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Post by Admin on Jun 13, 2018 16:26:06 GMT -6
Triple Threat Match
"Desert Rose" Anya
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"The Adorkable Angel" Azurine Vebbins
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Alex "Bullet" Carbajal Roleplay Limit: 2 Roleplay Deadline: Wednesday, June 20, 2018 @ 2AM Central Time |
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Post by azurinevebbins on Jun 15, 2018 5:18:46 GMT -6
As Da Lyric Says “Dis Time, Baby, I’ll Be Bulletproof” [Our scene opens up inside the kitchen area of a Raleigh, North Carolina hotel room. “The Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins is quickly preparing breakfast for her sweet-heart “The Heart of Infinity” Alyssa Daniels while also freestyling promotional material for Mile High Wrestling. Her reason for being in North Carolina was two-fold. One, her aforementioned girlfriend had an LFL game today against the Raleigh Renegades. Two, she miscalculated when her next match for a local professional wrestling promotion would be. Still, it was a blessing in disguise to spend an extended weekend vacation there. Granted, she did obligations associated with her “alternative apprenticeship” which fans surmise is code for “filly training.” However, those would be attended to when she returned Sunday night. Right now, “Da Damsel in Dat Dress” was jamming out to “Bulletproof” by La Roux while dressed in a “Shush My Tush” kitchen apron (which is currently in the production stage over at MHWShop.com) and sky-blue heels. She lays down two frying pans, covering the first with bacon and currently leaving the second frying pan empty. Ms. Vebbins also decides to pour some pancake batter into a pancake/waffle maker.]
Azurine Vebbins: Didn’t expect to be in a Dree-Way Dance so soon here in Mile High Wrestlin’. Requires da utmost tact and poise to perform wid two different partners. One has to divide attention equally. Dis may prove difficult considerin’ yours truly will be starin’ down a “Bullet” and a “Desert Rose” next Wednesday night. Indeed, da two women whom “Da Damsel in Dat Dress” will be bumpin’ and grindin’ against are Alex Carbajal and Anya, respectively. Legally, da name on da latter’s born certificate is Elena Belrose, but for our twisted tango it’s Anya. Oders lackin’ tact might suggest dat she would be Anya Back, Anya Knees, or Anya Tummy, but dat’s not me ’cause I have no intentions in seein’ her get plucked. No, she’s merely da variable in dis equation dat’s already been solved. How? She’s a model of integrity, dedication, and a witness to maintainin’ peak levels of fitness. Plus, when compared wid our mutual match participant, she just appears to be a primrose wallflower.
[Ms. Vebbins proceeds to crack a few eggs against her second frying pan. She then starts the process of scrambling them. Azurine also loads four slices of bread into the hotel room’s toaster.]
In stark contrast, deyr’s Alex Carbajal a.k.a. girlfriend to da woman who stole a victory from me last Wednesday night. Makes sense she and Jackie Layton would be a couple given bandits always feel more protected when firin’ off bullets. Dat’s what happened two nights ago, didn’t it? Except instead of deyr bein’ one in da chamber, Shieldmaidens orchestrated a ballet of four. Not only did I have to contend wid your girlfriend, Alex, but deyr was Fianna Donnelly on da apron distractin’ da official as well as you and Ophelia “Widow” Blaque skankin’ ’bout. Again, relatin’ back to my gimmick, I’m referrin’ to da style of dance one does to ska music and not da sordid second meanin’. Was still sordid but for oder reasons. Layton nearly stole da show. Instead, you dree gave me trust fall issues via a Triple Powerbomb onto da arena floor. So, again, yeah, I’m glad we dance dis week Carbajal...if only to exact personal vengeance.
[Azurine pulls the toast out and proceeds to apply the proper amount of butter on both slices. Vebbins also decides to slather peanut butter on two slices while placing grape jelly on the other two slices.]
By dis point in our triple twirlin’ Anya will say dat she shouldn’t be overlooked or underappreciated. Neider is da case. I’m lookin’ at you da requisite amount I should. I also appreciate you not wantin’ interference from dose serpentinin’ Shieldmaidens. And aye, yea, aye, our exhibition tosses rules and propriety over da top rope but we humbly request a clean finish. Will dat happen? Probably not. Hell’s Hand Jive troupe of Layton, Blaque, and Donnelly will attempt to...which is apropros wid it bein’ da forty-year anniversary of da classic film…”Grease” Alex her first Singles win. Den again, da whole production will come off more like “Grease 2.” Why? It won’t be as slick when da danger of disqualification has been removed. So, Anya, please understand dat while you may need to get some moves in...it’s not time for a buddin’ rivalry to blossom.
Dat distinction, at risk of soundin’ pedantic, falls at da feet of Alex Carbajal. As I tweeted yesterday, I will not yield to your maidens’ shield. Don’t need to capitulate to you when I’m already sufficiently submissive to dose whom I genuinely care for. Of course, it wouldn’t be prudent to just let da stable door remain open.
[At this time, Azurine lays the bacon onto both plates. It may seem like the food would be getting cold. However, given how many words are in an average Vebbins tweet, she just speaks at a rapid rhythm.]
Been jugglin’ a professional grapplin’ career, a romantic relationship wid my sweet-heart Alyssa Daniels, and an alternative apprenticeship wid my Mistress Katalina Star. Hasn’t been easy findin’ proper footin’ yet certain circumstances allow me to hoof it rad-er well. Fans of Mile High Wrestlin’ might suggest dat gives me a leg up. Who else can waltz ’round town wid “Da Heart of Infinity,” prance for Miss Star, and still dance circles ’round two capable competitors to da delight of Denver denizens? No. Deyr “Adorkable Angel” doesn’t even break a glisten when pullin’ carts anymore. “Dat Azz” gets held and handled pretty heavenly by my gorgeous girlfriend. And yes, I was one of da highest vote-getters for da Phoenix Championship Tournament pollin’. Only individual wid as many votes as myself is da dame who saved me from a Shieldmaiden slashin’...“Da Titaness” Samanda Hamilton. Again, appreciate you doin’ dat, Sam, but dis week just focus on your match wid our former foe from a defunct promotion “Da Prankster” Lara Bratton. Street Fights aren’t any-din’ to laugh or sneeze at. Evidently I find myself in a similar situation.
[Azurine slides the scrambled eggs onto both plates and opens up the pancake maker to slide out a couple fantastic flapjacks. She pours a healthy helping of Vermont maple syrup as well.]
I can’t ignore da foxtrottin’ reality of Carbajal brin’in oders onto da dancefloor or conductin’ her own chair-assisted concerto. Bear in mind, Alex, dat wouldn’t be wise. My lineage includes quite a few steel chair-smids. Dey were like black-smids, just wid steel chairs. For 2 decades, I’ve swung dem albeit seven of dose years were for dance routines. Point bein’, you’re goin’ to need some oder foreign object to cause dis filly to break her stride. Next Wednesday, I’m gallopin’ towards a first place finish. Discuss between yourselves whose gettin’ dipped and spun off my dancefloor. Dat dame will be da one who won’t experience my Pearly Gatekeeper. Dat woman will be da one wid a jilled-up jaw ’cause Jack ain’t fetchin’ her water dat night, toots. And finally since I don’t want to add a loss blemish to Anya’s record… “Bullet”, bleep, prepare for a click-clackin’ cracked clavicle ’cause when meetin’ your maker it’s best to be broken and humbled.
[Our scene ends with “The Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins finishing making breakfast for her sweetheart. She now has the entire meal loaded onto a serving tray. As added ammo for their feud, the last image seen on the Camerasphere VRD is of “The Adorkable Angel’s” lower pair of unmentionables. Printed legibly the one-word message reads: Bulletproof.] |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2018 20:35:14 GMT -6
17th June, 2018
9:35 AM
Las Vegas, Nevada
Exact Location: Anya's room The camera pans in on Anya standing in a quaint but decently-sized bedroom. She flashes a grin and, upon closer inspection, is seen in her more 'traditional' clothing once again. The Desert Rose offers a small bow of her head, causing the multiple anklets and bracelets to jingle softly before speaking. "Well ... I suppose this would have happened eventually. Me entering a Triple Threat - or some other different type of match - rather than the more usual Singles or Tag Team fights, that is. I'm not gonna lie - I feel very much like the odd ball out. But ... I'm not going to start backing down from challenges, no matter how awkward they may feel. That especially holds true for this specific fray. So ... " Her hands clap together as Anya pauses, briefly gathering her thoughts. She slowly nods before sitting atop her bed, placing her hands atop her lap. "Ms. Vebbins - fear not. You don't give me the impression you don't intend to take me seriously. On the contrary, you come off as a kindred spirit in some regards. You give every match your all, no matter the odds. You do what you love and love what you do, regardless of what anyone else may think or if they try to otherwise judge you. I sincerely respect that, as I have my own questionable beliefs that many people don't understand. However, I must kindly correct you with one thing, Azurine." A small smile - not of arrogance, but a purely sincere grin - spreads over Anya's face. "I'm not a wallflower. Not anymore, anyway. I confess that yes, I am still a bit shy. But compared to when I first joined Mile High? Definitely not. Each match-up I've been in has given me more and more confidence. This coming Wednesday will be tough, even more so than my fight last week. But physically and mentally, I have been preparing for this. In fact, I'll resume training come tomorrow. Today ... I am surprising my father with a visit for Father's Day. He's at work and doesn't know I'm here. I digress. The point, Azurine, is don't underestimate me. That very flaw has led to many people falling before me. I have no intentions of doing so to either yourself or Bullet. The fact I've never been against either of you in the ring makes you more of a pair of wild cards, not a less dangerous set. Alternatively, I may have misunderstood you and, for that, I'll preemptively apologize." Anya turns her head, sneaking a sideways glance a a nearby clock before looking back into the lens and resuming her talk. "That thus brings me to you, Bullet. Hope you don't mind me using your nickname. I must confess - when you and the other Shieldmaidens arrived, my interest was piqued. Even if you don't reference or use the women in question or their mythology for origins, it's rare to find wrestlers who use names from such sources.
"From what I've always heard, Shieldmaidens were easily some of the strongest female fighters from any of the ancient civilizations. In fact, I have little doubts they could give Amazons a run for their money, if not completely defeat them. With that being said and done though ... I must ask. What was last week about, exactly?" The faintest of frowns replaces Anya's usual smile. "Vikings were people who did everything with a purpose. Even their raids had a point, no matter how simple it was. There were more reason than simply because they could. Sometimes for exploring new lands, others for gathering supplies, women, both and more. Your version of the afterlife, Valhalla, was reserved for people who died honorably in battle, correct? So where was that sense of honor when you all ambushed Azurine?
"I may not necessarily agree with the beating Candi got, but I do know and understand why it happened. As far as I saw though? There was no real incentive to do such a thing against Azurine. Goodness, she didn't even win. And yet, even if she had, would you really fault her or going in and doing what was asked of her; fighting and beating another of your members?" Anya shakes her head, looking something in between confused and disappointed. "That's truly disheartening to think about; that you may have simply attacked her due to 'guilt by association', or something just as petty. I will leave the final judgment on this issue to Anubis, as I always do. But that won't stop me from expressing my feelings regarding what was otherwise a display of little more than bullying." Her arms cross over her chest as The Desert Rose continues on. "I would hope that the very fact Forge and Robi are going to face Skrabz and Candi would be enough to help you realize a full-fledged five versus two wouldn't be wise ... if only so they can stay in their peak forms before the fray. It is going to be the main event, after all. If you truly intend to repeat history and have more arrive, regardless of who wins this Triple Threat ... so be it. But know I refuse to back down, let alone fall easily. And I absolutely will not force Azurine to fight in an unfair situation again.
"I do recall Candi once told me this industry isn't meant for finding comrades. I do get that. But at the same time, are senseless and unnecessary ambushes a just concept to use time and time again? I know not, though I'll admit that's easily one disadvantage both Bullet and Azurine have against me - wrestling experience. Regardless, it just feels ... a bit off, quite frankly."Anya lightly sighs, shrugging slightly. "Then again, I suppose that's why I'm half-expecting extra company now; so that when and if it does arrive, I can defend myself, and help Azurine if it comes down to that. Shieldmaidens - I do hope you can prove me wrong. Or, if I am right that you only care for winning, one another, and bullying others - then just don't bullshit me. Tell me straight up. It'll be a disappointing revelation to learn. After all, I envisioned you as better than a group of high school teens who simply pick on others because they can.
"But, so long as you're honest, I'll accept your response. Not like, definitely not. But I would rather be told the truth than have someone lied to my face on any given day. Now .... with all this being said and done, I must end this conversation. I need to change and get in a more appropriate outfit. I'll see you both soon enough. Hopefully on a better note with the Shieldmaidens." Anya stands up, offering one more bow of her head. She then walks forward and shuts the camera off, officially ending the promo in the process.
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Post by Bullet on Jun 18, 2018 21:41:57 GMT -6
A warehouse...
Most people would see a big empty, crumbling building that should be condemned and smashed into pieces for both the common decency and for being an eyesore from the street. Police see it and see a place for tramps, hobos, drug addicts, vagrants and all other manner of petty criminals to congregate when they have nowhere else to go assuming said warehouse is not in use by someone else.
When the Shieldmaidens had first bought it, they had immediately come under fire by the local law enforcement officers who were convinced that serious illegal activity would be taking place there. The lead officer, Kallahan, had made sure he found a way to get a search warrant and come charging in, absolutely certain he was about to make a career-making score in contraband. He had brought in canine units and even a tactical unit to make sure no one would get in the way of his finding the drugs, weapons and stolen/fenced merchandise he knew had to be here.
After all, what else would a band of “1%ers” be doing with a big warehouse right behind a tattoo and piercing parlor? When the door opened and the dogs were set loose inside, his fellow officers had quickly started shaking their heads in shock at what they had found inside the warehouse.
They had found nothing they were looking for, but what they had found was a wrestling ring, boxing training bags, treadmills, weight machines and other assorted training equipment. The Shieldmaidens had set up a full gym complete with a kitchen, a refrigerator, sound system and air conditioning inside this warehouse and Kallahan had looked like a fool for rampaging in all amped up. It was the latest humiliation he now had to blame on either the Shieldmaidens or the Chrome Dragons, a hatred that went back the better part of a decade.
That was six months ago and now, having watched the cops leave the place alone back then, the Shieldmaidens ahd started using the place to get them ready for their professional commitments in Mile High Wrestling. As usual, this was a day that found Alex “Bullet” Carbajal pounding away on the heavy bag, using the routine that had been taught to her in Las Vegas by the brother-in-law of her fellow Shieldmaiden, Fianna Donnelly, a man Alex typically referred to as “El Martillo” from his nickname from prison, “Malleus Diabolus”, Shonn Maguire. Those lessons had been one of her favorite things in Las Vegas and she had been exceptionally happy when the boxing gear had been made a part of the Maidens’ workout palace here in New Orleans. As she continues to pound away on the bag, Shieldmaidens President and fellow Mile High Wrestling competitor RJ Mitchell walks towards her, glancing over to the ring to watch other Maidens members, Ophelia “Widow” Blaque-Donnely and Jackie “Bandit” Layton, going over tag team stuff with two jabrones the two ladies had paid to come in here and basically become human tackling dummies. RJ nods and walks over to the heavy bag. Bullet pauses for a second, nods, and then continues to hammer away on the heavy bag.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: You good with the set-up?
Bullet continues to fire away on the bag, barely managing a nod.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You at the top, me in the middle, Jack and Widow as a team, Fi managing?
RJ watches Alex pound the bag from several angles, jab, cross, jab, hook.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: I just wanna know we’re all on the same page with this, Bala. We have to be united, especially you and me.
Bullet almost grins as she continues to beat the bag senseless.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You make it sound as if we are parents together here.
RJ cocks her head knockingly and Bullet smirks as she continues to fire away on the bag, peppering it with rights and lefts even as she changes levels, hitting high, then low and then high again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Are Jack and Widow good with being the team?
RJ glances back and watches the two use a tandem move to drill the first paid jobber in the mouth with a Bandit kick.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: They seem to be taking to the idea well enough.
Bullet nods as she starts to pick up the pace on the bag.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: That’s good. Jack always likes working as a pair on things, be it me, Fi or Widow.
RJ chuckles.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: She and Fi do make dynamite party planners together.
Bullet nods as she gives the bag one last combo, finishing with the barrage she calls “Sweating Bullets.”
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jack’ll make it work on her end with enthusiasm for the team. The question will be Widow accepting the assignment. If she commits as she usually does, they will work perfectly together.
RJ nods to the ring.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: They seem to have gelled well already.
Bullet turns and looks to the ring as well. She watches as Widow hooks Bandit in a front facelock and then lifts her as if going for a vertical suplex. She holds Bandit up and then releases her so that Bandit comes crashing down onto the opponent on the mat.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa!
RJ nods her agreement.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: That looked like a good one.
Bullet nods as they go through the move again, this time Widow managing to somehow give Bandit enough extra force to flip into a 450 splash.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I do not know how they come up with such things…
RJ shrugs as they watch Bandit and Widow practice the maneuver again.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: Creativity?
Bullet nods slightly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I won’t be surprised if there’s a few more sadistic things Widow comes up with.
RJ grins.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: She does like to inflict a bit, doesn’t she?
Bullet nods as Widow slaps the other job guy hard across the face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sometimes, maybe a little too much?
RJ shrugs.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: Not really a problem in the ring.
Widow smaskcs the guy again and then tackles him.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What about in practice?
RJ nods and the two rush to the ring to help Bandit stop Widow from actively hurting the guy. RJ pulls her wallet, peels off a couple of hundred dollar bills and sends the two guys on their way.
Ophelia "Widow" Blaque-Donnely: Sorry…
RJ turns around and pats her on the shoulder.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: No apologies, you got carried away. It happens, just don’t let it get to be a habit in here.
Widow nods and heads off to the showers, bandit right behind her leaving RJ and Bullet alone in the ring.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I would say Widow need control but…
RJ nods her agreement even without the thought being completed.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: I like her this way too.
They nod together and then head to the showers as well, knowing full well that their day was far from over.
Three hours later…
A camera opens on Bullet as she stands in front of a black Shieldmaidens logo banner in the back of the gym, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, her hands still wrapped from her just completed second workout of the day, her skin glistening from the sweat under her black tank top.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So, Mile High Wrestling has seen fit to give me my first singles match and it is with two other women who have both spoken openly about the Shieldmaidens habit of traveling as a group and then mentioned to each other that they would really appreciate it if I would not bring RJ, Widow, Fi and Jack with me…
She almost laughs disgustedly at the very idea of this particular idea
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So, what you are telling me is that you would like it for to be a situation where I have no back-up and you two can just team up on me?
She stares into the camera, confusion seeming to build within the anger.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And this after Hoofy there did this, “Now I wouldn’t say this but…” way of calling the Desert Rose a puta based solely on her name, as if that was supposed to be cute and funny.
She crosses her arms as she glances to the floor, still pondering this whole situation.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And what made that even worse was that Anya didn’t even seem to really notice or care that Azurine had just called her that for no reason.
She shrugs, seemingly legitimately confounded for the moment.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I mean, I admit, it seemed a strange thing for Azurine to do, out of character since she is not usually so cruel as to call someone a puta, and definitely not from their name like she did with Anya but that did not explain why Anya was so quick to forgive such a thing.
Looking up to the cameras, Bullet shakes her head, her arms remaining crossed.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But you didn’t just call Anya a puta, did you, Hoofy?
She shakes her head even more demonstrably as her arms drop, her right hand flying uip to poke herself in the chest.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, because you also drew also tried to make a play on my name and on Jack’s name in order to call the lot of us pendejos!
Glaring into the camera, she crosses her arms again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I don’t need my sisters to do my fighting for me, Hoofy! In never have and I never will and neither do any of them. They don’t need me to fight for them but i will if the situation calls for it. You can stand there and be all cutesy if you want, but you are not fooling me the way you apparently have Anya. You weren’t joking when you said those things, you actually meant to call us those and then you used the way the Maidens have operated as an excuse to try to get me to alter my gameplan and to get Anya on your side so you could be two against one. ¿Quién es pendejo ahora?
She nods and then points at the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And you, Anya, are you really that stupid to have somebody call you that so casually and just brush it off as nothing when Hoofy is obviously just trying to play with us and not in a good way? ¿Estas jincha?
Her hand drops to her side.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I am coming to this match and I am fighting by myself and I will show you both that while I ride with my sisters, I do not need them to spoon feed me like a child! I am not taking this insult lightly and you will learn…
She glares even more harshly into the camera pointing her hand like a gun.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Dios es una bala!
Her hand drops and she nods pointedly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡El infierno está vacío y las Maidens están aquí!
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Post by azurinevebbins on Jun 19, 2018 19:46:43 GMT -6
"For Today...It's National Martini Day!"
[The following Camerasphere VRD captured footage is “The Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins’ second submittal of Mile High Wrestling promotional material. She appears dressed to the heavenly elevens in a Hell Bunny Sunshine Mini Dress and a fairytale pair of blue Hell&Heel Clear Stiletto Court Shoes. Surprisingly, our “Damsel in Dat Dress” chose not to be alone while filming. With today being National Martini Day, Ms. Vebbins felt it best to make sure her new step-sister Bonnie Daphna McBody wasn’t too tipsy. Their exact location seems to be a remote training facility of some sort. Bonnie’s currently sips a Deep Eddy Orange Vodka martini straight up with a twist. The two women stand side by side with Bonnie holding a plywood Viking shield in one hand and her nursed cocktail in the other. Meanwhile, Azurine grasps onto a bouquet of desert roses.]
Azurine Vebbins: First din’s first. Really glad my assigned dance partners dis week released deyr initial promotional material. Was pleasantly surprised wid Anya’s response. She appeared calm, cool, collected, if a bit naïve. Dat’s to be expected from her and from Carbajal as well. Since we have all shot off from our oral cavities once, it’s my turn to respond. For once I find myself in unfamiliar territory. Dis Wednesday on Mile High Wrestlin’ Episode Six yours truly Azurine Vebbins will be leadin’.
Dis responsibility falls squarely on my shoulder given recent evidence. What am I referrin’ to? Carbajal’s filmed conversation wid Robi Jean “RJ” Mitchell. “Da Lowercase Goddess” as I call Alex on Twitter appeared more like a lackey. Said it herself when sayin’ Mitchell would be at da top and she would be in da middle. Practically makes dat señorita lower-tier management resigned to da notion of bein’ stuck in midcard muck indefinitely. Just cannot see you hittin’ your target or makin’ your mark. You missed an obvious bullseye when I mentioned dose risqué surnames for Anya. Dat was me removin’ a round from your promtional peashooter, “Miss Can’t Shoot ‘Cause Da Chamber’s Empty.”
Figured I could cushion da blow similar to sorority sisters havin’ a playful pillow fight. Ah, I remember participatin’ in quite a few of dose back at Nordern Phloriphornia U, Home of Da Nifty Ninnyhammers, but I digress. Point bein’ I removed da deadliness Anya would wrought had it been spoken wid your tongue, Alex. Moreover, it was not my intention to imply Anya was, is, or will ever be a bleep. No, esa distinción pertenecería a una dama que cree que ella y yo estaríamos en confabulación. Roughly translated? No, dat distinction belongs to a dame who believes Anya and I would be in cahoots. I should also not be blamed if she has notions of us bein’ kindred spirits. Just means we’re equally driven to da conclusion dat you’re gettin’ pinned dis week.
[Bonnie manages to spout off a few barely coherent let alone cogent points. She also performs a drunken dance of whiffed punches and kicks. Azurine isn’t sure what McBody will say but recognizes that alcohol is a social lubricant.]
Bonnie Daphna McBody: Yo, Bandit-banger! If my step-sister Azzy can’t, won’t, and shouldn’t have me anywhere near rin’side, den neider should any of your “sisters.” Pretty sure “‘Dat Azz” will expound why dey shouldn’t. Oh and your version of Hell is empty ‘cause no one else wanted to visit da nightclub.
Azurine Vebbins: I’ll take it from here, Bonbon. Deyr are two major reasons why you won’t need back-up, Carbajal. Number one is dat ‘Desert Rose’ and I won’t gang up on you. Da two of us want to compete against each oder and you to determine who deserves more recognition in dis organization. Reason number two? Your conga foxtrottin’ ‘backup’ would. It’s why you hide behind a symbol as cheap and flimsy as da prop Bonnie’s holdin’. To-ged-er you can overwhelm anyone, but individually you’re just five unfair maidens. Dat’s why I refuse to yield to your sorry shield.
[Vebbins knees the plywood Viking shield. This causes the prop to crumple and otherwise disintegrate.]
Azurine Vebbins: You even had da temerity to slip some Spanish phrases in your promos wid-out da decency to translate. Only din’ more egregious was your insistence on callin’ me Hoofy like it was a pejorative. Earned dat moniker via trainin’ to be one of my Mistress’ personal fillies. Da proverbial horse has left da stable on dat one. It’s also da reason why I chose to sport dese heels for dis promotional material. Not only ’cause Hell&Heel make amazin’ dance footwear, but wid yesterday bein’ National Splurge Day...I decided to descend downward and do some shoppin’. Felt I needed a pair of Cinderella-inspired glass slippers and dey are da perfect fit. Den again, a perfect fit is what you plan to pitch when I disprove your deo-ry dat “God is a bullet.” Da weak link in your argument, dough, is dat you’re steppin’ against someone who consistently receives divine intervention. Da difference is my divine intervention comes from grapplin’ you wid every-din’ I have, Eventually, as I stated in my openin’ remarks last Friday mornin’, you will meet your maker. It will be a psychological phenomena you will claim is real from dat night onward. Dat’s why my modified jawbreaker has more stoppin’ power dan a ridiculous Ripcord Rollin’ Elbow. Enjoy dose fleetin’ seconds up above ’cause tomorrow you’re da dance partner I intend to drop onto da floor. Would wish you luck, da best, but you deserve neider...what you deserve is vengeance...my righteous vengeance.
[Azurine contemplates finishing her promotional material then and there, but remembered she is in a Triple Threat Match. Therefore, she needs to comment about Anya as well...even if they have developed an acquaintanceship outside the ring. She gazes at the bouquet, tosses it up into the air, and then smashes it under heel on the way down.]
Azurine Vebbins: Now, I would be a terrible lead if I didn’t address my oder follower for da evenin’. Anya. Please understand dat when I said you are a wallflower, it stems from wantin’ payback from someone who stole a victory from me. Da best way to describe our dynamic tomorrow will be “Once a bride, never a bridesmaid.” I’m not leavin’ our dancehall tomorrow night wid-out da dee-jay playin’ my deme song and announcin’ me as da winner of our sanctioned contest. Like dose weeds I just stomped, dat represents your chance of havin’ your hand raised. Deyr’s a higher probability of you wiltin’ away to openin’ contests or standin’ on a rin’ apron beggin’ an untrustin’ partner to tag you in. I say dis, ’cause your circumstances are rad-er dire. Unlike Carbajal and I, you really don’t have much to fight for. I need to un-tarnish my legacy. She needs to maintain da façade of Shieldmaidens bein’ dominant. Met my fair share of dominant personalities and deyr isn’t one in deyr lot who can actually control a situation on deyr own. Meanwhile, you’re just beginnin’ your time here. Lessons still need to be learned, padawan. Da most crucial for your early development? One, obviously, is find someone or some-din’ to fight for. Two, assess da rivarly already bein’ established between your opponents and let dem settle din’s on deyr own. Oderwise, if you don’t learn Lesson Two....Alex and I may have to take matters into our hands. Trust me, you’d rad-er be spun off da dance floor dan be slammed into da punch bowl table.
[The scene ends with Azurine Vebbins and Bonnie Daphna McBody turning off the Camerasphere VRD and returning to their mutual residence in Malibu. Vebbins feels confident, prepared, and ready to relax for what should be a triple tango to remember. Could this match steal the show tomorrow night? Tune into Mile High Wrestling to find out.]
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Post by Bullet on Jun 19, 2018 21:19:27 GMT -6
***Not Televised***
Church…
This room had seen its share of meetings and every possible permutations of the emotions that can go with said meetings. This is where the Shieldmaidens have their meetings to discuss official business of the club, be it monetary, legal or anything else they can think of. If it’s club business, you “bring it to the table.”
Looking around the room, Shieldmaidens Vice President Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, takes it all in. First she looks at the long table with the Shieldmaidens’ logo etched into it stunning relief, a product of a woodworking talent from several friends. Just behind the head of the table is a big Shieldmaidens logo flag banner that sits above a couple of plaques that had been made for a couple of big occasions. A nice antique clock sits to the left and the rest of the room is left barren to emphasize the importance of what goes on in here. As she stares at the banner, the door opens to admit her best friend and full patch, Jackie “Bandit” Layton.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Hey…
Bullet nods to her as she walks into the room.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Quiubo, Jack?
Bandit walks over and hugs Bullet lovingly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Are…
Bandit leans back, looking tentative and concerned.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Are we really doing this?
Bullet nods as she leans back against the table between two chairs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yes, it would sound like this was a needed talk.
Bandit barely nods and Bullet’s eyes narrow in confusion.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You do not agree?
Bandit moves back to the wall and leans there, crossing her arms because she doesn’t really know what else to do with them for the moment.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I… just…
Biting her bottom lip, she looks away, nervously searching for the words to express the concerns flying through her mind.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: It’s just…
She shakes her head, stomps her left foot like a small child about to have a tantrum and lets her arms uncross so that the left one can almost pound its fist into the wall.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: After Eavan and then Mouse...
Bullet nods, she understood perfectly. Eavan Maloney had invited them both, first Bullet and then later Bandit, to live with her at least part time in Las Vegas and the three had spent a couple of months there together in what the two Maidens had assumed was a blissful relationship that would lead to a glorious future together.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I know Eavan left us…
Bandit inhales sharply.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Twice!
Bullet nods slowly, her hands slowly rising in an effort to calm her friend.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And I know we kind of had a false start with Mouse…
Bandit crosses her arms again.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: That’s one way to put it…
Bullet exhales forcefully. This was not going to be an easy discussion just to get started.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But, can we really afford to let this be the elephant that sits in the room?
Bandit smiles slightly. She always loved it when Bullet’s Colombian accent reinforced itself on an idiom that hadn’t come out quite right but was close enough that it also wasn’t technically wrong.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I…
Bullet nods and slides off the table to her feet.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Look, Jack, I know it’s asking a lot, to put ourselves on the line again so close to being burned but we can’t just ignore Ángel, that is not something we want to let fester in this room. We need to figure out what is here and what is not.
Nodding slowly, Bandit exhales almost furiously.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You forgot Maiko in there too...
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So, we at least have this talk and then… ?
Pondering this for a second, Bandit manages a small nod.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Ok.
Bullet hugs her gently and then kisses her lovingly just as the door starts to open again. Bullet and Bandit both turn to see Angelique “Angel” LeRoux standing there in all her glory. She smirks playfully at the two and leans against the door jamb
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Bad time?
Bullet nods her in and takes a set around the corner at the table. Angel moves in and closes the door behind her, making sure to lock it so they can’t be interrupted during this little discussion. Bandit takes a seat on the right side of Bullet while Angel walks over and takes the seat opposite them both.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: So… where do we start?
Bullet and Bandit both just stare across at her, neither really seeming to know what to expect. Angel returns the stare, equally unsure of things.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Miércoles.
Angel nods slowly.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Miércoles…
Placing both hands on the table, Angel presses herself up into a more upright posture in her seat, exhaling deeply as she does so. A second later, she finally looks up at the waiting sets of eyes.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: I’ve thought the two of you were dead sexy since the first time I laid eyes on you and wanted myself a taste since the moment I knew you were both into that.
Now it’s Bullet’s turn to nod slowly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So you’ve liked the way we look for a while?
Angel nods her head in a quick burst of three motions.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: And then I got to know you…
As Bullet starts to nod, Bandit purses her lips.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What do you actually want?
Bullet turns, looking mildly alarmed.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jack…
Before either of them can say anything else, Angel smiles sweetly for them.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Look, I get it. People have run out on you. First it was your family and then it was Eavan and that Mouse girl didn’t really help that idea and I can sit here and say I won’t, but the truth is, I have to prove that to you and I’m willing to do that the same way I had to prove my loyalty to the club. I like you two, I’ve liked you for a long time but there was never a good time to say anything before. You were off doing what you had to do for club business and you had Eavan and I thought my chance was gone. Then she was gone but Mouse…
She trails off and looks at the table, seemingly searching for the right thing to say here. Bullet stares at her, and then cocks her head slightly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Su cumpleaños ... en enero …
Angel looks up, looking somewhere between confused and panicked.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: ¿Su cumpleaños?
Bullet nods and Bandit looks over in confusion.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: My birthday?
Bullet nods again.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What about it?
Bullet nods to Angel.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: She tried to say something then, before you went to see Declan and let him try to sweet talk you and I went to see Eavan in Vegas. We just weren’t listening…
Bandit looks over to Angel.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿No es así?
Angel nods.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: I did, yes.
Bullet turns to Bandit.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And we make her watch…
Bandit’s mouth falls open as she stares, first at Bullet and then over at Angel. Finally, Bandit stands up and makes her way over to Angel, Bullet following right behind her. Angel starts to stand but Bandit stops her, crouching down so she can look the former rival president in her eyes.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You really do… don’t you?
Angel looks back.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Do… what?
Bullet smiles.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Love us…
Angel looks from Bullet to Bandit and then back before nodding. Bandit takes her left hand and Bullet takes her right.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: We need to go get you a drink…
Angel manages a smile despite her shock.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: And then what?
Bullet smiles.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Then we start walking down that road… together…
Angel smiles, stands up and embraces them both, Bullet and Bandit hugging her back.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: No te arrepentirás de esto.
Bullet nods to the door.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Let us go find out?
Angel and Bandit nod and the three set out on their new adventure… together.
***Televised***
The camera opens on Bullet
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: How exactly do you know what was said inside our gym, Miss Vebbins? Did you come to New Orleans and hide a camera in there to spy on us or something? Did you somehow perform witchcraft and wizardry and hack a closed system then make it broadcast it to you in California?
She nods to the camera, practically begging an answer she knows is never coming.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And what difference does it make if we decided who was going to go for what spots right off? Why does that mean I’m any less than anyone else?
Looking away, Bullet shakes her head, the words seemingly still bouncing around in her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What, because we have strategy?
She cocks her head as she again begs the camera for an answer that she knows is never coming.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Do you honestly not know how groups work or…?
She trails off, her eyes narrowing as she looks dead into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Or are you making assumptions based on a little information and a whole lot of speculation?
She looks up to the ceiling, shaking her head again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa!
Almost immediately, she looks back into the camera as if she knows an objection has just been flung at her from afar.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Oh, by the way, that’s a contraction for what would mean “Sonofabitch” in English. Colombians use it the way many use that phrase or “fuck” here. Happy?
She shakes her head in absolute disgust.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I didn’t miss anything with those names you used on Anya because I was never going to say that about her. I knew almost nothing of her before you went and said those things and they never would have occurred to me because, as far as I know, she has done nothing to warrant being called a puta the way you apparently assumed I would go right to, which says more about you and how you think that it does me. Anya is her name, not something to make fun of and the same with your nickname. I’ve seen it used in public, so I thought it was fine to use but apparently, no, you assumed there was intent behind it, so from now on, I’ll just call you Miss Vebbins. The only one who has used pejorative nicknames so far is you when you called me the lowercase goddess because apparently you’re too stupid to actually read for fiv seconds and realize I’ve never called myself a goddess. My nickname is Bullet, “God is a Bullet” is the name of both my finishing move and the song I walk to the ring to from Concrete Blonde. It is not now nor has it ever been a reference to myself!
Her hateful glare intensifies.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And that’s where another assumption on both your part, Miss Vebbins…
She pauses and turns slightly as if switching between two people in a conversation.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And your part, Miss Anya, comes into play. You both seem to think I’ve been doing this for years and talk like me calling myself a goddess is normal because I’ve paid the kinds of dues that mean I deserve to have an ego the size of the Grand Canyon only you are both mistaken on that! When I said this was my first singles match, i did not mean here in Mile High Wrestling, I meant ever!
Her teeth almost grind in outrage as she glares harshly into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So now I stand here looking at the two of you and think, you know what, you deserved what we did to you last week Azurine. You deserved us beating the hell out of you and you deserve more for what you’ve said now. For all of your pretensions about honor and respect, you’ve shown you have none by making assumptions left and right about me and Anya, you’ve proven you deserve the same treatment for agreeing with her and going right along with her. Before this match, I didn’t know who you were aside from a name on a piece of paper opposite me but now…
She shakes her head slowly, angrily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Now I can’t wait to knock you both out and when I do, you’ll know why God is a bullet! Normally, this is where I would say “Hell is empty and the Maidens are here,” however, whatcha say I slip that, show up tomorrow and start you two on the road to filling it back up again! My name is Bullet and it’s time to “BANG!”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2018 21:23:58 GMT -6
19th June, 2018
8:55 AM
Denver, Colorado
Exact Location: Undisclosed Hotel Room As the promo starts up, Anya is clad in a more casual outfit. She's humming softly to a tune playing in the background. As the last of Roy Orbison's voice fades away, she looks up, grinning to the lens. "My, my, my. So ... where to begin with the both of you? I have things to say to both. So ... " Raising her hand up, she pretends to play Eenie-Meanie-Minie-Mo ... and points off to the right slightly. "I keep my order from before, I suppose. So, Azurine first it is. Thank you for the wallflower clarification. That definitely was appreciated." Anya chuckles softly, nodding in agreement, "Well, yeah. That's exactly why I said I feel like the odd-ball out in this match. I umm ... yeah. I know - and don't really blame you - for wanting to deal with Bullet on your own. I'd be the same if it was me and anyone else I needed to settle things with. Still, we've already been assigned to this match so ... our fates have been sealed, whether we like it or not.
"You're right - aside from another win, I don't have much to gain from this. Experience and another challenge would be the next best things, I suppose. All the same ... " Anya shrugs. "In case you didn't see it, Azurine, my very first match her was a tag one. With Candi of all people as my partners. It was by no means what either of us wanted. But we both entered the ring and cooperated ... well enough, anyway. A win was secured and, in the end, we emerged victorious. I'm not going to delve into the aftermath because ... it's redundant now. This fight isn't too different, if you think about it. In fact, I honestly feel a bit more awkward with this match than the tag one. I know I belong even less in this set-up than the very first fight. And yet ... " Her head moves slowly from side to side. "For better or worse, I'm still going to enter the ring. Even if - I'll admit - some part of me doesn't want to. Not out of fear, but wishing I could let you finish what was started last week." Anya pauses, taking a few moments to determine if she's said all that needs to be relayed or not. "I suppose before I shift over o Bullet, I will also admit you're right about another thing. I don't really have much of a person or thing to fight for - aside from learning and pride. For now, though, those are good enough incentives. Nice try, bu it's gonna take more than that to make me second guess myself.
"That thus brings me to you, Bullet ... " Reaching in front of herself, The Desert Rose grabs a water bottle. After taking a long sip from the container, she sets it down atop her nightstand and glances sternly at the camera. "You failed to answer my question, and it's exactly because of that I can only assume I'm right. A shameful thought, really; that a group bearing he name of Shieldmaidens are little more than high school bullies. But ... you have one more chance to prove me wrong. Two, technically. If you post another promo - there's one. The other? When we all meet in the ring. If you do come out alone - and don't drag the others into the aftermath - I'll take my words back. However, I've already mentally prepared for that no to be the case - even though this was booked to be between the three of us. Nothing more, but certainly nothing less.
"As far as Azurine's words go? You're partly right - I am very forgiving. It takes a lot to make me hold a permanent grudge. The main reason I was fine with her words, however, was an even simpler reason. We spoke about them over Twitter. Ad when we had our exchange, I didn't sense any ill-will from her. Compared to the possibility of being deceived by you? I definitely view Ms. Vebbins in a much better light than you, yes. Bu don' think for one second I'm going to gang up on you. That'd be foolish, especially since this is a Triple Threat and not a Handicap Match. Maybe then your fears would be more understandable. But no ... you'll both get my attention, want it or not." Slowly, Anya stands up and begins pacing around her room. "You both have a lot of advantages against me. Primarily linked with your in-ring experience. Well ... Azurine likely does since, apparently, this will be Bullet's first ever singles match. Nonetheless, I've accomplished much in the short period of time I've been a professional fighter. I fully intend on rendezvousing with you two so I can keep growing. I've said it numerous times before - I started down this path for myself i hopes of finding challenges. That mission has definitely been accomplished. The best I can do for myself is keep going, not stop. This will no doubt be the toughest match. But I knew and understood that the moment I saw the card for this week.
"Plus ... I have something neither of you have." Anya stops in mid-stride, looking back to the lens yet again. She flashes a sly smile, winking, and whispers softly, "Wings. I've been the only primary aerial fighter thus far here. And that's come in handy, more often than not. So trust me - I do have plans and ideas to use against the both of you.
"I'll see you both soon. And Bullet? Your God may be a bullet. But I have multiple gods, and Ra can easily melt them as if they were nothing. He and many others will be watching over me, as they always have been doing. You'll see exactly what I mean soon enough. Underestimating me ... many have done that, and most have fallen while doing so. Keep that mindset ... and I'll guarantee both - or at least one of you - will feel why it's unwise to look down on me as an opponent." The Desert Rose moves forward, reaching towards the camera. A brief click is heard before the promo is ended.
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