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Post by Admin on Jul 4, 2018 16:26:15 GMT -6
Samantha "The Titaness" Hamilton vs Alex "Bullet" CarbajalRoleplay Limit: 2 Roleplay Deadline: Wednesday, July 11, 2018 @ 2AM Central Time |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2018 8:35:48 GMT -6
4th July, 2018
18:03 PM
Denver, Colorado
Exact Location: Outside Magness Arena So … that had ended up becoming a thing. Whatever the clusterfuck of an ending her match became, that was. To say Sam was still furious was an understatement, and she made no efforts to hide her emotions. Sneaking a sideways glance towards Joseph, she shook her head no. ”Shut it off. This is gonna be business. We don’t need every-fucking-one knowing about this. Especially if RJ can make up for everyone deciding to interrupt me and Azurine’s fight.” Sam would remain silent, leaning against one of the nearby walls. Only when the woman of the hour appeared did she look over and speak up. ”So … I wanna assume you have a way to help me forget about that fiasco back there? Because I still wanna take that offer up. But after that sorta display? Yeah. It is giving me a few doubts. Hope you can understand.” Emerging from the darkness, Robi Mitchell was now dressed in her street clothes that consisted of a pair of black ripped jeans, a black Shieldmaidens tank top and stiletto heeled knee-high black boots. And, of course, her cut. Her long brunette hair pulled back into a loose braid that hung down her back. It was very easy to tell that she had showered before leaving for the night. As she approached and heard Sam’s retort, she held her hands up. “I apologize about that. Widow and Bandit are facing Azurine and Anya at Rise and…” She shrugged lightly. “They had a point to prove. It wasn’t personal, I assure you.” She looked the taller woman, not by much grant you, up and down and nodded. Taking in the fact that she’d made the perfect choice in offering to have Sam join the Maidens. “So… It’s come to my knowledge that you are connected to someone we both know, and hate. And? That you were also a part of a club back in Florida a few years back. One that broken up by a certain Marshall Marchand?”
Well … she certainly succeeded in making at least a bit of Sam’s anger fade. An amused smirk crossed her lips. ”Well now … no shit. You do know the fucker? My god, someone who does homework nowadays. I’m legit impressed. Much better than bullshit assumptions. Yeah … was, being the keyword. Like you hinted though, it got … well, shut down. I didn’t really do much because of the abrupt demise, per se.” A slight pause and before Sam could hear anything, she already picked up on Joseph starting to ask questions. ”Like RJ said, a few years ago. Three. What? Did you really think I only stayed out late fighting? It’s cute how naive you are sometimes, Joseph.” ”Would have appreciated a heads-up back then,” he muttered in response, able to be seen behind The Titaness. A quick glance revealed he only had an inch at most over Sam’s height. He also had a very perfect Aryan appearance; bright, blonde hair and pure, blue eyes. Sam mentally dismissed the irritated words from her friend before adding, ”So … this ‘ghost’ from my past. Why’s he matter now and, maybe more importantly, why do you hate him?” She glanced back and forth between the two as they had their bantering. “Well, Marchand has taken a sudden liking to both the Maidens and Forge’s MC, the Chrome Dragons. So, when I had my team do research on him, imagine my surprise when the information that one of Mile High’s own had been in an MC. And back in my old stomping grounds at that.” She kinda shrugged at the mention of a heads up and added a bit of a laugh. “We needed the shock and awe to look real. Especially since we’re meeting like this and we want to patch you over at Rise.” She grinned. “That is… If you agree to join us.” Sam couldn’t help her head, lightly snickering. ”Wait a second. So you’re saying Marchand has decided to not work exclusively in Florida and happens to be targeting your MC?” Her head shook in disbelief. ”Dumbass did always seem like he was looking for a death wish. Now it’s become a literal thing, sounds like.” Sam stopped, snapping her fingers as the real and more immediate concern entered her mind. ”Before I say anything definite, I need to make sure of something. I am going against Bullet, after all. So if I say yes … I’m not gonna be bitched at for going against another member or some shit? I’ve tried pairing with others before. You can probably guess how well that all went. Consider it a precaution on my behalf.” And, admittedly, it was also true that none of the other Maidens yet knew Sam had intentions of becoming one of them. Widow had said she’d be a good addition over Twitter, but that was the closest. Actual, definite knowledge about this talk? Nah. That was a whole different story. Shaking her head, RJ looked over to her once again. “You won’t get bitched at. This was all set in motion before this.” She indicated the meeting between them. “And, seeing as how I’m finally starting to get this whole politics of wrestling thing… I know that cocksucker, Deuce, is gonna try to pit us against each other at some point.” She laughed. “Besides, it’s not like we don’t battle each other anyways. We have a gym back in NOLA that we train at. Things can get… heated. If you will.” She sighed lightly. “But, I’ll talk to Alex and make sure she knows what’s up.” ”So far, you’ve been mainly assigned to work with one another, not against. But .. true enough. There’s probably eventually gonna be that one match you - we’ll - have to face one another again at.” Sam nods a few more times, her smirk widening before she looks directly into RJ’s eyes. ”Alright. You got yourself a deal. I’d prefer if Bullet kept my joining a surprise till Rise airs, but … it isn’t gonna be mandatory or anything. She’s gonna say what she’s gonna say - as will I. Hope she can take it with more than a grain of salt. Probably gonna be needed for a few lines in particular.” “What Alex doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” She nodded while grinning. “She’ll be pissy for a few hours but will come to understand why I do the things I do.” Tilting her head slightly. “How about we do the patch over after ya’ll’s match? This way, she’ll be none the wiser.” ”Sounds perfect. Man … we’re gonna take Mile High by surprise. What a reveal this is gonna be. Looking forward to it.” Sam’s smile widened, her head tilting back slightly as she stretched her arms over her head, lowering them after a few moments. ”Alright. I’ll see ya at The Rise. Okay, Joseph. Let’s head back and start planning part two.” Sam pivots on her feet, though not before offering a salute and wave to Robi. Her boots repeatedly click on the concrete, eventually becoming softer and softer until the sounds vanish altogether, signaling both her and Joseph are completely out of sight and earshot.
6th July, 2018
13:49 PM
Denver, Colorado
Exact Location: Magness Arena Sam is standing in the center of the ring the Mile High roster has usually been fighting in. She stares at camera for a few seconds before beginning to slowly clap. ”So, some congratulations are in order. Well … that’s what I would say. If I didn’t expect you to come out victorious, that is. It’s honestly no surprise. Between you and me, the Party Boy probably parties far too hard. Two - and more importantly - he already has his damn grudge match. It wouldn’t sit as well with me if he could have the chance to earn the Phoenix Belt. I also don’t think I’d be getting nearly as interesting of a challenger. But I digress.” While gathering and organizing her thoughts, Sam leans against the set of ropes behind her. ”I’m not gonna lie, I have wondered when I’d go against any of the Shieldmaidens. Your arrival into Mile High didn’t only grab management’s attention. It caught mine. I can recognize greatness when I see it. Each and everyone of you - including Forge - has proven yourself week in and week out. And you know what? I don’t just like that. I respect such gestures. It’s what helps me feel certain our match is gonna be a damn good one.
“However, unlike the past few opponents you’ve faced, I … am not nice. Nowhere near, in fact. I hope the fact I went against Azurine - someone I knew before entering Mile High - and still fought to not only defeat her, but secure my spot for this fray - proves that much. A lot of people can’t put feelings aside, least of all for someone they know on a personal level. But for me? Fighting, wrestling especially, has been basically my life. You could go so far as to say I’m constantly fighting for my life … and you would be very correct.” Sam pauses once more, now allowing Bullet the chance to have everything she’s said thus far sink in. ”I don’t know who all among the roster watches the other promos. But I’ll say here and now that I do. I look at everything that everyone - not only my opponent - puts up. Therefore, I saw your confession when you went against both Azurine and Anya. That very Triple Threat was your first ever singles match.
“Ergo, I hope you can begin comprehending why this match is far more dangerous than most others. It’s not just because it’s a Ladder Match, though that certainly helps. More specifically, you’re going against me. And I have been in Ladder Matches. I know the pain you’re gonna feel when that steel lands against you, be it your head, midsection, or somewhere else.
“My point is this, Bullet; I’m gonna be able to handle it. I’ll sacrifice everything to secure my win. What about you, though?” Sam smirks smugly at the camera, lightly shrugging. ”I suppose we’ll see within a few days, huh? This is gonna be one of those times - moreso than usual - when actions speak louder than words. Forgive me if I’m not worried about God being a bullet. Hard to be scared when I don’t even believe in God to begin with.
“For now, I’m gonna leave it at that. Save the best for last and all that jazz. Trust me though when I say I got a lot more to include. No point in wasting all of my own ammunition, per se, in this single promo, though. Gotta build up the hype and shit … among other things.” Sam waves, turning gracefully on her heels. ”Looking forward to hearing from you soon, Alex. Until then … farewell!” The camera follows Samantha for a few minutes before fading away, darkness quickly place of everything that used to be in sight.
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Post by Bullet on Jul 10, 2018 12:45:22 GMT -6
Off-Camera
January 12, 2018
Maguire’s Warehouse
Las Vegas, Nevada
Trips to Las Vegas were common for Alex “Bullet” Carbajal ever since she’d met her best friend, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, at age eight in Bay St. Louis, Mississippi when they had both immigrated for different reasons from their home countries. Bandit and her mother, Shannon Layton, were reuniting with her mother’s family after the final break-up of their family back in Nova Scotia. Bullet’s family had come in search of work at the casinos. Bandit and her mother both loved gambling and thus living here was a great benefit to their indulgence
This had not gone unnoticed by Bullet and so she had gone looking for something to do with her time when they were in Vegas and Bandit was busy making a fortune living up to her nickname at the blackjack tables and had found a warehouse gym where she could learn to fight run by an Irishman everyone she had talked to about him tended to call by his prison nickname, Malleus Diabolus. When she’d met “El Martillo” as she’d taken to calling him, Shonn Maguire had turned out to be everything she was hoping he would be and more.
Today was no different from any other visit, she’d come in, changed into her practice attire of wrestling boots, boxing trunks and sports bra, taped up her hands, pulled on her gloves and gotten right down to it with the heavy bag. As she circles to her left, Bullet snaps off her combination but doesn’t quite hit it right and her trainer, Shonn, just shakes his head.
Shonn Maguire: Come on, Bala, ye can do better than tha!
Bullet nods, stepping back from the heavy bag, taking a deep breath and then stepping back into her orthodox boxing stance. Whenever he wanted to emphasize to her that something was almost there and she was just slacking, he used the Spanish version of her nickname, calling her “Bala.” He knew it would make the point to her to refocus better than anything else he could do.
Shonn Maguire: Tha’s me girl, much better!
Bullet continues firing off, exactly as he’d taught her and Shonn nods continually as she goes, calling out punches for her to.
Shonn Maguire: 1, 3, 1… 1, 2… , 1, 3, 1!
Off-Camera
Present day
Shieldmaidens’ Warehouse Gym
New Orleans, Louisiana
Alex “Bullet” Carbajal stares at the equipment in front of her and shakes her head. She crosses her arms, her taped fists helping to cover her black sports bra. Like the others currently in the room, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, Ophelia “Widow” Blaque-Donnely, Robi Jean “RJ” Mitchell and Angelique “Angel” LeRoux, Bullet has her hair tied back off her face and is wearing wrestling shoes, a black sports bra and black workout shorts.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I need to make target bigger!
Bullet scans the area, looking for something to help with her current problem.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: How can make bigger?
Angel frowns.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Why do you need it bigger?
Bullet nods to the heavy bag.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Because, this is set up for training to fight people the same size as me. Samantha Hamilton is not the same size. She is seven inches taller than me before we take shoes into account. She is the Titaness and that name is fitting. She is a tall tree blocking the road. I must train in the same fitting way if I want to chop down the tree.
Angel nods.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Yeah, I suppose that’s true. Hmmm…
As they look around, the door to the gym opens and Fianna Donnelly walks in with a big grin on her face.
Fianna Donnelly: God someone ye should meet here!
The Shieldmaidens all turn to face the door in time to see Fianna’s brother-in-law walk into the room. Before anyone else can say anything, Bullet lets out a shriek.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡EL MARTILLO!
All the other Shieldmaidens first look at Bullet and then back to Fianna’s brother-in-law, Shonn Maguire.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: That… is El Martillo?
Shonn nods and walks over, embracing Bullet.
Shonn Maguire: Ye look good, Bala.
Bullet smiles up at him.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And you…
She turns to her friends and nods to Shonn.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: He taught me how to fight properly.
RJ smiles.
Robi Jean "RJ" Mitchell: And now you’re passing that on to me.
Shonn looks around and nods.
Shonn Maguire: Nice set-up, Lasses.
Bullet nods as Shonn is introduced to everyone else individually. After a few minutes, he walks over to Bullet and nods to her.
Shonn Maguire: So, whut’s eatin’ ye, Bala?
Bullet nods to the bag.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I need to make the target bigger. I’ve got to train for a ladder match with a large opponent.
Shonn nods.
Shonn Maguire: Aye…
Turning, he sees his old friends and usual co-trainers, Davis “Doomsday” Delacio and Donnie “Devastator” Samuelsson. Shonn motions at them and the two massive men walk over to join their little pow wow. As they come near, Bullet remembers why they always struck her as awe-inspiring. Davis Delacio was a 6’4 blonde white man who tipped the scales at 320 pounds and had a large sword tattoo on his chest. The crew cut haircut and relatively cold demeanor only served to make him look more rawboned and intimidating. As big as Davis was, Donnie Samuelsson was even bigger at 6’7 and 350 pounds of shaved bald black man. It had struck her that even though Donnie was bigger, his personality was completely different as he came off like a gentle puppy dog that followed Davis and Shonn anywhere they went. Shonn directs them to get some blockers and a few minutes later, the two men are holding them up so that Bullet has to work to hit them.
Shonn Maguire: Tha should do well, yeah?
Bullet looks up at the heights of the blockers and nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I almost need the ladder now.
Shonn nods.
Shonn Maguire: Off ye go, then…
Bullet hugs Shonn and then turns to her training, throwing in jumping and spinning kicks to her usual boxing type strikes. Shonn nods, watching on just like he did all those months before. Davis and Donnie hold the blockers firm as Bullet does her best to try and knock the big guys down.
Shonn Maguire: Tha’s it, Bala. Work in yer kicks wit da one two!
Bullet fires off as he calls out and nods for the kicks.
Shonn Maguire: One, two, round… one, three, one jump front…
Shonn nods and then claps as Bullet spins into a wicked spinning heel kick that almost knocks the blocker from Donnie’s hand.
Shonn Maguire: Ok, time… Donnie, check yer grip, Lad.
Donnie nods and readjusts how he is holding the blockers. Shonn nods and they start again, Bullet firing every which way at both sets of blockers.
Shonn Maguire: Yer gonna bae fine, bala. Tha’s it, tha’s it… good on ye!
He nods away as Bullet continues to fire away for another hour.
Shonn Maguire: Ye’ve gotten better…
Bullet nods slightly, accepting her trainer’s kind words.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I was just trying to apply what you taught me.
Shonn nods.
Shonn Maguire: A fine job ye’ve done o’ tha.
Bullet nods hopefully.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Can you get me ready for the ladder?
Shonn nods.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, tha I kin do, Bala.
Bullet smiles.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Gracias, El Martillo.
On-Camera
The camera opens upon Alex “Bullet” Carbajal as she stands in front of the usual black banner with the white lettering of the Shieldmaidens’ logo on it. Running her fingers through her pulled back hair, Bullet nods pulling the band out to let her hair fall down over the black leather biker vest she’s wearing over a plain white tank top and blue jeans.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I have to admit, it has been an interesting week.
She tosses the band away and just shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We’ve had police descend upon us from at least two different agencies and i cannot even begin to tell you why other than some just think if they take down somebody, anybody, it will make them look bigger and more important than they really are.
She nods, waving her right hand towards the door almost as if she expects an example to come in any second now.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And since some people just crave that spotlight…
Nodding again, her hand moves to all but point into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I mean, look at Party Boy. He’s so desperate for attention he picked a fight with a non-wrestler just to get himself some notice. I do not know what kind of recognition you think you can get from fighting somebody like that, Mister Mosh, but it won’t erase the attitude everyone has already gotten just from watching you.
She shakes her head, looking quite disgusted at just having to mention the name.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You do not care one bit about this sport or anything else. All you care about is having your name appear in lights and that’s why you’re fighting somebody that should not be in the ring and Samantha and I are fighting for a championship!
She pauses and then nods in acknowledgement.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I have to admit, Samantha, I agree with you that it was kind of crap that Party Boy was even in the position he was against me in the last match when he already had a match on Rise In Phoenix. At least you got somebody who cares in Azurine.
Shaking her head, Bullet rolls her eyes and exhales heavily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So now they put us in and I’m sure somebody somewhere loves the contrast. We fight at Rise In Phoenix for the Phoenix Championship and we could not seemingly be more different if we tried. You are a tall white woman from Florida. I am a smaller, paisa from Medellín. You are a veteran of wrestling in general and have competed in multiple ladder matches before. I am a rookie as a professional and this will be my first ladder match. And the question on everyone’s mind…
Her hands rise up to beg the question from the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Will the Titaness swat away the Bullet or will the Bullet prove that smaller things can be just as deadly and take down the Titaness?
Nodding, she allows her hands to drop back down.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And I can see why that question is the burning one in everyone’s mind. When you look at me and the She-Hulk, I’m sure most are going to expect Samantha to Hulk Smash me into oblivion.
She nods, acknowledging the point.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: After all, you are bigger, stronger and have more experience all around. You have probably had more ladder matches than I have had matches and yet here we both stand, looking to climb that ladder as if it is the Stairway to Heaven. I can say I was training before anyone knew I was doing so. At the time, I was just looking for something to do, but as I got into it, it became obvious I wasn’t just gonna stop at the kind of shadowboxing that weekend warriors do for fun at the gym to stay in shape while punching the clock at some dead end job they hate but keep because they need the money.
She shakes her head emphatically.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, I started to study things. I managed my old girlfriend, Eavan Maloney, for a bit and everyone seemed to think I was just this cute little thing standing at ringside but it’s amazing what you can pick up when you are that up close and personal to this sport. I got to see how the sausage was made, and smell the bullshit first hand...
She nods, looking like she just smelled something intensely horrible.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And now, inside of enough matches to count on one hand, I’m looking down the barrel of a championship match and the only thing I ever seem to get is people completely missing the point of “God Is A Bullet.” It has nothing to do with religion and never really did! It is like when somebody is falling from a high place and then somebody halfway down shoots them and they die before they hit the ground. The person who fires the gun will be in trouble because intent followed the bullet and therefore the bullet played God. God was a bullet because no one knew who the bullet would happen to hit once it was fired. There was no telling and therefore…
She holds her hand out in the shape of a gun.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: God is a bullet, have mercy on us, every one!
She lowers her hand and nods, smirking coldly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And if that holds true in this match…
Bullet nods pointedly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: There will be no Hulk Smash. There will be no Titaness making her mark on the world. There will only be that sound no one wants to hear of the Bullet flying through the air as it gets ready to strike the bone and take down its target. I am going to climb that ladder, Samantha, and I am gonna knock you down and the Shieldmaidens are gonna ride to the top of Mile High Wrestling whether anyone else likes it or not!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2018 16:41:44 GMT -6
10th July, 2018
12:59 PM
Phoenix, Arizona
Exact Location: At Piestewa Peak The camera pans in on Sam standing atop the Piestewa Peak in Phoenix, Arizona. Even though she's wearing earbuds, some very loud and boisterous music can be heard blaring. One would almost wonder if she was purposely trying to make herself - or anyone around her - deaf with how loud the music was playing. As the song ends, however, she hits the "Stop" button on her MP3 player and smirks towards the lens. "Good, good. I was wondering if I'd hear from ya at all, Bullet. Glad to see the answer's yes. So ... twenty-four or so hours. That's all that separates us from meeting in the ring. I promised I would save you a story of sorts for this next time, so I'm gonna keep my word. In fact, since you better explained your 'God is a bullet' saying, it makes what I'm about to relay all the more relevant." Her smirk widens as Sam pulls a hair tie off her right wrist and begins getting her hair into a tight ponytail. "I know it was rhetorical, but I do have an answer to your inquiry of what would happen about me getting shot. And the answer is simple. I'd keep fighting. You see ... I'm not just a wrestler. I've survived a bullet. A literal one from an actual gun, yes." After finishing with her hair, Samantha sits down on top of the peak and pulls her right shoe and sock off. The angle of the camera changes to her foot. In the dead center is a noticeable scar. Sure enough, the size of it does match the shape, length and diameter of a bullet. "True, this wasn't a lethal area. So here's the rest of the story that matters. A few days after a certain stalker did this shit to me? I had a match while I was in another group. I was not medically cleared, to be perfectly honest. Nonetheless, I went out to the ring ... fought .... annnnnnnd .... " Sam chuckles, pointing her thumbs at herself. "Despite my injury and the other numerous odds against me, I still came out as the winner of that fight. Fuck, it was amazing, particularly because my opponent was more of a veteran than me. So, let's assume you do get a shot off and hit me? Your answer's simple; bring a goddamn AR-15 with ya. Or something with really strong fire power. Because you will definitely need much, much more than one single bullet to take me down and out of the equation." While still reminiscing on the memory, Sam begins putting her sock annd shoe back on. "Between you and me - from one fighter to another - size isn't what you need to worry about, Alex. It hasn't happened often, but I have been beaten by people smaller and lighter than myself. Nah. The other thing that's gonna work against you? That belongs to my resolve, my determination.
"See ... Skrabz can call it me having a 'loser's mindset'. I, however, think of recalling past matches as a strategy. Making sure I can avoid repeating mistakes. And there seemed to be enough I made that caused me to not possess the Mile High Championship. So .... you can bet your ass I am going to do any and everything to not come out of this fight empty-handed." Her eyes narrow as the tone in Sam's voice becomes even more serious than it did in the frst promo. "While, yes, I have proclaimed that belts are bonuses, the fact is when those opportunities arrive, I take them. You Shieldmaidens aren't the only ones who don't die easy. In fact, I also 'die' pretty bloody myself ... if we deem defeats to be a close enough equivalent of proverbially dying. There is a very, very good chance our match will not be for the faint of heart.
"You're not gonna face me simply as The Titaness. You're going against someone who wants redemption for what was yanked out of her hands. You're pitted against a still very furious, determined predator. Someone who has been lost in the desert - only to find civilization recently and, thus, is famished and very, very thirsty for food and water. Someone who is more than ready to accept any and all the bullets you shoot at her. Whatever happens to me or my body? I don't care .... as long as it ends with me emerging victorious. That is my top priority.
"You may have earned this chance for the Phoenix Belt. I won't discredit you for that. Unfortunately, I'm fed up with falling short. I seem to have an odd curse when it comes to earning belts - for the most part. And come tomorrow? I'm hellbent on breaking it. I am one of the strongest here, and I fully intend to prove and remind those who have forgotten why. I'm always on a mission.
"But this one? It's even more important than my previous ones. You're gonna be in for the toughest fight of your life; I can guarantee that, Bullet. So ... " The Titaness claps her hands together, smirking in a very knowing fashion. "Feel free to bring as many proverbial - or literal, I care not - guns and ammunition with you as possible tomorrow. You can see the exact answer on what it takes to stop me with your own eyes. Just remember - you won't be able to unsee whatever you do see unfold. Also don't be surprised if it's more than you ever would have assumed.
"You're absolutely right, Alex. Hell is very empty. I should know - I was dragged down to one of the lowest layers of the Abyss once. Literally, yes. And though I'm not one of you, I'm a maiden in my own rights and I'm here, like it or not. Now then ... I'm gonna kill some time. But believe me when I say I'm very excited to have my first encounter with the Shieldmaidens tomorrow. I promise you, Alex - and all of Mile High - it won't be the last one, either." While still wearing her knowing, smug smirk, Sam waves before proceeding to climb down. Joseph follows Samantha for a few seconds before the camera shuts off.
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Post by Bullet on Jul 10, 2018 22:27:40 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Standing in the parking lot of the motorcycle shop she works her day job at in New Orleans, Louisiana, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal glances down at her jeans and Nikes and shakes her head, silently thanking God she hadn’t worn boots in this heat today. She shrugs her cutte into place over her white t-shirt and also silently thanks God she’d chosen white for the day. Just as she walks over to her bike, her phone goes off, surprising her. She hadn’t expected any business calls today and especially not now, right before she was supposed to get on a plane and leave town for Mile High Wrestling. She glances down at the phone and nods when she sees the name, answering the call immediately.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Bueno!
The voice of George “30-30” Jenkins fills her ear.
George "30-30" Jenkins: Hey y’all.
Bullet can’t help but smile.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: 30-30?
His voice returns to her ear.
George "30-30" Jenkins: In the flesh!
Bullet shrugs happily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿A la orden?
30-30 gets right to the point.
George "30-30" Jenkins: Got me a new order y’all gonna wanna see.
Bullet glances at her watch and did some quick math on how long it would take at this time of day to get to 30-30’s shooting range..
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: 25?
The voice comes back, bright and happy.
George "30-30" Jenkins: I’ll be here, Mama Clarisse’ll show ya in.
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Ok. See you then.
Twenty minutes later…
Bullet pulls up to the Saints’ Row Gun & Shooting Club and nods happily. She’d made it here five minutes faster than she’d thought she would. She parks her bike, slips off her helmet and then walks inside the building.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Mama Clarisse.
The older black woman nods back to Bullet.
Mama Clarisse: Go on in, Child, he’s waitin’ on you.
Bullet nods gratefully.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: How are you?
Mama Clarisse smiles as only she can.
Mama Clarisse: Oh, you know, little bit here, little bit there. We get by.
Bullet nods and heads over to the side door. She opens ait and walks in to find 30-30 looking at a couple of crates.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Quiubo, Parce?
30-30 smiles, nodding to the crates.
George "30-30" Jenkins: Got me some new AR-15s, think I’m gonna have to send ‘em back though.
Bullet frowns in confusion.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Why?
30-30 shrugs.
George "30-30" Jenkins: Missing a few key parts, like firing pins.
Bullet looks closer at a couple and then shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Did you get these from… ?
30-30 shakes his head.
George "30-30" Jenkins: My usual authorized source.
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So, are you telling me they fuck you?
30-30 shakes his head.
George "30-30" Jenkins: I don’t know if they did or our mutual friend did. Either way, I think I’ve been sent a message here. I think you’re gonna wanna tell some of your other friends to watch their shipments.
Bullet sighs heavily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yerah, should have seen this coming.
She shakes her head and just manages to stop herself from kicking the crate.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa!
30-30 nods understandingly.
George "30-30" Jenkins: Heard that one before…
Bullet stares at the door for a second before turning back to face her friend.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Have you heard anybody else being fucked with like this?
30-30 ponders this for a second and then nods.
George "30-30" Jenkins: You know, come to think of it, yeah. Wally Jackson got a shipment of regular old hunting rifle rounds last week that had all the powder removed.
Bullet stares at him, the confusion visible on her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Wally Jackson?
She shakes her head as she goes over everything in her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But we’ve never had any dealings with him. I don’t think we’ve even ever repaired anything for him. Or tattooed or pierced anything on him…
30-30 raises a hand at the last mention.
George "30-30" Jenkins: TMI, B, I don’t need to know who has or who hasn’t had nothin’ pierced, ya heard?
Bullet nods apologetically.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sorry, I was just…
She trails off,
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Maybe I should not be making assumptions that this has to do with us. Have you upset anybody lately? Given Kallahan, Narchand or any other…?
30-30 shakes his head.
George "30-30" Jenkins: Johnny Law ain’t had no reason to look my way in a good long time. Hell, some of them practice here. I can’t see no reason they’d wanna get rid of me.
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What about Mama Clarisse?
30-30 shakes his head.
George "30-30" Jenkins: She answers phones, greets people, knits, and gets her coffee. That’s it, she ain’t never done anything to make no Johnny Lawdogs look sideways at her for nothin’!
Bullet nods and the two go silent for a second to try and think things over. After about a minute and half that feels more like an hour, 30-30 looks up from his crate of useless weapons.
George "30-30" Jenkins: What about y’all? You got anything going on?
Bullet ponders this question, crosses her arms and leans against the far wall of the room.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Just the pay-per-view for Mile High Wrestling. Those of us that fight, we’re all on it. I have a championship ladder match, RJ has a match, Widow and Jack have a tag team championship match. I just got my trainer back for it…
Bullet frowns and stares at the crate of weapons.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I cannot see where us wrestling in Phoenix would have anything to do with this crate of weapons.
30-30 just shakes his head.
George "30-30" Jenkins: Me neither. Good luck on y’all’s matches. Hopefully you come home and nothin’ else has hit the fan in your absence.
Bullet nods her agreement.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Here’s hoping. Thanks for the call, 30-30. I’ll let you know if we find anything out for you. I’m sure Crash N’ Burn’ll look into it.
30-30 nods gratefully.
George "30-30" Jenkins: I’ll let y’all know if I hear anything else.
Bullet nods and takes her leave. As soon as she gets outside, she walks to her bike, sits down and fires up her phone.
AC:¡Bueno! Necesitamos hablar…[/font]
On-Camera
The camera opens on Alex “Bullet” Carbajal standing in front of the black Shieldmaidens banner in the ballroom of her hotel, 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: I must admit, seeing your scar and hearing the story of you wrestling with a bullet wound in your foot...
Her hands come together almost as if she is praying.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I am impressed. I cannot say I have ever done anything like that. I’ve never had the misfortune of being shot though I have been around gunfire almost my entire life. It was always around when I was a small child in Medellín and it followed me in Bay St. Louis too. I’ve somehow managed to see it in Las Vegas, Monte Carlo, Atlantic City, Biloxi, and even now in New Orleans. I can honestly say when you show that scar on your foot, it makes me look at what I have been training for and realize that it is a very good thing that my trainer, El Martillo, helped me step up my usual training so that I trained harder, I trained bigger, I train…
Stopping herself, she looks down for a second and then holds her hand out, palm out.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I know I will never match you in size and strength and I’m not stupid enough to think I should try that. You’re right, if I’m going to beat you, it won’t be because I found a way to equalize that, it’ll be because I reached down deep inside and wanted it more than you do! It will be because I scraped myself off the streets of Medellín and found a way get up that ladder! It will be because I was able to answer my own question with an added corollary…
Her index finger extends up, the rest of her hand closing to show off what amounts to a giant number one.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What happens when one lone bullet finds its mark right between the eyes even on a Titaness? What happens when the giant, hulking goddess meets the god with chaos and intent known as the Bullet?
Pausing again, she starts to nod as if some idea is ringing in her ears.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What you said about Skrabz…
She shakes her head in disgust.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: If he thinks paying attention to the past gives you a loser’s mindset then he truly doesn’t know what he is talking about!
Buillet turns and almost spits in outrage.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Qué pelota que es!
Shaking her head, she turns and glares back into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa! There’s a lot of them going around, it would seem! People who keep saying don’t pay any attention to the past or don’t dwell on it or don’t even bother looking because somehow that’s…
She waves her hand upward.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it over and over in a never ending cycle of insanity and failure. If you don’t pay attention to the past, you will never get any better and if you weren't the absolute best…
She pauses and nods in acknowledgement.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Or even if you were…
She glares into the camera, now visibly upset.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: If you weren’t, you will never get off your ass once you’ve been put there and if you were the best, then you’re a sitting duck waiting for somebody to come along and take advantage of your lazy complacency! Don’t you EVER let anyone tell you that you paying attention to what you’ve done in the past and how you can improve is a loser’s mindset!
She exhales, looks down to her feet and then looks back up into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Samantha, I am going to come at you with everything I have and then I’m going to dig into places even I’m not sure I have to come at you with just that little something more and if that is not enough to put you down long enough to climb that ladder and claim the Phoenix Championship then I will keep digging until I find what will! I am coming to Rise In Phoenix the only way I know how and I am coming to slay the giantess! Everyone else can say whatever they want about the Shieldmaidens and they can say whatever they want about you and I but they aren’t the ones who earned their trip to this show.
She shakes her head, glaring dead into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We are!
She points into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You…
And then back to herself.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And me...
Her hand drops down to her side as she nods pointedly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Samantha, I know you are going to do the same and I know you need to make up for the things that came before and I’m here to say that is exactly what you should do! I know you are not the great example of lazy complacency that others both are band would paint you as. I know I’m going to have to go to places I have never gone before and I also know…
Again, she nods pointedly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I’m not sure I can come back from those places but I’m going to go there anyway because anything less would be a disrespect to you, disrespect to the company, disrespect to the sport, disrespect to the championship and disrespect to myself! I owe everything i just mentioned to do whatever I can to climb that ladder, rise to the top and take that belt down to claim my place in history!
Rubbing her hands together, Bullet starts to nod in anticipation.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Tomorrow night, Rise In Phoenix, it’s time to see what happens when the Bullets start flying!
She pauses to raise up her right hand shaped like a gun.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Dios es una bala! May he have mercy on our souls because we will have none for each other!
She nods and points her hand into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Bang!
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