ima look into it this week. Apologies to everyone if some of the images for the show tonight have that Photobucket watermark. I didn't have the time today obviously to make any switches. But I will make time this week. 💯💯
Aug 8, 2021 17:43:04 GMT -6
Admin: Katrina will probably be happy too as she was just telling me I was crazy for paying monthly for a photo host. Lol.
Aug 8, 2021 17:44:00 GMT -6
Admin: ***NOTE*** I moved the deadline up 12 hours to give the judges an extra day to read over the rps.
Aug 10, 2021 15:29:37 GMT -6
Admin: Started messing with Imgur today and confirmed to myself that Imgur was the original photo host I was using for Season One and the beginning of Season Two of MHW. Something made me mad and thats when I switched to Photobucket. I don't remember what though.
Aug 12, 2021 16:08:47 GMT -6
Admin: Ima still switch back to it though, because the Photobucker watermarks are still showing up on some images.
Aug 12, 2021 16:09:19 GMT -6
Admin: ***Just A Reminder*** The new deadline is less than 24 hours away. 💪💯💯
Aug 20, 2021 9:45:58 GMT -6
cmosh: Marisol Vilaró is Spanish, she is from Spain
Sept 14, 2021 22:50:17 GMT -6
Admin: Noted 💪💯💯 So I can get Rrina to teach me how to pronounce her name.
Sept 15, 2021 15:35:32 GMT -6
cmosh: Don't worry I don't know how to pronounce it either. She is actually played by someone else, so it is sometimes hard to do RP's with them due to our work schelduce but I am alound to use the character over here
Sept 15, 2021 19:28:12 GMT -6
Admin: Trying something different with the match writing, based off of research and just to try something new. It's a hit or miss concept, so feedback would be appreciated. ThrowDown will also debut the new layout concept. AMMO will start with that new layout...
Sept 18, 2021 8:35:55 GMT -6
Admin: ...on the following AMMO. This AMMO will just have the new match writing idea.
Sept 18, 2021 8:36:32 GMT -6
cmosh: I want to apologize to everyone for not doing a rp this week. Just been a tough week at work and other things got in the way as well, again I'm really sorry for not rping this week
Sept 18, 2021 21:07:43 GMT -6
Admin: It happens, brudda!
Sept 19, 2021 19:49:09 GMT -6