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Post by Admin on Sept 20, 2021 12:07:10 GMT -6
 MHW ThrowDown TV Championship
Triple Threat Match
"Mad Dog" Mark Wright© vs Wendy "Zombie" Pellegrini vs Jackie "Bandit" LaytonRoleplay Limit: ONERoleplay Deadline: Saturday, October 2, 2021 @ 7AM Central |
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The Purge
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MHW Hardcore Champion
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Post by The Purge on Sept 27, 2021 11:52:24 GMT -6
September 26th, 2011
Halifax, NS
Backstage at Scotiabank Centre after house show
After another grueling match with the Second City Riot Squad, The three members of The Purge (Katrina “Hairicin” Knox, Charlie “Maneater” Jennings and Wendy “Zombie” Pellegrini) are heading to their locker room, when Zombie nods to them to keep going as she sees a cameraman standing around. Maneater tosses Zombie’s phone to her, knowing what Zombie had planned, and Zombie grabs a towel and wraps it around her shoulders.
“Come on over here, I want to get a few things off my chest about this triple threat match, and now’s as good a time as any.”
Zombie sits on an equipment crate and the cameraman gets set up. He counts her down and she nods.
“Man, it feels like I’ve been here before. How long has it been? I’ll tell you. August the eighteenth, twenty nineteen. ThrowDown, episode twenty-one. I had been feuding with Azurine Vebbins… actually, you know what? We have to go back further, back to episode eighteen. A five-way dance, number one contendership for the ThrowDown Title, and I made our now general manager tap out in about ten seconds to go on and face Azzy for the gold.
Following match, episode nineteen, I get the big dog himself, Skrabz. Now, what people don’t seem to recall was I was one move away from beating Skrabz. I had him up in the Pilgrim/Defender, and he countered it into a mic check and he got the three. That was the level I was at… then.
Rise Again, it’s Azzy and me, Last Dame Dancin’ match which, I have to admit now, was kind of a cute name for the match. She and I killed each other in that ring until I fell off a ladder and went through a couple of tables outside of the ring. Both of us were spent, but Azurine, and I have to give her credit, made it up just enough to break her count and keep her title. Enter Jansen Myrrh and Paul Banter who got involved after the match, beat the shit out of Azzy and left her laying.
Episode twenty, knowing I would be shoved aside and forgotten, took matters into my own hands. I watched the cage match from below the ring on a little monitor, and waited for my moment. When Jensen won the title, those plans changed. So through the cage I came, laid out Azzy, laid out Jensen outside the cage, and made a promise to myself I would see them in that ring for the gold. And wouldn’t you know it, the following show, I would get what I wanted.”
Zombie mops her face with the towel before tossing it aside.
“Now, I told you that story to tell you this one. A year or so ago, the Purge was created to get out from the long shadow the Shieldmaidens leave over everyone. Harry and I? We did things our way. Then Una came along, and brought out an even more menacing side. Changed our looks, changed our attitudes, and got ourselves noticed. Then came CJ, or Maneater, who just got patched in as a Shieldmaiden as well, and from what I heard, figuratively and literally, her and Drago celebrated long into the night. And now we have this new girl going to Ammo, Reina. Haven’t met her yet, but we’ll cross paths soon enough. Now, we are even stronger. Hell, you can say we’re becoming the new Coven. Take that as you will.
So, large group backing me, a side road through Azurine Vebbins, and here I am BACK in a triple threat match for the ThrowDown Title. The opponents, though, they’ve changed a little. Even I’ve changed a little. We have somebody who, despite holding the title as long as he has, motherfucker doesn’t deserve it. Wait, wasn’t I actually kind to ol’ Mad Dog before? Yeah, but then I hear this…”
Zombie pulls her phone out and holds it up to the camera man where we see Mark Wright from his Penitentiary promo.
“First and foremost, those names are so dumb. Zombie and a Bullet, how about Mad Dog does the whole world a favor just puts one through the others head and ends them both?
Wendy, you muscle-bound freak, you have gone and beefed up from what I saw of you in season two of Mile High. Well, here’s some free advice that I’m sure you are too stupid to take, you better lay off that HGH, before your innie becomes an outie. You’re going to end up like that old girl from "One Night in Chyna" if you stay on those performance enhancers. Besides all the human growth hormones and steroids in Russia aren’t going to help you against Mad Dog. No matter how big you get Wendy it won’t help you win this match, because it isn’t the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the dog, and no one in this match has more fight in them than Mad Dog Mark Wright.”
Zombie begins to glare just before the second clip of Mark Wright from the same promo is shown.
“Speaking of creepy creepy, spooky spooky, M. Knight Shamalama-ding-dong characters, we got old Zombie in the mix too. But, you aren’t exactly the Zombie of old are ya? Na, you ain’t the same killer you was last time you were here, but ya still dangerous, and you’re headed back to the old you. The thing is it doesn’t matter if it’s the new Zombie, the old Zombie, or the Zombie of Christmas past, you ain’t winning this girl, cause I ain’t gonna let ya.
You got the tools to win it, but you ain’t want this like I do. If I wasn’t here, you might be able to pull it out, but I am here and I am gonna win this thing. You have been on a roll lately, but so have I, so when or if we hook um up in the penitentiary it’ll be the old cliched unstoppable force meeting the immovable object. We might just cause a big bang and spring forth an evolution here in Mile High. Except evolution is a lie, we were created for a purpose by the grand weaver, and old Mad Dogs' purpose is to be the Ultimate champion.”
Zombie turns her phone off, and puts it aside, before getting up from the case. Her face says it all. Disgust. Anger.
“Another misogynistic, Trump-thumping, thinks he’s all that cause Merica, throwing out the same old shit. Dude, it’s twenty twenty-one, man, get with the program. We shouldn’t have to still be fighting for rights we’ve long deserved. I get that you had your white nationalist extravaganza for four years, but eventually the party has to come to an end, and you have to go back to real life. Hell, it wouldn’t surprise me to hear you never got vaccinated and have been taken horse dewormer as well because you all pray to Joe Rogen. It’s bullshit like this that I think you do not deserve the title you hold. You’re a self-serving, close-minded little fuck from some hick town with the population of ignorance. And it’s a shame because I see the ability you have. I see the heart you have and your desire to help your family, and those qualities are great to have… but then I hear shit like this, and it erases everything good. I cannot let you walk out of Atlanta with the belt you came in with. I refuse to be a statistic you will surely use against me down the road, Mark. Not today, not ever.
And steroids, really? Yeah, you know what? I am a lot more jacked than the last time you saw me, and why? Because I needed to be better. I needed to build more strength, more stamina, to protect the world from blowhards like you. Society regressed while that Cheeto-In-Chief was around. It emboldened the racists, the sexists, the incels. They saw themselves in that asshole and it made them brave. It made YOU brave, Mark. And honestly, your ideology is more toxic than the virus you don’t even believe in. I hate you and your kind, and you need to be eradicated. You need to be cleansed. Like the Kirigawas and the Crosses, I will make sure we never see you in Mile High ever again. You will lose exactly as your president did. Embarrassingly and completely.”
Zombie picks up the towel again and wipes her face, before spitting on the floor in front of her.
“Hold up, I need something to get this taste out of my mouth.”
Zombie gets up, and the cameraman pans around to Zombie getting a coffee from a large carafe against the opposite wall, and comes back holding her styrofoam cup. She lifts it to the cameraman and nods.
“Ah, that’s better.
Now, of course, being a triple threat match, I can’t forget the third opponent. Jackie “Bandit” Layton, tag team specialist. Widow, Sam, Killer, won titles and went practically undefeated. Hell, you and I teamed up back at Myrrhder She Wrote and WE won. It became an inside joke backstage. If Bandit’s got a Smokey, they have the W. Okay, maybe that was just my joke, but still, it was true. That makes things a bit interesting now, doesn’t it?
See, WE could team up and take out Mad Dog, but then it’d just be you and I. We’ve never fought opposite one another, not in an actual match. We’ve sparred, but never in an actual match, so it raises the question. How would you fare solo? I would think your partners rubbed off on you. I would think the training you got from Shonn Maguire has served you well. I can’t even think of any time in Mile High history you’ve ever fought one of your own, have you? Not solo, anyways. I love you, sister, but I’m not sure you’d be able to.”
Zombie tugs at her Shieldmaidens kutte.
“You’re part of the fabric that holds us all together, so to see you standing across from another Shieldmaiden? Nah, I don’t think you could do it. I have, a few times. I’ve beaten Krigare. I fought Bullet in the Penitentiary. I’ve beaten Psycho, your trainer’s own sister. So I have no problem putting the bond aside and getting what I want. I have no problem making you bleed, making you scream, knowing that doing so would get me what I’ve had to wait two years to get back.
This is why I forged my own path, why I created The Purge. Most of you can play by the rules and be successful. Bullet has been Phoenix Champion, Psycho has held a couple of titles. Harry has the Hardcore. Your name is all over the tag titles. Titaness has had a couple of belts. And you’ve all got there the same way. I tried it your way, tried it the Shieldmaiden Way, and then lost my way for too fucking long. I can’t go back to that, I don’t even recognize that woman anymore. She got stepped on, stomped on, thrown to badder wolves than the people who sang my old theme song. They tried forcing me out, and they almost succeeded. I crawled back, Lexa supported me through it all. I am still my son’s superhero. Katrina extended her hand, as did Banshee. THEY are the reason I am still here.”
Zombie looks to the side and reaches over, and when she returns, she’s holding her gas mask. She admires it as she continues speaking.
“This, though, is what it’s all about. This mask represents elevation. This mask represents the creation of new paths, new opportunities. Things that weren’t open to us before. We bucked the hierarchy and we said no more. We don’t fall under your line anymore, not here. Here, WE run the place. Harry, CJ, Una, Reina, me, this is OUR time now. You picked the wrong time to be a hero, Bandit. The wrong time to come solo. You can bet your ass I haven’t forgotten when Harry and I faced you and KC. Of course, you had a partner then. Now, it’s just you and I.
I will not be denied any longer. I will be the ThrowDown Champion again.”
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maddog
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Post by maddog on Oct 1, 2021 17:45:38 GMT -6
These grass roots have all been tilled for generations next in line
Our heaven will never be filled while death overfloweth the mines
The backs that break under the strain of burdens brought on by their lives
Are put out to fend off the rain oppression that cuts like a knife
BANDIT!
WHY IN THE WORLD IS SHE IN THIS MATCH!?!Finished Strip Mine
Logan County, WV
9/30/21- On Camera
Mad Dog leans on the front of his side-by-side staring at the sunset over the ridge on the abandoned strip mine site. It has been many years since the top of this mountain had been ripped off and the black gold siphoned from inside its core. The sun is beginning to sink behind the flat-topped Appalachian Mountains. Still, the burning ball of gas provides plenty of light to allow the proper view of Mad Dog and Sunny, and them a stunning view as well.
Mad Dog stares across the flat surface of the old job site as memories of his career past dance in his head. Mad Dog spits some tobacco juice into an empty Mountain Dew bottle as his view doesn’t leave the sunset, but his voice directs towards Sunny.What ya talken about Sunny baby?Your next match. The booking of this show is an utter abomination. Yeah, I saw it announced on the last Throw Down, switched up my training, I know it’s pretty much gonna be two on one.This whole card is screwed up. Chris Mosh and Azurine Vebbins in headlining matches and you in the undercard. PURE MALARKEY!Ah Sunny, don’t get ya panties in a bunch. Mosh works hard, and he’s a company man, ya know them suck-up, kiss ass types. Shoot, if one of the Mack’s stopped short his nose would go straight up their poop shoot. And Azzy… well that one does boggle the mind, but that is why they make the big bucks. I just show up, kick-ass, get my hand raised, hit the pay window, and down a sixer of cold ones.Sunny sighs and shakes his head, to Sunny, Mark is taking this too lightly and Sunny feels it is a slap in the face to him and the Mad Dog. Sunny knows how to convey the seriousness of the situation to Mark though.Mark, the higher you are on the card the bigger your payout.Mad Dog slowly turns in shock to look at Sunny. Mad Dog’s jaw hangs open and a bit of tobacco juice begins to roll down his chin.You sh*tten me?No, Mark, I’m not.MAN, THIS IS SOME OLD BULLSH*T!You know what else is Bovine Scatology, Jackie Layton being in this match. I mean was Emily Falls smoking crack when she put this card together? Just look at what Jackie Layton has done lately. Loses the tag team titles, then loses in a two on one with her partner to Solomon Cain, loses a rematch for the tag team titles, and then loses her tag team titles. In what world does that lack of productivity and success equate to a championship title opportunity?
This is worse than rewarding mediocrity, worse than giving out participation trophies, this is blatantly rewarding someone for failure. Flat out, Jackie Layton has sucked in the ring and the only way she could have gotten into this match would have been by doing some sucking in Robert Mack’s office.I thought that was Stephanie Sullivan's job?Oh, come on Mark, you know these corporate big wigs, they think the rules apply to them. Clearly, he and Katrina Mack have an open relationship.Shoot, maybe you should make a move on her Sunny.
STOP IT MARK, TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY!Mad Dog throws his spitter down in anger and spins around to face Sunny. Mad Dog storms toward Sunny and Sunny feels panic come over him as he sees how angry Mad Dog is.YOU DON’T THINK I’M TAKING THIS SERIOUSLY SUNNY!?! THIS IS HOW I PUT FOOD ON THE F**KEN TABLE, OF COURSE, I’M TAKING IT SERIOUSLY!
Mark…I…Listen to me Sunny, do you understand how sh*tty I felt after Game Over? Do you know what I felt like when I walked in the front door of my house and saw my kids disappointed faces, or when I woke up Monday morning and looked at myself in the mirror? I do take this seriously Sunny, and BY GOD, I’m gonna turn it up even more and show everyone what I can do. I ain’t just turning the dial up, I'm cranking the dag-on knob off.Sunny’s fear gives way to a confident smile. Good Mark, that is exactly what I wanted to hear.Mad Dog turns and walks back to his side-by-side where he opens a cooler strapped in the back and pulls out a Mason jar of clear. Mad Dog leans against the front of the side-by-side and begins to take a swig while watching the sunset.Sunny watches Mark for a moment and then smirks into the camera.Jackie Layton, you don’t belong in this match, heck even Ray Charles and Stevie Wonder could see that. You don’t belong in the Throw Down title picture or any title picture for that matter. You belong with the scrubs like Psycho and Stephanie Sullivan. Huh, I guess you and Stephanie Sullivan have more in common than originally thought. You two suck in all kinds of places, but that lifestyle will come in handy for you at Throw Down. See, it is good that you are comfortable on your back because that is exactly where you are going to be, laying flat on your back and looking up at the lights, while Mad Dog pins you to win and retain his Throw Down title.
As for Zombie, well I’ll admit you are a worthy challenger to Mad Dog and you deserve this shot. So, it has got to piss you off that Bandit is sticking her nose in your opportunity and weaseling her way into a championship match that should be yours and yours alone. I guess what Solomon Cain said about Jackie being a parasite and living off of the other Maidens wasn’t bullsh*t at all, and actually a factual statement.
You know, if I were you, Zombie, I’d be pretty upset about Bandit trying to steal your shine. Frankly, I’d be downright pissed off. You should probably attack her in the back before the match and take her out. But you won’t do that, will you?
No, no, no. You’re too honorable for that, aren’t you? Well, you call it honorable, and I call it stupid. You are being played like a fiddle Zombie, and you are too dumb to realize it. It almost makes me feel sorry for you… almost, being the keyword there.
Then again, no one has ever accused Zombie of being intelligent. Your catchphrase is “what’s in your head”, and I’m wondering what is in your head, Wendy? It clearly isn’t a brain. You claim that you were some hotshot detective for both the NYPD and the LAPD, a feat not even the most famous make-believe detectives on TV have been able to accomplish. My, oh my, how has the justice system not crumbled under the absences of the real-life Judge Dredd? Unless, you know, that is just bullsh*t and you are a liar. But you’d never lie about something like that would you Wendy?
Maybe you just got your facts, or your story confused. Kind of like you got my words and Mark's words confused. First and foremost, I am flattered that you liked what Mark and I had to say so much that you gave it an encore presentation in your own promotional material. Wow, we certainly made an impact on you.
I suppose it is easier to think the man you can put your hands on in the match said all those mean and nasty things about you. But Sherlock, your great detective skills proved as useless in deciphering our promo as they have in figuring out who stole your crackerjack badge. I called you a muscle-bound freak, I accused you of being on HGH, I called your name stupid, and Mad Dog on the other hand put you over and talked about how tough you are and how you could win it all if it wasn’t for him standing in your way. You missed that part though, didn’t you? You were to quick to anger, a sign of low intelligence. What is in your head Wendy, because the evidence my dear detective, is point to not much.
Sunny smirks and shimmies a bit, feeling quite confident in his string of insults.
Let me ask you, do you Maidens actually believe the crap that comes out of your mouth, or do you actually know it is all BS? Just like you talk about how loyal to each other you are, and how much you like to test your metal against each other.
You Maidens and your loyalty, you think it is what makes you a force here in Mile High, but in reality, it is what holds you all back. When you are working for the greater good and want everyone to be equals, all you do is hold back the real stars of the group. You see, you Maidens are like communism, you are all about the collective and everyone being equal in the group and it has brought nothing but failure and mediocrity. Just like Cuba, Venezuela, and North Korea, the Shieldmaidens are falling under their own self-imposed socialist rules.
Girls, socialism has failed everywhere it has been tried, and you are just further evidence of that fact. It has failed just like every Maiden that has come up against Mad Dog has failed, and you two are not going to break that trend. You two can play your parts as failed socialist states, and Mad Dog will keep playing the same part he has played his entire life, the red-blooded American, who much like Ronald Regan, always triumphs over commie scum.
Right Mark?
Mark?
Mad Dog says nothing but instead continues to stare at the sun sinking behind the mountains. Mad Dog takes a sip from the jar and continues to gaze out over the horizon. Silence sits long enough for Sunny to know that Mark isn’t going to respond to what he said. After another drink, as the crickets begin to chirp, Mad Dog begins to speak. They were supposed to build a shopping center on this mountain top. Supposed to have a new Wal-Mart, a Lowe's, a Taco Bell, an Auto Zone, and a Game Stop, shoot even heard rumors of a Cabela’s. Ya know, all the essential redneck businesses. But, just like every time I was promised a raise by the Coal Boss, that was a big lie. The big coal companies just came in here, hired us for as cheap as they could, and watched us break our backs while they got rich from raping and stealing from these mountains.
My people, the people of these mountains and hollows, we have done been overlooked and taken advantage of too many times. Quite frankly, I’m getten pretty darn sick and tired of it. I come within a frog's hair of winning the penitentiary match, and what was my reward? Left off the show cause of a little tweak in my neck, which did nothing but take money out of my pocket, and then I’m at the bottom of the card against two random opponents. Na, Mad Dog ain’t gonna roll over and take it like I did when I was a young pup worken in the mines.
I shoulda had Skrabz one on one, not that old stretched-out Powder looken Gabriel Buckeye. Shoot, why not Bullet, I eliminated her at Game Over, imagine the tickets champion versus champion would have sold. Na, instead it I was made to sit at home and told to just heal up. And what did I heal up for, to be thrown in the middle of some old family feud. What, am I supposed to be Steve Harvey up in this mofo?Mad Dog shakes his head and takes another sip of the clear. He turns to face the camera, his normal jovial deminer is gone, and instead, he wears a mask of discontent. I ain’t happy about being dropped in the middle of some biker version of the Hatfields and McCoy’s, and I ain’t happy about how I’m being treated. Normally I ain’t one to bitch and moan about my position at work, normally just thankful to have a paycheck, but I don’t put too much into this sport to be dicked around. The people of these hills and hollows got a long history of getten dicked around by the man and a long and violent history with standing up to the man for dicken us around.Mad Dog shakes his head slowly and takes another swig from the jar.Y’all ever heard of the Battle of Blair Mountain? Na didn't think you had, so let old Mad Dog educate ya. In nineteen and twenty-one a bunch of pissed off, fed up coal-miners got fed up with being dicked over by the coal companies, so they went and got their guns and did something about it. It was the largest armed uprising since the civil war, with over ten thousand pissed-off hillbillies confronting three thousand so-called lawmen and strikebreakers, who were brought in by them companies to try and stop um from unionizing the southwestern West Virginia coalfields.
When the shi*t hit the fan and shots started flying nearly one million rounds were fired. The national guard was called in to stop the miners. Those soldiers used machine guns to gun down hard-working men that were trying to unionize and get their piece of the pie. That wasn't enough though, they flew planes over and dropped bombs on the miners. The U.S. Government bombed their own citizens, less than a hundred years ago. Mad Dog stops talking for a moment to soak in the words that he just said, and to let those words marinate into the brain of the people who just heard them. Mad Dog once against takes a slow sip from the jar before he begins speaking again.The soil of these hollows and hills are soaked with the blood of my ancestors and at Throw Down the canvas is going to be soaked with the blood of the Shieldmaidens. That might sound a bit graphic, or maybe even a bit too dramatic, but this old dog ain’t playing around no more. I can say I’ve been passed over, cause BY GOD I HAVE!
BUT!…
I also let two opportunities slip through my fingers. I underestimated El D, and I had Skrabz right where I wanted him when BAM! He dropped my butt outta nowhere. Them mistakes, they are on me and I own um like a man. I ain’t maken excuses, cause losers make excuses, and winners make results, and old Mad Dog is bout maken them results.
But, what I can, and DO take offense to is how I’m being positioned. Two dag-on L’s I’ve taken in Mile High, and they got me at the bottom of the card looking like they ready to ship me off to Ammo. Hey, no offense to anyone on Ammo, but old Mad Dog is a bigger star than that brother.
Maybe everyone forgot though. Maybe round the Mile High offices, it isn’t what have you done, but what have you done for me lately. Well, sorry to say, but Bandit ain’t done a darn thing, so maybe that only applies to us new faces. Or, maybe it is out of sight, out of mind round there. I miss the last show and they start sleeping on Mad Dog. Looking at the lineup like, “oh man, we left our Throw Down champion off, eh, toss him on first”.
It’s ok though, cause at Throw Down old Mad Dog is going to show the Mile High brass and everyone that he ain’t one to sleep on. Mad Dog gonna whoop both them girls, stack up like the patties on a McDouble and pin um both.
Maybe I’m coming off as a whiny little b*tch here, complaining about where I’m at on the card when people are begging to be in Mile High. And ya know I am thankful to have a job here, but I’m also not going to be a dag-on doormat. I’m no stepping stone, I’m no star-maker, I’m the one stepping on the stones, and the one who is gonna be the star. I think some people have forgotten that, but I tell ya right now the Dog Pound ain’t forgot it, the people of these hills and hollows ain’t forgot it, and I d@mn sure ain’t forgot it.
At Throw Down it’s time for this dog to get back in the hunt and start climbing my way to the top. I know they don’t hand you nothing around here, you gotta work for it, and I also know that anything worth having doesn’t come easy. The Throw Down championship didn’t come easily to me, and it dang sure ain’t gonna leave me easy. Zombie, Bandit, or anyone else that wants to take it from it will have to do it like someone trying to take my rifle, you can have it when you pry it from my cold dead hands.
I’m gonna work my tail off to get to the top of Mile High, and I hope when I get to the top Skrabz is there, because I’ll gladly pry the Ultimate championship from his cold dead hands.
As for Zombie and Bandit, you girls wanna go to war with each other and drag me into it, well I guess that leaves me no choice but to lay down my Bible and take up my rifle just like the men who gave up their lives on this mountain a hundred years ago. Cause like my momma used to say when my brother and I would get into a fight, I don’t know who started it, and I don’t care who started it, because I’m finishing it. Old Mad Dog is all healed up, and I’m chomping at the bit to get back to battle. You two might be having this little Purge versus OG Maidens squabble, but we all know how it is going to end. It’s gonna end with one of ya going the Wright way and one of ya going mad.Mad Dog grins and takes another swig from the jar as the scene fades out. |
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Bandit
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Post by Bandit on Oct 2, 2021 0:12:55 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Wednesday, September 29, 2021
Main Room
Bras d’Or
New Orleans, Louisiana
10:07 AM CDT
The room was all set for a big performance later and yet, that’s not what was the concern for Jackie “Bandit” Layton and her sisters, Corrie Layton, Tommie Douglas and Tammy Mulcair. They were talking about what they could do for the next week to top what was coming that night.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Silk wants something special for tonight.
Tommie, Tammy and Corrie all stare back at their sister.
Tommie Douglas: Is it for Ale’s birthday?
Bandit shakes her head.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: No.
Tommie nods while Tammy can’t wait to jump in.
Tammy Mulcair: Mox’s?
Again, Bandit shakes her head.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: No…
She pauses and then smirks almost playfully.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: An argument could be made that it is.
Corrie starts laughing.
Corrie Layton: Dammit, what is it?
Bandit smirks.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: She wants to call it Wet Wednesday…
Tommie, Tammy and Corrie’s jaws all drop just at the name.
Tommie Douglas: She wants to call it… what?
Bandit can’t help but allow herself a small chuckle.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Wet Wednesday.
Tammy cocks her head.
Tammy Mulcair: And this isn’t about Shadow?
Bandit shakes her head.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: She was talking to some of us and just started in on being held aloft and then having it rain on her some and then it ends like Flashdance.
Corrie shudders slightly.
Corrie Layton: Oh my…
Bandit nods knowingly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I’m pretty sure that was the response Silk was going for.
Tommie, Tammi and Corrie all start laughing.
Tommie Douglas: Sounds like her.
Tammy Mulcair: Completely.
Bandit shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: She and Tori designed it right after Tori got Rose back to celebrate and because Silk wanted to do something special.
Corrie smirks.
Corrie Layton: Azzy’d do that too if she was in the mood.
Bandit nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Tori and Silk both mentioned we might need to find a few other good ones or that night so Silk can be a true main event of the evening after a really good show.
Looking down, Tammy taps her fingers on the table.
Tammy Mulcair: Didn’t you have some trio you were thinking of bringing in from that PleasureDome place in Vegas?
Bandit starts to nod.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I do, though they’re a main event of their own. Skylar, Sin and Mercy are a sight to behold…
A chuckle starts to come from Bandit as a realization dawns on her.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Not least of which is because if you blink for a second, you think you’re watching Stacy Jones and Jasmine Matthews with a third woman that you’d be like… “who is that?”
A look of absolute shock and some awe comes over Tommie’s face.
Tommie Douglas: They look like Stacy Jones and Jasmine Matthews?
Bandit nods quickly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: When Jasmine’s a blonde instead of her normal look, yeah.
All three sisters, Tommie, Tammy and Corrie, have their eyes go wide.
Tommie Douglas: We’d draw like crazy with people who look like that!
Corrie cannot nod her agreement fast enough.
Corrie Layton: We really would.
Tammy nods as well.
Tammy Mulcair: I know I’d wanna see that show, them and Silk as a double main event? That would definitely qualify as a Wet Wednesday for a lot of people!
Bandit snickers yet again.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: The guys would think so as well.
Tommie slaps the table.
Tommie Douglas: That’s a show, three women that look like that and then Silk doing Flashdance too?
Bandit smirks.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I’ll make the call and see when they’re available. They are old friends from when Ash, Jezzy and Beth were in UWA. Skylar used to wrestle. Mercy trained to, I don’t know if she ever actually did. She was going to work a team with her girlfriend, Ember. I think Sin was happy sitting in Vegas with her boyfriend, Rocket. I know Skylar’s man, runs the Pleasuredome and he wrestled too.
Corrie nods.
Corrie Layton: Was that Craven?
Nodding in return, Bandit allows herself a smile.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yeah, the Children got involved with them as well. They took Skylar and then Craven somehow got her back and I don’t think anyone knows how he managed that even now. He’s usually open to ideas like this though because it’ll increase their name value back home too.
Tommie smiles just as Bandit had.
Tommie Douglas: He sounds like a smart guy.
Bandit nods in response.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: He started out as a self-taught tracker/private detective. The story went that Skylar ran away from home because her father was an abusive drunk. Craven was her boyfriend and went looking for her and just never gave up until he managed. Word got around about him, but nobody knew what his name was. It was almost like El Mariachi in Desperado where the bartenders are all scared of this mythical guy with a guitar case full of guns only in his case, he has this habit of singing old blues songs. So he would go into a place, be all unassuming and then eventually he’d start to sing and they’d all suddenly be like, “Oh shit….”
Corrie frowns in confusion.
Corrie Layton: And then he ended up…?
Bandit shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Skylar worked there. The original wonder and the fixer were a tag team called the Sin City Knights. Skylar and Craven ended up in the stable with them and this other guy named Quentin “Razor” Sharpe, who was also somewhat of a fixer. I think he’d trained the other guy. Eventually, Craven moved up to being the fixer and then became the head man when the owner opened a second one in Mexico.
Now it was Tammy’s turn to frown in confusion.
Tammy Mulcair: Mexico?
Bandit nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: The original head man is a Mexican Canadian, mom is Canadian, biological father is Mexican. They didn’t get along much so he went down there both because he wanted to reclaim his heritage and because he heard there was a big market down there and apparently found out he was right. The Sirens, Skylar, Sin and Mercy, go down there some too, thus we would be a third big destination for them.
Tommie nods knowingly.
Tommie Douglas: That explains why you’re so certain that Craven would jump on this.
Bandit shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Money tends to talk like that. I’ll make the call when I get back to the office before I get ready to head to Throwdown in Atlanta.
Tammy and Corrie nod, standing up and heading off to their respective usual spots in the club. Tommie nods repeatedly.
Tommie Douglas: This sounds like a really good plan.
Bandit nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Now we just have to pull it together.
On-Camera
Friday, October 1, 2021
Parking Lot
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
9:17 AM CDT
The camera opens on Jackie “Bandit” Layton sitting on her 2014 Harley-Davidson Dyna Low Rider in her usual ensemble of black tactical boots, black tactical pants, black Real McKenzies “Ship” t-shirt, black fingerless gloves, her Shieldmaidens kutte and her long blonde hair allowed to just fall over her shoulders. Bandit sees the camera moving in on her and nods welcomingly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So, here we are and yet again, somehow, Robert Mack has…
She waves her hand in a circle as she considers the implications of how she might describe the situation.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: How shall we say, killed one of their contracts?
Bandit rolls her eyes as if she’s both annoyed and yet not surprised at all at this turn of events.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You know, Solomon Cain wants to be the Shieldmaiden Killer but at this rate, it should be Robert Mack and his contract negotiator that gets that monicker because where Cain keeps fucking missing the target and claiming he has a body count on him, they can actually say they’ve sent four out of this company, three of which were my tag team partners like this is some massive hint to me that I should have outgrown working as a team by now! First Widow, then Sam and now KC…
Almost snickering mirthlessly, she nods in acknowledgement.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And that’s after firing Robi…
Pausing, she nods to the nearby grass.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yeah, Cain, I think they should sue your ass for gimmick infringement if you keep this Maiden Killer bullshit up because they beat you to it years ago and, unlike you, they actually do keep adding to their body count while you steadily avoid clashing in anything resembling a regular fight.
She motions at the camera to move in closer and then leans in herself.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Oh, yeah, and I don’t know if anybody has clued your…
Frowning as she searches for the right description, Bandit shrugs and looks back to the camera proper.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Whatever that is up there that you call a brain, but if you were going to go through all of us before you get to Ale and then try to say you beat us all to get Eav to come back to fight you then you done fucked the pooch, Bitchboy, because that addled melon of yours forgot all about Zombie, Harry and Maneater!
She raises her hands up to low down a retort.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And I get it, I do, you don’t want any of them and thought they had already done your job for you and vacated our table.
She clicks her tongue.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Sorry, shit for brains, but they are very much still our sisters and therefore, you’re not quite to that whole killing us all off thing yet, you missed half the damn list!
Exhaling exasperatedly, she waves the idea off.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: But enough about him, let’s talk about me, Zombie and Mad Dog for the ThrowDown Championship!
She nods agreeably.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Like I said already, this is like a hint that I should have outgrown the tag team scene and that I shouldn’t go back and yet, technically it’s also pushing me back towards it because Zombie’s in here and she and Harry are two fourths of what should be our new tag team to go back and bring that gold back home with the Purge!
Nodding slightly more forcefully, Bandit points to her chest.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Nobody here knows tag teams the way i do and believe me when I tell you if you thought I was the only one here that could do that, then you haven’t been paying attention to Zombie and Harry since they got here at all and you didn’t pay attention when they went through WWA like a fucking wrecking ball!
She points to the camera with her fist.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: When you hear it, Papa-Uniform-Romeo-Golf-Echo…
She pounds that fist into her open hand.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: That has always meant your ass was going up in the sling and it wasn’t coming down in a way you found pleasing!
Rubbing her hands together eagerly, Bandit grins almost playfully.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What would it mean now?
She shrugs while also nodding in acknowledgement again.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: It means Mad Dog and i would be having a rough fucking night, him a bit rougher than me because I’m at least one of their Maiden Sisters. Mad Dog…
She nods yet again in acknowledgement.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Well, see, he tends to get himself into shit and now it’d be a bit deeper because it’s not just one of us that would be upset with him.
She pats the side of the seat of her bike.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What does it all mean really?
She nods as if the answer should be obvious.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: It means Mad Dog is coming to defend his championship and Zombie and I are coming to try and make his night a little less enjoyable than he’s used to it being. We’re all going to listen to two managers mouth off as only they can and then we’re going to fight and probably harder than usual because neither of those managers tends to hold back when they start going off.
Yet again, she nods in acknowledgment.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Granted, Una isn’t nearly as dismissive as Jimbo is but that seems to be his shctick and if he wants to be a horse’s ass tyo amke Mad Dog look even better in comparison to him as a sort of doing a solid for an old family friend, well, fuck, who are we to stop him from making a horse’s ass of himself?
She shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I mean, he tries every time he opens his mouth and golly, wouldn’t you know who always wins the pony on that one?
She nods knowingly and then stands up off the bike.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Once all the talking is over, Mad Dog, Zombie and I are going to step in that ring and show the world what happens when three of the most talented champions in this company’s history thrown down on each other for a championship on a show that both bear names that resemble what we do!
She smiles and nods to the camera.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So what do you think, guys? Let’s fucking throw down!
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