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Post by SolomonCain on Oct 29, 2021 17:48:53 GMT -6
I stare at the Louisiana-based Shieldmaidens clubhouse from the driver’s seat of my panel van. I take a drink of my juice as I watch some unpatched Maiden-Momma enter the clubhouse, it looks like a packed house tonight. Mount Diablo was pretty full when I burned it to the ground too. I know the Maidens would have you believe differently, but they are just trying to save face. They don't want anyone to see the chinks in their armor, but they don't understand their weakness has been on full display for the entire world to see since season three began.
Like so many great imperialists before them, the Shieldmaidens tried to colonize Mile High Wrestling, and they were quite successful in the first two versions, but by season three everyone else had evolved, while you Maidens had stayed stagnate. Stagnation is a breeding ground for disease, but I've already covered how every single one of you is cancer. And cancer is a lot like this sport, in that if cancer or you as an individual aren't growing then you are dying.
The rest of the roster, and quite frankly all of Mile High have outgrown you Maidens. The indigenous people had passed up their colonizers, and it was time to revolt. That is what is happening to you Maidens, a revolution. We the people of Mile High Wrestling want our freedom from the Maidens, and we will not only run you out of Mile High, but we will also erase you from the entire history of the organization.
I look on the floor beside my seat at my MP5 and give a toothless grin. After all, what is a revolution without enacting your second amendment right? All I need now is for the rest of those b*tchs to show up.
I have the perfect way to pass the time though.
I pop the glove box open and pull out a sheet of acid and rip two tabs off. I place them on my tongue and lean back in my seat. As the tabs devolve in my mouth, I think to myself, "why just two?".
Two more tabs are ripped off and placed on my tongue. I sit back in my chair and stare at the clubhouse. I feel my brain begin to melt away.
I close my eyes to chase the white rabbit down its hole. How long my eyes were closed I do not know, I just know the sound of some sh*tty Harleys rumbling with aftermarket pipes wakes me.
It must be her.
I sit up and look out the window and there she is, Alex "Bullet" Carbajal.
She's flanked by her lackeys Bruiser and Psycho. The gang's all here.
Good.
I grab my MP5 and put the strap over my shoulder before cooking it. I then pull my .45 from my front holster and chamber a round. Finally, my favorite, my BAE, my knife. I pull it out and admire the freshly sharpened glistening blade.
"You will be wet soon my dear" I whisper to the knife before kissing the blade.
I look from the blade to the clubhouse and see the doors shut. Two no-name members stand out front was sentries; I wish I knew their names but there are too many of these brainwashed lost little girls to keep track of. I take a deep breath and let my thoughts flow before exiting the van.
Perhaps it's just the way the light falls
But everything looks like a target to me
And I don't know where the gun is
But I'm certain that it's pointed at me
Do you know why I hate you Bullet? Why I hate all the Shieldmaidens?
Because you are all phonies.
No, I'm not talking about the same old story of the dykes on bikes, or the Sons of Anarchy cosplaying bullsh*t that everyone always talks about. No, I'm talking about something much deeper, much more personal. It is that you are phonies to yourself.
To thy own self be true.
But none of you can do that. You are all stuck in a perpetual wonderland. A land where you're all Superman, oh sorry, Superwoman. A land where you are never bruised or scratched, a land where defeat doesn't exist, a land where it's always sunny and seventy-five. A land where you are all... bulletproof.
I give a toothless grin at my own awful joke. I'm seeing everything in thermal now, the acid is kicking in, and I can't wait to see the rainbow of colors that spraying blood will create.
Your wonderland, much like your Mount Diablo clubhouse, is about to go up in flames. The same clubhouse that in your wonderland was vacant due to remodeling, but yet I heard the screams and death bellows of those unfortunate souls trapped inside. The cameras heard it, everyone who watched it heard it. But, in your fortified wonderland, there were no casualties.
This time it is different though. This time you will be dragged into the real world against your will. You can kick and scream, and you can say no, but it is of no use. You will be stripped bare, your facade of indestructibility will be torn away and cast aside. I will leave you stripped naked and exposed as the vulnerable little girls you are.
You don't believe me now, and it is because you have bought into your own lie. Bullet, you have surrounded yourself with sycophants who play along with your fantasy, and this had led you to a false sense of being and security. This leaves you out of touch with reality, and means your reality check, your snap back to reality... well it means it's going to hurt that much more.
I wonder if your egomaniacal psyche will be able to handle it, or if you will have a full mental breakdown. I suppose we will find out soon, that is if you live long enough for the world to find out.
I pull the hood of my sweatshirt up and palm my knife as I exit the van. With my head, I march toward the clubhouse, and as expected I am met with opposition from the prospect posted as security guards. Look at these girls, they resemble meth-head beauty pageant contestants, what could they ever secure?
One of them steps forward with much bravado, "this is a pri...".
That is all she gets out before a quick but precise swipe of my blade cuts her throat open. She grasps her throat, trying to stop the blood from spitting out, but it seeps through her fingers. I see the shock in her eyes, then the terror, and finally I see the life drain from them as her body collapses.
The other guard is frozen in shock, completely crippled with fear. Before she can scream my hand is over her mouth and I force her against the wall. I turn my knife diagonally so it slides between the rib bones as I thrust it through her flesh and into her lungs. Her lungs collapse from the pressure and she falls to the ground unable to scream. She will suffocate before she bleeds out.
I kick the front door of the clubhouse open and I see a barroom full of prospects. Is this an MC or a cult? If only these Maidens would literally drink the Kool-Aid.
And in the jungle, retched jungle
They say the lion eats tonight
And all around it is a coliseum
Dripping with a voracious appetite
I pull my MP5 out and begin to fire. The sounds of shots ringing out at a fully automatic rate thanks to modifications drown out the sounds of their screams as they run in terror. My bullets easily pierce their leather vest as well as their flesh.
The magazine is quickly empty and I drop it and slam another in, but pause to reflect upon the damage I have caused. Bloody, injured, and even some dead bodies lay upon the floor, and this pleases me.
BULLET!
COME OUT NOW, AND ILL SPARE THE REST OF THE MAIDENS!
I wait for a response; in the time frame, I deem long enough there is no response. I cock the gun and fire rounds into the heads of two injured Maidens before pausing again.
THEIR BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS ALEX!
What kind of coward just lets her sisters die when all she has to do to save them is sacrifice herself?
Oh yeah, a coward like Eavan Maloney, and apparently you Bullet.
A door opens on either side of me, and to my disappointment neither door reveals Alex. Instead, I'm met by two of the lowliest of minions, Kara Carter and Katrina Knox.
I sigh with disappointment and then place a bullet between Kara's eyes. Her body falls to the ground, killed with one shot.
You were always the easiest to kill.
I look at Katrina, she isn't afraid, she is angry. Her tournament win that doesn't amount to sh*t has infected her with hubris. I want to strip that undeserved sense of pride from her, and I want to do it with my bare hands.
I holster my gun and wave my hands at her saying, "well, come on".
She charges me, and I must admit that I'm surprised by how hard she hits me. I stagger back a bit but quickly regain my footing.
Huh, and I thought Zombie was supposed to be the tough one.
She swings a wild punch, and I easily slip it and catch her with two counter body blows. She falls onto a table and as I step closer, she spins around and shatters a beer bottle across my face.
I stagger again and feel the familiar feeling of warm liquid running down my face. No, it isn't the cheap beer they serve here, it's my blood.
That's how you wanna f**king play huh?
She charges, using the broken bottle as a stabbing device. I catch her wrist, stopping her thrust. She may be the biggest and strongest of the Maidens, but she isn't sh*y compared to me.
I swing her body around and trip her to the ground. She tries to scramble to her feet, but the tip of my steel-toed boot finds her ribs and exits her energy along with her air from her body. I grab the bulky woman, that is if it is still safe to assume she is a woman, by the hair and drag her towards the bar. As she regains her breath, she grabs at my hands trying to pull them away, but I put a stop to that quickly by bouncing her skull off of the wooden floor.
A few more tugs and backward steps and I am at the bar. There at the bottom is a footrest bar, because this is a house built for tiny b*tchs who are only big in their own minds. I turn and step over Katrina so that I am mounted on her back. I left her head and move it towards the bar. She tries to scream, but it is muffled as her mouth is filled with bar. I then stand and stomp the back of her head, ramming her jaw over the mouth, knocking her teeth out, dislocating her jaw, and knocking her out.
The b*tch just got curved stomped.
Now, where is Bullet?
BULLET! COME OUT, COME OUT, WHEREVER YOU ARE!
It’s just like you to hide behind your cronies Alex. You’ve been hiding behind them over and over again. Not just since I have placed the target on you, but for your entire career. You aren’t a leader; a leader joins her comrades and fights alongside them. You, you hide behind them and throw them in the way of anyone who dares challenge you. You are no leader, you are a dictator, and the Maidens are as brainwashed as the North Koreans. Guess that makes you Alex Jun Il.
There will be no hiding at Black Magic, you will be locked inside of that cell with me and you will have to scale to the top with me. You think you are safe with your flea-bitten, chihuahua b*tch as the special guest referee, but neither of you is safe. I have destroyed Maidens two on one before, and I’m certainly going to do it again. I know Eavan thinks she can just disqualify me and give you the win, and even threatened to do so.
I can’t help it, I started laughing. I laugh so hard I have to hold my stomach.
Eavan, you really are an idiot, aren’t you? You have no idea what you have done. You were pumped up by Alex, and anger. You claim I am the one who chases after you, but yet you are the one whose thoughts are consumed by me. You rushed headfirst into that special guest referee spot, you and Alex were both so eager to try and one-up me. So eager to come up with a master plan to win, because you know that none of you can stand up to me one on one, or even two on one.
Alex, Eavan, you played your hand too hastily, because you were guided, driven, and consumed by fear. This led you to what can only be described as an idiotic decision. Eavan… how are you going to disqualify me in a match where there is no disqualification?
I smile because the proverbial other shoe has dropped.
Eavan, how are you going to give Alex the win with a fast count or a fake submission, when there are no pinfalls or submissions? The only way to win this prison break match is to throw your opponent off of the top of the cell. Eavan, there is nothing that you can do to stop me from destroying Alex, and there is nothing you can do to stop me from destroying you too.
You two thought you pulled fast one, but you have walked into my parlor. I am the spider, and you are the flies. And everyone will see you BOTH fly when I throw you both from the top of that cell.
I toss a Maiden into the air, where she lands, I do not care.
I smile because it is time to get back to killing.
I head for the hallway when someone who looks vaguely familiar steps into the doorway. She is small, angry, and suffers from “penis envy” but that could describe almost any of these Maidens. She is seething with anger and appears drunk, again this could describe almost any of these c*nts. What does stand out about her though is a massive tattoo across her stomach, the font and artist work is too awful for me to clearly make out though.
Solomon Cain, you toothless fat ass, look at what you have done to my sisters. I will tear you limb from limb, I will eat you alive.
Lady, I don’t even know who the f**k you are.
I’M THE MANEA…
*PEW!*
*PEW!*
*PEW!*
I didn’t have the time, or the desire to listen to her answer. I have come for Alex, and there have been enough distractions placed in my way. So, I placed three shots into her chest with my .45 and dropped her. I step forward and stand over her, watching as she tried to stop the bleeding from her chest by holding her hands over the wounds. I stare at her awful tattoo and finally make out the word “maneater”.
I watch her eyes fill with fear as the Grim Reaper creeps closer upon her. She reaches out and grabs at my pant leg in one last attempt to cling to life. I shake my leg, knocking her hands off. It is time to end this.
*PEW!*
A single round to the head and she is done.
I say hey there, fella
Whose soul are you tormenting now?
Hey there, fella
Whose soul are you tormenting now?
I move down the hallway, following my nose as the LSD has heightened my sense, even more, allowing me to smell Alex’s fear. I stop at the next to the last door in the hallway. I rub my hand on the wooden door and know that Alex stands on the other side. Before I burst in and end her life, I take a moment to reflect.
Alex, my loss to you last season, well, it really sent me off the deep end ya know. After that, the loss in the four-way… I couldn’t live with myself anymore, so, I stopped living with myself. Well, I tried anyway, but they found my body before the drugs could fully take me. I was revived but I knew I was going to end it all, and how I was going to end it all. I followed through with that, but The Devil knew my work wasn’t done on Earth, he knew I’d suffer more here on Earth than in Hell.
So, a deal was struck. I become the Harbinger of Death, THE DEATH DEALER… and I get to come back to Earth and wreak havoc upon anyone I see want, so long as when I am done body the Devil gets the soul. And while you may try to pretend and be some cold, calculated, warrior, deep down you have a soul, the soul of a scared little girl. I didn’t come back because of a song, no matter how many times you Maidens want to get hung up on that.
NO!
I came back for you Alex.
I came back for Tyke Index.
I came back for Skrabz.
I came back to right all the wrongs, and avenge all the evil deeds that had befallen me in my previous times in Mile High. I knew that to get to you I would have to dispatch Maiden, after Maiden until you had no one left to hide behind.
Well…
It appears you brought Eavan in to hide behind, but she is merely a human shield that will be turned into a human sacrifice. Eavan may think she is in there to be a referee, but she is in there to be a victim. She is but a lamb to be slaughtered, just as you are Alex. Make no mistake about it, I will lay hands on Eavan, I will bloody her, and I will break her… and it will all pale in comparison to what I will do to you, Alex.
Everything I have done to the Maidens will be delivered upon your head tenfold. You are their master, Alex; you are the head of the snake. And the only way to kill a snake is to cut the head off. While I may not decapitate you on live pay per view, I will throw you off of the top of that cell and watch your body…SPLAT, onto the concrete below.
No, pun intended. Only malicious and deadly intent is intended. This ends tonight if I find you in the clubhouse, and if not, it ends at Black Magic. It ends the only way it possibly can… in blood.
In the course of all the previous events
It is evident that something's bound to happen
Come on, rear your ugly head to me
I've got nothing to lose but my apathy
I take a step back and deliver a big thrusting kick to the door sending it flying open. I look up and do not see Bullet, instead, I see Eavan Maloney. I smile as I am so pleased to see her face, but then I see the barrel of the shotgun she is holding.
Oh, sh*t.
*KA PLOW!*
I fly back into the hallway, the breath knocked out of me from the impact of the 12gauge buck shut slamming into my chest. I hold in the pain, I let it run over my body, I let it fuel me. I make no sounds, I make no moves, I let Eavan think she has slain the monster.
WHHEEWWWW!!!
I DID IT! I TOLD YOU I’D DO IT BULLET! I TOLD EVERYONE I’D DO IT!
I knew I’d kill you, Solomon Cain. Who cares that you are twice my size, that you’ve beat every other Maiden, and that I only won like two matches in Mile High, I told everyone I was a badass and now they will believe me. They will believe me because I have ended the toothless fat boy. And to think, this all started because you were a crybaby about some stupid song.
She stands over me, looking down upon her trophy. This is most likely the proudest moment of her life because it is probably the only trophy, she has ever bagged outside of a youth sports participation trophy. I feel her eyes on me, and when my eyes pop open I see her fill with fear. My hand thrust upward and grabs her scrawny neck.
I move to my feet and she tries to maneuver the shotgun into position to get another shot off, but it is too cumbersome at a close range. I knock it from her tiny hands with a single swipe of my bear paw-sized hand. His hands go to my wrist, and she tries digging her fake acrylic nails into my flesh, but the jokes on her, I like that sh*t, I’ve been cutting my arms since I was a teenager.
I watch the fear build in her eyes, and the wistfulness of her actions grow in her brain. I smile, making sure she sees my toothless grin, after all, she loves to call me toothless, but little did she know my fire would consume her.
Eavan, your hubris is your biggest weakness. That is a trait that Alex, and frankly all of the Maidens seem to share with you. You all suffer from a major ego and superiority complex, and no one seems to know where it comes from. Maybe it is from the dominance the group once had in days gone by, or maybe you are all just mentally handicapped narcissists. I know you are all quite dense and do not have the best grasp of the English language, so allow me to put it in terms I’m sure you and Bullet will understand.
Your mouths write checks that your asses can’t cash.
I feel my hand begin to squeeze tighter around her neck. She begins to claw at my arm and pull at my fingers. I place my other around her neck as well and begin to squeeze.
Eavan, make no mistake about it, I am going to kill you. However, it is up to you to if it is slow and agonizing, or quick and painless. All you have to do is tell me where Alex is.
Her hand moves from my wrist and points to the door at the end of the hall. I smirk as I look into the eyes of the fearful coward.
How easily you give up that which you were sworn to protect. What about Black Magic, would you crumble so easily? When I dangle you over the edge of the cell, would be begging for mercy, would you give up Alex, or would you keep up your badass facade? No matter what you answer, you cannot be trusted. You have proven yourself to be a liar over and over again, you have proven that in the heat of battle you crumble and succumb to fear. You are a coward Eavan and this world needs fewer people like you.
I squeeze tighter on her neck. The pressure on her throat is too great for her to speak, let alone scream, but she still fights with all she has left, which isn’t much. I feel flesh and veins busting under my hands, and soon her body is limp and her eyes roll back in her head.
I drop her body and turn to the door at the end of the hall. It is time to finish this, to finish Alex, to finish the Shieldmaidens.
Alex, this war I started, you all insist on believing that it is all about a song. You poor fools, you still believe that. I even told you all it was never about a song, but yet you cling to that. It’s as if it somehow diminishes my power, diminishes my ferocity. If this is all about a song, then Solomon Cain can’t really be a resurrected demon here to bring an end to the Shieldmaidens. So, you cling to that, as if it were your lifeboat as if it somehow protects you all from my wrath.
All it does Alex is make you all look like fools. You cannot see the forest for the trees. This isn’t a temper tantrum over a song, this is an all-out war, and the song was simply the catalyst I used to bring this war forth. It was “weapons of mass destruction”, it was my blockade of the Philippines, my… ya know, I’m wasting my breath. You are too f**king stupid to even understand the metaphors I am using here.
You only understand one thing Alex, and while you are bilingual, you really only speak one language. The language of violence, and we are going to have a very long conversation. We will discuss your many sins and transgressions, and then you will pay for them all. The cost is much more than just a pound of flesh… it is your soul.
That is….
If you even have a soul.
I doubt that you do.
The way you have let your sisters fight and die for you, all while you stood back and tried to pretend like it wasn’t happening. Those are the actions of a soulless coward. You concern yourself with El Diablo Blanco, brainwashing new prospects into your cult, and business outside of Mile High. All the while, you should have been focused on me.
I AM THE WHITE DEVIL!
I AM TEARING MY WAY THROUGH YOUR CLUB!
I AM IN THE BUSINESS OF DEATH, AND BUSINESS IS GOOD!
This is no TV show on Splat like The Wife, where when things get back someone can just yell cut. NO! This is your end; this is the end of the Shieldmaidens. I have beaten every single Maiden to cross my path, and now I will beat you and crush what remains of the Maiden mystique. Make no mistake about it, you are the head of the Maidens Alex, and I have my foot on the throat of your little cult. Right now you are gasping for air, and taking your last breathes as my boot presses down harder and harder onto your throat.
Now it is time for me to finish the job and crush your windpipe. It ends with you Alex, and it ends with a death blow. So hurl your sophomoric insults, like toothless and fatty, because this isn’t middle school, this is war, this is life and death… well actually, for you it is just death. Because just as sure as sticks and stones DO INDEED…break bones, and words will never hurt you, Solomon Cain will kill you.
I stop outside of the door and take a moment to reflect on the moment. I have wanted to see life leave Alex Carbajal’s body. I am going to kill her, either here and now with my blade, or at Black Magic with my bare hands.
The root of the problem has been isolated
The root of the problem has been isolated
The root of the problem has been isolated
The root of the problem has been isolated
Come on, motherf**ker
Come on, motherf**ker
Come on, motherf**ker
Let's throw down
I kick the door open and find myself in the “church” of the MC. There is a giant table in the middle of the grand hall, and it is surrounded by chairs. I look around the room and to no surprise, at all, I do not see Alex. I snarl as I realize just how big of a coward she is. Then my eyes fix on the table.
I walk closer to it and notice the large carving in the middle of the table with the Shieldmaidens logo. Then, I smile my toothless smile as a wicked idea comes to my mind. I step up onto the table and climb onto the top of it. I step to the middle of the table and unzip my pants. I pull my member out and begin to urinate on the carved Shieldmaidens MC logo.
¡ENFERMA ENFERMA, TE MATARÉ!
Ah, there she is. I look to the end of the hall and see Alex step out from behind a Maidens flag. She had been hiding behind it like a little kid hiding behind the curtains in a game of hide and seek. Then I realize she has something bigger in her hands than what I do.
Alex lifts an AK-47 up and takes aim at me, she has me dead to rights, literally caught with my dick in my hands. I dive forward as she begins shooting. Her shots are wild, the power of the 7.62x39mm rounds are too much for her little hundred- and thirty-five-pound frame to handle.
I quickly flip their table over and take cover behind it. Some of the rounds penetrate the table, but luckily none of them penetrate me.
I hold fast until the shots stop, and I know it is time for her to reload. I emerge from behind the table with my MP5 aimed at Alex. I squeeze the trigger and begin to fire, but she dives through a window that was behind her to escape.
You lucky little b*tch, always finding a way to survive.
I move to the window and see a bit of blood and black fabric stuck to a shard of the broken glass. She is injured and bleeding, and soon I will bleed her out.
I don’t want to put a bullet in Bullet, no that would be too quick, too painless.
I drop the MP5, and even my .45, but I pull out my blade as I step through the window and into the hunting fields.
Just rear your ugly fucking head
I'll put it on a platter
Just rear your ugly fucking head
I'll put it on a platter
Come on, motherf**ker
Come on, motherf**ker
Come on, motherf**ker
Let's throw down
I move with purpose, but also with silence as I follow the faint trail of blood. The drops and spots grow as I continue stalking my prey of Alex Carbajal. All around me is metallic derby as if we were in a junkyard, I guess they have to do something with their sh*tty rebuilt bikes when their shade tree mechanic skills fail them and the machine.
The blood trail stops as I reach an old car, it is too old and rusty to distinguish the make and model, but that is of no consequence. It is a fitting hiding spot for her, hiding in something that is giving way to decay, just as she hides behind the other Maidens as they all give way to the decay that I have brought upon them.
I shatter the drivers-side window with my fist and then lean in to grab Alex, but I find the cab vacant. I must admit, I am a bit perplexed, the trail led to this spot and then stopped. I calculate where else she could be in the car, either under it or the trunk. I pull myself out of the cab and begin to look under it when I hear Alex’s voice shrieking.
¡MORRE, FOLLADO MONSTRUO!
I turn just in time to see Alex swinging a pipe right into my knee. I drop to one knee from the force of the impact, and as I grit my teeth in pain, I see her pull back and swing again, this time landing the pipe across the side of my face. I’m knocked down, not out but down on my face in the dirt.
I hear her guttural and animalistic screams and grunts and feel the pipe slam into my back over and over again. The blows stop, I hear her panting like a dog and see the pipe fall to the ground. I make no moves; I only wait and gather my thoughts and strength. Out of my peripheral view, I see her stand, still catching her breath. I see her turn and slowly begin to walk away.
As she moves, I push myself up to my feet, and she freezes as she hears me rise. She slowly turns and looks me in my cold, dead eyes.
¿Qué carajo?
This doesn’t end until one, or both of us is dead. This was never about a song, never about Eavan, it was always about getting you alone, one on one, so I could do the job no one else could, and that is ending the Shieldmaidens' reign of terror. It was about getting you alone, one on one, to avenge and right the life-altering moment that sent me on my downward spiral on September twenty-ninth, two-thousand and nineteen, a moment that is burnt into my brain for the rest of my life, the moment when I lost to you. At that moment, I told myself if I’m not good enough to beat you then I might as well die.
Well, I did die.
But now I’m back, and I’m back to right that wrong. If I’m going to keep living then I have to beat you… I have to kill you. I am stronger than you Alex, and I am stronger than death. I defeated the death, I defeated Satan, I have defeated the grave… so what f**king chance do you have?
She panics and begins to run, which is exactly what I would expect from her. I begin to chase after, but the pipe has done more damage than I originally thought, so instead I hurl my knife and sink the blade into her back, right between her shoulder blades.
Alex falls to the ground and I stalk towards her. As I get closer, I hear her sobbing and whimpering into the dirt like the wounded prey she is. If she was smart enough and could put her ego aside long enough to believe in something bigger than herself and her cult, she’d be saying her final prayers.
I grab the handle of the knife and twist it, digging the blade deeper into Alex’s back. She lets out a blood-curdling scream of anguish… and I love it.
I pull the blade out and grab her by her hair and flip her over onto her back. Her face is covered in a beautiful mix of dirt, fear, pain, and tears. I kneel on top of her, letting my weight sink on her chest. Alex “Bullet” Carbajal is completely helpless and she knows it. Alex knows that she is completely helpless at my hands, and there is nothing she can do to stop me or beat me.
Alex, this helplessness you feel, this pure terror… it is what I first felt when I died and awoke in hell. It is the worst moment of your life, but right now, this is one of the best moments of my life. Death… it is too good for you Alex.
NO!
I’m not going to kill you, that would be too quick. I want you to suffer. I want you to live out your days in shame and embarrassment. I want you to wake up every day in pain, pain that I cause from a lifelong injury. I want you to have nightmares about me every night, and I want you to wake up in pain and know it is from me. I want to haunt you until the end of eternity.
I slam the knife into the ground beside her head and she screams in fear, and my joy increases.
Alex, I’m going to throw you off the top of that cell and watch bounce off of the arena floor below. I will watch you be carted off on a stretcher. I will come to the hospital and stare at you in recovery. I will come to physical therapy and eat popcorn while I watch them teach you to walk again. And you, your façade as some legendary competitor, some mythical badass b*tch… it will crumble away. You will be left as nothing but a shell of your former self, an icon who fell so far and so hard… both figuratively and literally.
Physical death isn’t the worst thing for you Alex, oh no, death of your legacy and legend will be much worse. And I am the dealer of that death.
I'll make you wish that you'd never been born
I'll make you wish that you'd never been born
I'll make you wish that you'd never been born
Come on, motherf**ker
Let's go
The sound of rumbling Harley’s brings my eyes open, and I find myself sitting in my panel van once more. I look up at the rain-covered windshield of my panel van, and through the wetness, I see the Shieldmaidens clubhouse. I look to my passenger seat and see my MP5. I reach over and pat it, saying “next time baby, next time, death is too good for them”.
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Post by Bullet on Oct 30, 2021 0:28:42 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Thursday, October 21, 2021
Outdoor Area
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
7:21 AM CDT
It was construction time.
Alex “Bullet” Carbajal stands in the grass where a pavilion used to be that had been hammered by the recent hurricane. The pavilion was being redesigned by members of both the Shieldmaidens and Chrome Dragons MCs but for now, the space was empty. As the Shieldmaidens President stands there surveying the area, she is joined by Khary “Spectre” Kenyon, Kevin “Caveman” DeCinces, Todd “Dammit” Warren and Jackie “Bandit” Layton. All five had gotten a message from Bullet and were now intrigued to see what she had in mind.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: You having second thoughts about the pavilion?
Bullet shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, I am simply wondering…
Caveman and Dammit both frown.
Todd "Dammit" Warren: Wondering about what?
Kevin "Caveman" DeCinces: And tell me there’s no social media involved….
Dammit, Spectre, Bandit and Bullet all laugh.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: Aw, don’t worry, Man, we’ll get to get back to torturing you with that soon enough.
Caveman’s head droops.
Kevin "Caveman" DeCinces: Shit…
Bandit smacks him on the back.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Cheer up, Big Man, we would not be out here just to talk about efedder and twitter and shit like that.
Caveman nods and Bullet grins.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Es la verdad...
Dammit chuckles.
Todd "Dammit" Warren: So of we’re not out to here to fuck with Cavey, what are we out here for?
Bullet nods slowly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I have a match soon against Solomon Cain for MHW. It will be here at the Smoothie King Center. I will need to practice climbing a fence as it will be a match inside a giant cell and to win we have to go to the roof.
Spectre nods.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: How tall we talking?
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Twenty feet.
Caveman looks at her, stunned.
Kevin "Caveman" DeCinces: You want us to build you a twenty foot fence wall for climbing?
Bullet nods.
Kevin "Caveman" DeCinces: Fuck…
Dammit and Spectre look over the area.
Todd "Dammit" Warren: Think we can do it?
Spectre nods.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: We get Davis and Donnie out here, rig it so that it's secure with the trees and the building over there…
Dammit nods knowingly.
Todd "Dammit" Warren: Couple days?
Spectre nods.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: If we get the materials.
Bandit grins knowingly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I believe that is where I come in. Money is no object so whatever we need to make this happen so Ale can get ready for this shit, we got it.
Caveman shakes his head.
Kevin "Caveman" DeCinces: Why did it need to be this?
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Someone thought it was a good idea and I am certain it will be a spectacle for the cameras. One of us must be thrown off to win.
Dammit shakes his head
Todd "Dammit" Warren: We got some shopping to do. Don’t you have to be in Georgia tomorrow? .
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Rome, for SRW.
Bandit nods in agreement.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Probably end up staying over, coming back Saturday too.
Spectre grins.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: Think we can have it ready by the time they get back?
Dammit grins right back.
Todd "Dammit" Warren: So long as Caveman ain’t gonna spend the whole time moping.
Caveman shakes his head.
Kevin "Caveman" DeCinces: Fuck you, Todd Dammit!
Dammit grins back at him.
Todd "Dammit" Warren: Love you too, Cavey!
Spectre nods to his two Chrome Dragon compatriots.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: We’ll be fine.
Bandit grins.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: We going shopping now?
Spectre nods.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: We’ll need the van and possibly a delivery truck but… yeah…
Bandit smirks.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: This is going to be fun!
Bullet nods appreciatively, approvingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Thank you.
Spectre shrugs.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: Whatever we gotta do to help you prepare, right?
Todd "Dammit" Warren: This will give you how long to practice climbing that shit?
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: A week.
Dammit nods.
Todd "Dammit" Warren: I’ll get the van.
Spectre nods.
Khary "Spectre" Kenyon: We riding behind him or we going in your ‘Stang, Jackie?
Bandit looks at Caveman and grins.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Mustang.
Caveman’s head droops again.
Kevin "Caveman" DeCinces: Shit, that means I gotta ride with Dammit.
Bullet pats him on the back.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It is for a good cause.
Caveman nods.
Kevin "Caveman" DeCinces: I know, doesn’t mean I have to enjoy the ride.
Dammit shrugs.
Todd "Dammit" Warren: It could be worse, we could be getting Davis and Donnie too.
Caveman starts walking towards the parking lot.
Kevin "Caveman" DeCinces: Let’s go before y’all change your minds on that.
Bullet, Bandit, Spectre and dammit all start laughing.
Bullet: I will see you when you return. Happy hunting for the materials! [/font]
The others nod and head off after Caveman, still laughing at the big man's misery.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Thank you…
On-Camera
Friday, October 29, 2021
Warehouse Gym
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
8:09 PM CDT
The camera opens on Alex “Bullet” Carbajal sitting on the edge of a ring seemingly lost in thought. Wearing a pair of MMA shorts and a sports bra, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, she looks around the now empty gym and shakes her head at some unspoken thought as she surveys the silent room.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It always amazes me to think we staged a show here not that long ago…
Her gaze travels around the room and takes in every corner, every piece of equipment, every nook and cranny.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: August Sixth, our sister, Dokueki, was given carte blanche by SRW to stage a show and breathe new life into it. This was the second episode of the reborn Fury Road and she wanted to do something special, so she asked those of us that were active in SRW if we would stage a Shieldmaidens Showcase Match.
Bullet’s eyes travel to the ring she's sitting on, the very ring used for that night.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Five of us in the ring fighting each other here, at home.
She slaps the ring.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It was the first SRW show to happn here in New Orlean and not only would it happen in our city, it would happen here.
She points to the ground beneath her dangling feet.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We would main event a show broadcast from right here at Shieldmaidens HQ, our very own clubhouse.
Nodding to herself, Bullet allows herself a small smile of satisfaction.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It was a great night and everything Dokueki had hoped it would be. It solidified her in her spot and it allowed us to show the world we would hold nothing back if we were booked against each other.
Sliding forward, Bullet hops to her feet in front of the ring.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And now, for the second time, MHW is bringing a show called Black Magic here to New Orleans and just like the first time, we have some very big encounters on the card. Harry’s fighting Gabriel Ohio and Iam fighting Solomon Cain…
She pauses and then nods slightly in acknowledgment of a point.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It is almost funny given that the first Black Magic saw Zombie fight Pretty Ricky Stanton…
A playful smirk crosses her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I really hope he enjoyed all those red M&Ms!
As she takes a deep breath, Bullet allows herself a momentary chuckle at the thought of Pretty Ricky’s car full of his hated red candies.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Amusing as that memory might be, it is not why our matches this time are almost funny, the other match that night is.
She nods knowingly, pointedly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: The Shieldmaidens versus the Coven.
Another almost playful smile crosses her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And you know why that makes this match funny, do you not, Solomon?
A slight nod follows, any semblance of a smile now gone.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You were supposed to be in it.
Another nod and Bullet starts counting off the names on her hand as if there is a list sitting there in front of her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It was supposed to be our illustrious War Queen, teaming with Jansen Myrrh, Double Team Ihari and you against me, Jack, Sam, Sorsh and Bex.
Bullet moves her gaze up from her hand back to the camera, looking almost sad and apologetic.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It would have been a glorious battle for dominance between two factions that were poised to be the two big bulls in the Mile High china shop. The two bulls Skrabz could only wish Toll Gang had been. This was to be the battle that determined if we were finally unseated by another group. The kind of battle they write operatic homages to that ring out through the ages and remind people of the greatness of the olden day when the names involved have moved from being ordinary living people, through memory, and into myth where they have become the legends parents tell to their children and say, “These were the Old Gods that used to rule once upon a time that you can now aspire to be!”
She nods in satisfaction.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And as it came off, it WAS a glorious battle. Leah and Jansen and DTI all fought valiantly. Jack, Sam, Sorsh, Bex and I fought valiantly as well…
She grits her teeth and then shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But…
Looking back to the camera, Bullet sights.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It was not what it was supposed to be, was it, Solomon?
She shakes her head, a look of slight annoyance creeping into her eyes. .
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, because you had run off like a caremonda in the night and went off to pretend you were not just being a coward running from a fight!
Her tongue crosses between her teeth and then runs across her upper ones as she looks like she wants to spit in disgust.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You have spoken of us in tones that questioned who we were and what we are. You have spoken of us as if we have no courage to fight back but we are not the one who bailed out of a fight after picking it, arranging the sides and setting it all in motion.
She points accusingly into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You did that.
Anger starts to cross her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You truly were the Lost Child, because that is what ran off on the Coven and left them to fight us here in our home without their literally largest gun! A lost child that seen what it had tried to bite off and apparently decided this was a really stupid idea and so pussied out befoe the fight really got going!
A snarl takes root in her features.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Bury you with your guns on?
She points accusingly again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You did not bother to have any guns on you in the first place!
Her hand sweeps around to point behind her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: While you went off and hid “in hell,” they came to the fight and they showed that at least they had the huevos to come to the fight!
Her arm moves so that her hand can come back and then drop to her side.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And what has to be the part that truly drove you crazy is that the Coven found a replacement that actually made them better! They found Gabriel Ohio and he made sure they won that match at Black Magic that you could not be assed to even show up for!
Her hands go out to her sides.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And now here you are, near two years later and all you can say for yourself is you so wish you were him!
She nods derisively.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You changed everything about yourself. You started calling yourself the Death Dealer to sound darker and edgier. You started talking in dark, vague and cryptic phrases… just like Gabriel Ohio…
She nods in acknowledgement and disgust.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Only you do not do it as well as he does. For him, it is a reality born from suffering and mental illness that have left him a tortured individual.You use it as a cover to hide the Lost Child that you really still are under all that mumbo jumbo mierda!
Disgust boils up and washes over her like a wave coming in with the tide.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Death Dealer…
Her eyes narrow.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Who are you hoping to convince here, Solomon?
She nods forcefully and then points towards the door of the room.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Oh, because you put Sorsh through a flaming table, you “killed” her?
Bullet shakes her head in stunned disbelief.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Did wherever you went in the two years you hid yourself out of the public view, did you just bash your head against a wall until nothing inside it worked anymore or were you always this addled and you somehow escaped all notice?
Fresh anger comes to the forefront.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Saoirse Maguire was the first Hardcore Champion here in MHW but she was also the first Hardcore Champion in SRW as well. She’s won it two more times over there. A flaming table is a nice Tuesday afternoon for her so, no, you did not kill anything with that little toy. That kind of thing is fun for her so all you did was actually show up for a fight once and you survived it.
Rubbing her hands together, Bullet seethes as her teeth start to grind.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Your match against the Wild Hunt, you did not kill anything either. All that proved was that we can count on you to show up for a match a second time, you survived again, and Robert Mack’s business dealings struck again.
She pounds her right hand into her left.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You talk about killing things, killing us, but you have never been able to even hurt one of us. Gabriel Ohio gets to say he got one and good old Robert Mack can say his office skills have gotten four nwo but you…
She points into the camera, nodding as if she knows what he’s saying back to her already.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You have been trying to end the Shieldmaidens in Mile High since 2019 and all you’ve managed to do is get beat by me then and then run off like a puta to suck your own dick in private because no one else would do it for you!
Her fist pounds down on the edge of the ring.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So we are going to go to war in a Prison Break match where we take a steel cage and defeat the entire purpose of one by intentionally trying to get out and then go climb to the top of the Cell it is inside as well and throw the other off the structure and I am sure people will look at this and say, “Well, on paper, Solomon has the advantage because he’s bigger, stronger and should be able to physically dominate while Bullet has an equalizer in the special guest referee, Krigare.”
She nods slightly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Those are wonderful little facts but they do not take into account that we are not fighting this match on paper, Solomon.
Glaring into the camera, she points accusingly all over again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You picked this fight by going after the smallest of us in Eavan, right after she retired no less, and then you pushed it more by arguing with Jack about a theme song that you can have back now. Then you went to the clubhouse in Mount Diablo and made sure their renovations would need to be a bit more on the complete side while you ran around bragging about things you have never done and never will do!
She nods forcefully one more time.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You picked this fight, Solomon, and now I get to take the Lost Child and put you over by knee! You have wanted to get rid of us for years and on Sunday, I walk into that cage and show the world that you are incapable of keeping that promise just like you were incapable of keeping the promise that was the Coven! You cannot kill us, Solomon and now you’re going to need yet another new moniker because after this match it will be painfully obvious that while a dealer may have been involved in the way you think, you are not dealing death to anyone and damn sure not to me!
She turns and points her hand at the camera like a gun.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Aim high and take your shot, Solomon, but you are not the one that takes me or any of us down!
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