Chris Mosh vs Bullet

Off-Camera

Standing next to their bikes in the parking lot of the warehouse gym they tend to call their second home, two of the Shieldmaidens, Vice President Alex “Bullet” Carbajal and Jackie “Bandit” Layton glance over at the building that housed the motorcycle club’s clubhouse as well as the tattoo parlor that most of them work for. Bullet was one of the exception sin that she worked not far away in the motorcycle garage and repair shop that was run by the husband of Shieldmaidens President Robie Jean “RJ” Mitchell, Trenton “Forge Mitchell. Forge was the president of the Chrome Dragons motorcycle club so everybody involved in both MCs and both shops were around motorcycles quite often.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You ready to do this?

Bandit exhales slightly, nervously. She wasn’t really used to all of this stuff having only been made a full patched member of the Shieldmaidens recently. She’d actually been included in their professional fighting stable in Mile High Wrestling before she was voted in as a full patch.

Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I don’t know…

Bullet pats her old friend on the back, looking at Bandit’s long blonde hair as it draped back over her black leather club cutte vest. Taking Bandit’s hand in her own, Bullet nods.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Come on, Jack, this could be important.

Bandit sighs again and Bullet squeezes her hand even as Bandit turns to look the Colombian woman in the eyes.

Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You sure you don’t want Widow in on this?

Bullet can’t help but smile, amusement starting to take hold at the mention of fellow Shieldmaiden, Ophelia “Widow” Blaque-Donnely.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Will it make you feel better if I do?

Bandit stares in surprise at the offer. She hadn’t thought there was any way her VP was going to call in the Sergeant-At-Arms for this little ride due to Widow’s tendency for short-temperedness and violent reactions to being pushed.

Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I…

Bandit shakes her head, looking apologetic as she searches for the words to try and explain herself.

Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I just…

Bullet nods, a playful smile coming to her face again.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It’s ok, Jack, you and Fi get to do these things now without having to worry about stuff.

Seeing the still somewhat unsure look on Bandit’s face, Bullet almost laughs.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And, it could be worse…

Bandit frowns deeply.

Jackie "Bandit" Layton: How?

Bullet smirks playfully, stifling her urge to break-up laughing before she manages the words fully.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We could be in Texas!

Bandit finally smiles and Bullet nods happily.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Besides, we are not simply going, the two of us…

Bandit cannot hide the surprise on her face at this answer.

Jackie "Bandit" Layton: We’re not?

Bullet shakes her head and then nods as another rider on a familiar bike roll sinto the parking lot and joins them.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, we are not…

The rider removes her helmet to show the smiling face of the third member of their romantic triumvirate, Angelique “Angel” LeRoux.

Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Range?

Bullet nods and Angel smiles while Bandit takes in the whole scene. Bullet pats Bandit on the back and steps over to the bikes, climbing onto hers.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Come on, Jack, you can watch CNN when we get home after.

Angel snickers as Bandit stands there looking on in stunned disbelief. This had always been a point of contention between Bandit and others.

Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I thought you didn’t want me doing that anymore?

Angel simply cocks her head, looking almost playful as well.

Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: KiKi…

The use of Angel’s pet name for Bandit causes both Bullet and Bandit to smile. The three had been in their relationship with each other for just over two weeks after Angel had left a surprise tweet declaring her interest on June 13. Once the surprise had worn off, a discussion had been held and smiles had blossomed.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We ready?

Angel nods from her bike as Bandit climbs into her own. Alex nods back and climbs into her own bike as well and the three rev their respective machines up. As they pull out of the parking lot, none of them notice the random white F-150 parked across the street, third such vehicle from the left. The first two were empty but the third held a man seemingly talking on his cell phone. As the bikes pull away, the phone lowers from his ear and Detective Marchand grins at them, watching them as they roll down the street before nodding.

Ten minutes later, the three bikes pull into the parking lot of the Saints’ Row Gun & Shooting Club. They shut their bikes down and walk across the gravel parking lot to the building that had a the look of a cute little hunting lodge with a giant fence extending out on both sides that seemed to go on forever. Bullet, Angel and Bandit enter the front door and walk up to the counter where a small black woman around their age greets them with a smile.

Woman: How y’all doin’ today?

Bullet smiles.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Mama Clarisse, is 30-30 here?

Mama Clarisse nods to the side door.

Mama Clarisse: Y’all go on in, he seemed to know you’d be comin’.

Bullet nods, her face suddenly grim at this news. This was not what she wanted to hear right before having to go to Denver for a match with championship implications against Chris Mosh.She heads for the door, Angel and Bandit following her as Mama Clarisse goes back to reading her book. A minute later, they come face to face with a skinny, long haired gentleman dressed in jeans and a red flannel shirt, unbuttoned to show a white undershirt. This somehow manages to make his face look even more rat-like than normal.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: How are you, 30-30?

George Jenkins had been nicknamed 30-30 as a child for his love of old cowboy rifles usually only seen and used in movies. He’d become knowledgeable enough that movie scouts tended to come to him when they needed such things for a shoot near New Orleans. This was not the only thing he was knowledgeable about in the area, however.

George "30-30" Jenkins: Bullet…

He nods to each woman individually and then focuses on Bullet.

George "30-30" Jenkins: Y’all comin’ to talk merch… or Marchand De La Mort?

Bullet, Angel and Bandit all stare at him, none of them having heard this name used for anyone before.

Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Merchant of Death?

30-30 nods, grinning almost stupidly.

George "30-30" Jenkins: His name bein’ right convenient that way, yeah, that’s what everybody seems to call him. Marchand De La Mort.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Who is he?

30-30 shrugs.

George "30-30" Jenkins: I only know rumors…

The Maidens all give him the same look of skepticism and 30-30 nods in acknowledgement.

George "30-30" Jenkins: Ok, so maybe they ain’t rumors so much as anecdotes. Man gets around, y’know?

The ladies nod, still staring at 30-30 expectantly.

George "30-30" Jenkins: Now, y’all know I loves me some Maidens and Dragons, so I’ll tell ya. Name’s Joseph Marchand, but ain’t nobody but his mama call him Joe. He works for the Marshall Service… officially…

Bullet’s eyes narrow.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Officially?

30-30 nods.

George "30-30" Jenkins: He’s basically a government troubleshooter. Johnny Law finds himself a case they can’t crack, they call him and he roll into town. First he cracks the shell, then he cracks the nuts inside and then, if you’re lucky, he just takes you down and throws you in the hole.

Bandit glances to Bullet and then back to 30-30 nervously.

Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And if you’re not?

30-30 snickers coldy.

George "30-30" Jenkins: You wish he made it quick.

Angel shakes her head.

Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: What’s he want with us?

30-30 shrugs.

George "30-30" Jenkins: I don’t know, but word is, he does want y’all or the Dragons. Ain’t nobody seems to know which or if it’s both of y’all or what the deal is, just that he’s got his eyes focused right there. Now, y’all know, here in New Orleans, there’s a couple of things you really want to not happen to you.

He raises a single index finger to count off the list.

George "30-30" Jenkins: One, you ain’t want Katt Industries reemin’ out your ass like a colonoscopy gone horribly, horribly wrong because if you got somethin’ to hide, they WILL find it.

A second finger joins the first.

George "30-30" Jenkins: Two, you ain’t wanna land on no blacklist from the Black Queen of the Hellfire Club herself, y’all’s Miss Widow…

He pauses and nods, smiling as sweetly as he can manage.

George "30-30" Jenkins: And please, will y’all pass along my congratulations on her recent marriage?

Bullet, Bandit and Angel all just stare back and 30-30 nods, a third finger joining the other two.

George "30-30" Jenkins: Three, you ain’t want Marchand De la Mort landin’ his focus on you because if he does…

The hand lowers and 30-30 shakes his head sadly.

George "30-30" Jenkins: Y’all gonna wanna call y’all’s contacts and make sure they ain’t abandonin’ you on account of this ornery fella. You might just need them soon.

Bullet nods and extends a hand

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Thanks, 30-30, knew we could count on you.

30-30 nods and accepts the handshake.

George "30-30" Jenkins: Always willin’ to lend a hand to my favorite girlies.

The Maidens each shake his hand and take their leave, Bullet pulling her phone as they climb onto their bikes.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: RJ? Yeah…

She glances back at the range and nods grimly.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We might need to start calling around.


On-Camera

The camera opens on Alex “Bullet” Carbajal standing in front of the black Shieldmaidens banner in the warehouse gym, the name standing in it’s solid white font behind her. She reaches up and lets her hair fall out of it’s ponytail over her white tank top shirt, the camera pulling back just far enough to show her black boxing trunks as well.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So, it’s the Party Boy’s turn to play nice again, is it?

Bullet glances down the way to her right and shakes her head.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I have to admit, you did not make a spectacular first impression on me, Chris. The way you seemed to blow everyone else off…

She glances to the floor, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You remind me of boys I wanted to not pursue me and then had to fend off simply because they thought they were entitled no matter what my opinion on the matter was. They could never take no for an answer, las caremondas…

She leans back against the wall, allowing herself to look up most of the way into the camera.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I don’t know, there is just something about you, Chris Mosh…

Her arms drop to her side as she looks all the way up into the camera.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You seem to take nothing seriously and not in a, “I am cool calm and collected,” zen type of way.

Shaking her head, she takes a step away from the wall.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You do it as if you think you are above such cares and that no one is of your level.

Glaring with outrage, she points into the camera.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Well I am here to show you that is not the case Chris Mosh! This is round two of the Phoenix Championship Tournament. This is championship implications on your country’s birthday. A country I have come to love for taking me in and I will not have you disrespecting it or me by blowing this match off because you were too busy chasing polas and ass!

The hand lowers but the level of outraged anger does not.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: If all you care about is the party, Chris Mosh, then you will not get either on this day! There will be no beer, there will be no women and there will be no championship contention for you and if I think for one second you are taking me lightly...

She takes her right elbow and smashes it into her left hand.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I will show you why God Is A Bullet until I have drilled that idea from your skull! I will knock you so hard that you wake up with no memory of how you got there or even what your very name is! I will beat you senseless and make you pay for not giving me the respect I deserve!

Her hands come back up, pantomiming slapping somebody multiple times, her right hand bouncing off her left backhand, back again and then backhanded once more.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: As you say here in America, I will slap you until my hands hurts and then I will continue to slap you for making my hand hurt!

She walks up to the camera and glares into the lens.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I am the Bullet screaming down the barrel of the gun you were just staring down as you played Russian roulette with your life for kicks and I mean to show you that it is a mistake to think you can do that and just walk away like nothing ever happened. Hell is empty and the maidens are here…

She steps back, raising her hand and shaping it like a fun.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Dios es una bala…. BANG!