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Post by Admin on Jul 4, 2018 16:28:44 GMT -6
The Shieldmaidens vs Rose Colored LassesRoleplay Limit: 2 Roleplay Deadline: Wednesday, July 11, 2018 @ 2AM Central Time |
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Post by azurinevebbins on Jul 9, 2018 11:04:11 GMT -6
Change Your Perspective Wid A Rose-Colored Lass or What I Tend To Discuss Before Reachin' for da Hot Tag
[Our scene opens with “The Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins twirling around a black-and-white movie set reminiscent of “Doctor Strangelove or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb.” She’s wearing her fresh-off-the-press Shushmytush Chanters Softball Jersey, a grey skirt, thigh-high stockings, and black ballet flats. She smiles as a security camera notices her in what very well could be a recreation of the infamous war room. Upon being spotted, she waves and commences her regularly-scheduled promotional material.]Azurine Vebbins: On Wednesday night, Anya and I, collectively known as “Rose Colored Lasses” take on two of da most malicious and malevolent maidens in all of Mile High Wrestlin’...Jackie “Bandit” Layton and Ophelia “Widow” Blaque. Dey are hellspawn hellbent on becomin’ da first-ever Mile High Wrestlin’ Tag-Team Champions. Considerin’ my angel gimmick, an adorkable one to boot, I couldn’t idly float ’bout da heavens wid-out givin’ dem a fight. Dat’s what I intend to do when touchin’ down at “Da Rise In Phoenix.” However, “Da Damsel in Dat Dress” will not be doin’ so alone. Statistically upon deyr arrival no single individual has been able to smite two or more Shieldmaidens. Deyrfore, I needed to reach out for a dance partner I trust more dan da back of my hand. After all, da back of my hand is what Layton and Blaque will experience when givin’ dem Open Palm Strikes. And unless you weren’t payin’ attention to da first six words spoken in dis promotional material, den you recognize “Da Desert Rose” Anya will be my teammate. Some will claim “Dat Azz” was in a bind and dis was merely a process of elimination. Couldn’t pick a mesomorph like “Da Titaness” Samanada Hamilton ’cause we grappled twice recently and she already was slated for a Phoenix Championship Ladder Match. Couldn’t pick “Tattle Tail” Candi Bratton, not only since she’s defendin’ da Mile High Wrestlin’ Heavyweight Championship, but also since she’s rad-er antisocial. Oders might even argue for choosin’ Emily Falls yet I’d have better chances of floppin’ flat on my face. Dat really only left one oder dame to change chanters’ perspectives wid. She has experience grapplin’ dese unfair maidens as well. She is “Da Desert Rose” Anya. Da two of us are highly-motivated, full-glass optimist kind of ladies. Every situation we view appears rose-colored to some degree and we’re lasses. Hence, decidin’ our team name was a foregone conclusion. But how will we tangle da troublesome twosome opposin’ us? Simple. Anya and I will mad-e-matically overwhelm dem. In laymen’s terms, divide and conquer. Eider one could prove to be da weaker link...it’s just goin’ to take some time snappin’ da bike chain to determine which one. Da obvious pick is Jackie ’cause she needed her gaggle of a gang to defeat me before. Now, however, on a level playin’ field such shenanigans shall not stand. Plus, why would she or Blaque even flirt wid da notion of possible disqualification? But yes, Layton is da more rational choice. As for how Blaque could be da weaker link? Jury’s still out on dat one and it’s some-din’ my teammate Anya could very well go over in detail. Yet if I were to hazard a guess it would be how she’s ranked amongst da oder Shieldmaidens. Da only one positioned lower is Fianna and dat’s ’cause she’s a mananger more often dan not. Granted, it’s a social hierarchy, but “Widow” looks to be da spare tire on a janky jalopy. Robi Jean Mitchell is da head of da Shieldmaidens...dat’s also why she has a “Dream Match” against “Universal Superstar” Anaquin Adams. Next in da peckin’ order is Alex “Bullet” Carbajal. Bein’ second banana she is bein’ graced wid an opportunity to be obliterated by Sam “Da Titaness” Hamilton. May sound hypocritical as last week I mentioned how Carbajal would win, but I was competin’ in mental chess wid Hamilton. Smack dab in da middle of da hierarchy is Jackie “Bandit” Layton. I say she’s smack dab since she’s Carbajal’s main squeeze. Bein’ da second of a second puts you in dat position. As I mentioned before Fianna Donnelly serves only managerially. In dis metaphor, she’s da flat tire nestled somewhere in da trunk...ready to pop out, but isn’t of any practical use on dis stretch of road. Dat leaves Ophelia as da dependable spare who keeps dat Shieldmaiden propaganda wagon rollin’. Again, based on deyr group dynamic, I can surmise Blaque was chosen as Layton’s teammate and not vice versa. Shieldmaiden representation on dis card needed to be rampant and dis was her assignment to avoid bein’ left off. So, perhaps, “Da Adorkable Angel” did find a silver linin’ by offerin’ how “Widow” is liable to snap. Means clouds of doom and gloom won’t be circlin’ just Jackie’s headspace now. Still, chanters, you’re probably wonderin’ how Anya and I can sync up beyond our perky, peppy personalities, right? We have a two-point plan of action. First point is grapplin’ respect out of Layton and Blaque. Second point is winnin’ honorably. Admittedly, dese two points will be difficult to achieve. Why? Anya suspects da Shieldmaidens of havin’ “stubborn auras” ’bout dem. Tend to agree but if deyr’s any-din’ dey will respect it will be whoever has a Mile High Wrestlin’ Tag-Team Championship strap on deyr waist. Shimmerin’ and glowin’ like a waist halo, y’know? Da second point will be easier to accomplish. Just need to keep my own emotions in check. Need to be calm, cool, and collected. “Da Adorkable Angel” needs to be on da dance floor first. Like a fixed location, point blank, yours truly needs to be da one controllin’ da tempo. Which again, brin’s me to why Anya makes a tremendous teammate. When da time comes to make dat all-important “hot tag,” I need someone who I can trust reachin’ out while still havin’ da presence of mind to hold onto da tag rope. It’s a matter of integrity dat makes “Da Desert Rose” so integral to dis process. So, Jackie and Ophelia, like Fall Out Boy durin’ deyr album “Folie à Deux,” “I Don’t Care” which one kicks din’s off between you two. Been preparin’ for eider alternative. You two, however, should come to da grave realization dat whoever does decide to be brave against us blesties...dey may not see or work deyr corner for quite a while. In dat time, it might be too late. Hell may be empty, but ‘til you meet your maker, ladies, you’re stuck in peaceful purgatory wid da Rose Colored Lasses. [The scene ends with “The Damsel in Dat Dress” twirling out of the black-and-white sound stage and onto the Dungeon’s South Lawn. By comparison, the Lawn appears more technicolor as if transitioning from dreary Kansas to the whimsical Land of Oz. 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Post by Bandit on Jul 9, 2018 23:57:59 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Jackie “Bandit” Layton looks at the building before her in here in New Orleans, Louisiana and shakes her head. The white building before just looked so overly clean and almost antiseptic compared to the rest of the city. She exhales and glances back at her black and gold 2018 Ford Mustang, seemingly considering just getting back into the car and leaving. Looking down at the ground, she moves her gaze to her black canvas shoes, blue jeans and red blouse, hoping that she’s either over nor under dressed for this meeting. She nods to herself, steeling her own nerves before she makes her way to the door of the building. Once inside, she signs in and is then led to the meeting room. A few minutes later, her mother, Shannon Layton, walks into the room.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Hi, Mom!
Shannon waves as they move closer to each other.
Shannon Layton: Hi, Sweetheart!
They embrace and hold each other tightly before taking their seats at the small round table they were to use for this conversation.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: How are you?
Bandit takes her mother’s hand into her own.
Shannon Layton: I’m doing…
Shannon exhales, her eyes moistening over.
Shannon Layton: I never realized how bad I was doing before I got here. I…
Trailing off, she bursts into tears. Bandit squeezes her mother’s hand lovingly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I love you, Mom.
Shannon almost starts crying harder.
Shannon Layton: I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean…
Brushing away her tears, Shannon takes a deep breath and then looks her daughter in the face.
Shannon Layton: How are you doing, Sweetheart? Is that new job working out?
Bandit nods, as happy to change the subject as her mother seems to be.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: The wrestling or the consultant position?
Shannon cannot hide her surprise at hearing her daughter is holding this many jobs simultaneously since she’d been surprised to hear of one.
Shannon Layton: Both, I didn’t know you were doing more than one.
Bandit nods, knowing how it must look to her mother.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I guess I’m really doing three. I work as a sort of personal assistant, glorified secretary to RJ and Widow at their parlor. I also do consultant work for them about new building and expansion opportunities.
Shannon’s face brightens at this idea.
Shannon Layton: Expansion? Oh, sounds exciting, Sweetie!
Bandit nods, equally happy at this.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: They’re thinking about it. The place they have now is quite successful, so they’re looking into if they can open a second one or buy somebody else out and rebrand that place.
Shannon’s smile broadens, even as fresh tears start to roll down her face.
Shannon Layton: You sounds so much…
Bandit frowns, squeezing her mother’s hand all over again.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Please don’t say I sound like… him....
Shannon reacts as if she’s been punched in the gut by her daughter’s word and especially the tone in Bandit’s voice.
Shannon Layton: I’m sorry… I…
Shannon bites her lip, trying to stop herself from just dissolving into sobs. Bandit squeezes her mother’s hand yet again, patting with her other hand as well.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I know and I don’t mean to yell. I just…
Looking wholly apologetic, Bandit swallows hard and releases her mother’s hand.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I’m not ready to reminisce about “the good times.” I don’t…
Shannon nods sadly.
Shannon Layton: I understand, I’m sorry.
Thinking quickly, Bandit searches and finds a way out of the worrisome conversation regarding her estranged father.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: As for the wrestling, it’s going well. I didn’t expect it to work the way it has for all of us. RJ I think had done it before. Alé‘s competing for a mid-level championship against a really big girl and…
Shannon slows her daughter down by raising her hand slightly off the table.
Shannon Layton: When you say big, do you mean tall or?
Bandit nods, holding her hand up slightly higher over the table.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yeah, tall. She’s called the Titaness because she’s like six feet tall and just a real statuesque woman.
Shannon nods slowly, taking in this idea.
Shannon Layton: Alex sounds like she’s got her work cut out for her.
Bandit nods her agreement.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yeah and Widow and I are gonna fight for the tag team championships.
Shannon frowns slightly.
Shannon Layton: You and this... Widow… are the team?
Bandit nods in response.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yes. RJ thought our styles would mesh better than with Alé‘s because she’s more of a boxer type.
Her eyes narrowing, Shannon nods slowly, visibly confused.
Shannon Layton: I see, and you and Widow have worked well together?
Bandit nods enthusiastically.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So far, yes. It’s been fun. Widow and I seem to complement each other wonderfully and we’re gonna see another new team in Azurine Vebbins and “The Desert Rose” Anya. They call themselves the Rose Colored Lasses.
Shannon nods.
Shannon Layton: Colorful.
Bandit shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I’ve been in the ring with Azurine, Alé‘ was in the ring with both of them before just not as a team. They’re good. We’re gonna have trouble with them, no doubt about it.
Shannon nods slowly.
Shannon Layton: So, you’re not getting hurt much?
Bandit shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: This is only gonna be my third match so far. I had one where I teamed with RJ, Widow and Alé against what felt like four random people and then I had a singles match against Azurine.
Shannon takes in the sight of her daughter and finally nods slightly.
Shannon Layton: So, you’re ok? I didn’t drag you with me?
Bandit almost visibly deflates, looking like she wants to do nothing more than grab her mother and hug her until they both pass on.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I admit, I was going down that road. I used to sneak off and party and then make sure nobody saw any evidence but Alé. I couldn’t hide it from her because of how often we were together and a lot of the time I would talk her into doing whatever with me.
Shannon stares at her daughter in shock.
Shannon Layton: Whatever?
Bandit nods, looking down at the table.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Booze, cocaine or pills, nothing else. I think we tried crystal once and really didn’t like it. Never tried smoking much because we both can’t stand the actual smoke and we never went for needles. I think we’re both kind of phobic of them.
She pauses, looking down in shame at the expression on her mother’s face.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I admit, I liked a lot of it and I was good at blackjack and seemed to have all the luck with slot machines, so much so that I got nicknamed Bandit from it…
Shannon can’t help but smile.
Shannon Layton: You always did make out like one at those places.
Bandit manages to reestablish eye contact with her mother.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: That’s what Eavan said too and Alé agreed with her.
Shannon nods.
Shannon Layton: How did you stop?
Bandit shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Eavan and Alé…
Shannon’s eyes narrow again as she carefully studies her daughter.
Shannon Layton: What aren’t you telling me?
Bandit seemingly stops breathing for a second. She stares at her mother and then finally takes a deep breath.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: We stopped while we were dating Eavan, when we…
She stammers, fumbling over her words.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: That was how Alé and I finally…
Trailing off again, she exhales heavily.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Alé had gotten together with Eavan and I had flown out east to hook up with Declan Black and his girlfriends. I came back to Vegas when the Declan thing didn’t really work out and Eavan invited me to move in and join her and Alé.
Now it’s Bandit’s turn to have her eyes start to moisten.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: It went great for a couple of months. I really felt like I’d found a home with them and we were an unbreakable unit. We’d found roles for each of us and then problems started settling in. Eavan’s bipolar and had problems with whiskey and cocaine herself before. It led her to leaving us just what felt like out of the blue and I reacted badly and I…
She looks away, tears rolling down her face.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I went to a casino and overdosed by combining whiskey, cocaine and some pills that I didn’t even bother to look and see what they were first.
Shannon’s jaw drops in horror.
Shannon Layton: Oh my God!
Bandit gets up and moves quickly to her now sobbing mother.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Mom…
Shannon starts to tumble over and Bandit catches her.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Mom!
Shannon tries to sit up but finds her strength seemingly gone.
Shannon Layton: Oh my God… what have I done?
Bandit shakes her head.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Mom… it wasn’t your fault! It was mine and it scared me straight! Alé called RJ that night and we had to take a suspension from the club over it. It even made Eavan come back for a week before she left again. It made Alé and I decide what we really wanted from each other. Eventually it even led us to Angel too.
Shannon just manages to nod, sobbing like a baby. Bandit hugs her tightly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: It alright, Mom, you didn’t do that. None of that was your fault and I’m ok now. You can ask them here to test me right now if you want and I’ll show you that I haven’t done anything in a while now.
Shannon looks up into her daughter’s eyes.
Shannon Layton: You really mean that?
Bandit nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I do.
Shannon swallows hard and then hugs her daughter back.
Shannon Layton: I love you, Honey!
Bandit can’t help but smile in relief.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I love you too, Mom.
On-Camera
The camera opens upon Jackie “Bandit” Layton standing in front of a black banner with a white Shieldmaidens logo on it. Standing next to her is her teammate, Ophelia “Widow” Blaque-Donnely, both of them wearing almost matching outfits of black leather pants, black Shieldmaidens t-shirts and their black leather Shieldmaidens MC biker vests. The only difference in their attires is that Bandit’s t-shirt is completely untouched while Widow’s is slashed in a few places and the sleeves are strategically cut to look almost shredded without having been totally cut off. The two glare into the camera, Widow looking menacing while Bandit nods almost as if she’s acknowledging somebody else’s presence in the room.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Well, lookie here, Widow, Mile High Wrestling has decided to grace us with their presence.
Widow sneers.
Ophelia "Widow" Blaque-Donnely: How gracious of them…
Bandit shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Well, you knew they were gonna get here eventually to request we give them “promotional material” now that Azurine showed up and filed them while kind of being…
Widow shrugs as if the answer should be obvious.
Ophelia "Widow" Blaque-Donnely: A bitch?
Bandit frowns in apparent confusion.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Does that actually work for either her horse bit or the whole angel thing?
Widow just shoots her a look that’s somewhere between annoyance and amusement.
Ophelia "Widow" Blaque-Donnely: Do I care?
Bandit nods in acknowledgement, seeming to almost apologize for even bringing it up to Widow with just a look.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: No, I suppose you don’t.
Widow nods, again looking like that answer should have been a given.
Ophelia "Widow" Blaque-Donnely: Got that right!
Bandit shrugs and then nods to the camera.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You know what I find the most galling thing about you isn’t the way you try to play off the nasty stuff you say by acting as if you’re just being playful. It’s not even that you’re about to team with somebody you tried to actively insult a couple of weeks ago just for having a name you could easily make into a sex joke.
Widow shakes her head with obvious annoyance and impatience while Bandit shakes hers just to say she’s not done making her point yet.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: No, the most galling thing about you is how you talk about having an angel gimmick as if you’re admitting that everything about you is fake and that this is all just some big stupid game to you.
Widow laughs coldly, mirthlessly, as if it’s all she can do to not just go smash something right now and Bandit nods her acknowledgement.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I know, right?
She turns back to the camera and shakes her slightly again while Widow glares off into space, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So, what you’re saying is either that you’re insults are not to be taken at face value because you really don’t mean any of them or…
She nods as she pauses.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You do mean them but you don’t want to have to actually deal with any consequences for them so you come out and call yourself “adorkable” because then you can say whatever you damn well please and go, “Yuk, yuk, I was only kidding, y’all! Gosh, can’t you take a joke?”
Widow’s jaw clenches, her teeth grinding as she seethes in silence.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Well this…
Bandit motions between herself, the banner and Widow.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: This ain’t no gimmick. It’s who we are! Hell is empty and the Shieldmaidens are here isn’t just something that sounded like it was a cold-blooded thing to say before we iced a motherfucker…
She pauses and she turns to her partner.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And, no, Widow, that’s neither an invitation nor a suggested plan of attack for this...
Widow shakes her head, now even more annoyed.
Ophelia "Widow" Blaque-Donnely: Party pooper!
Bandit turns back to the camera while Widow throws the camera a look that says she’s contemplating other violent things she’d rather be doing at present.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: That statement is a motto for who we are. It’s a credo that tells everybody, starting with you two, that we mean to show everybody what the true meaning of hell on earth is!
Widow nods pointedly.
Ophelia "Widow" Blaque-Donnely: Preach!
Bandit has her right hand shoot out to stop any objections being put forth.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And I get it, Rose Colored Lasses, because Azurine and Anya, you like to look on the positive and see how the glass is at least half full, possibly more and I can respect that, especially with Anya, since that IS what you have always done. The problem comes from you, Azurine. Because, you see, your explanation to our VP about why you made the jokes you did about your own partner there says you automatically assume the worst of us so this whole power of positivity thing you’re trying to throw about with the name…
She shakes her head coldly, her hand falling away to its normal position.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: It’s just another “gimmick” that is no more real or true than the whole, “Aw, I didn’t mean it. I was only foolin’” bullshit! No amount of that is gonna help you when you get in the ring with us!
She nods to her partner.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Widow has never played light or nice and I don’t think she’s gonna start now.
Widow shakes her head in the negative.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: We’re coming to Rise In Phoenix and we’re gonna show what happens when you take off the glasses that make everything look like a sugar-coated wonderland instead of the arid wasteland the world really is and if we have to pry those world tag team championships from your cold, dead hands then so be it!
Widow smirks, suddenly rubbing her hands together in excited anticipation.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: The Shieldmaidens are here and we don’t do anything the easy way, we just do it bloody!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2018 6:49:20 GMT -6
6th July, 2018
15:11 PM
Malibu, California
Exact Location: At a malt shop Anya and Azurine are seen together at a malt shop. They're talking and discussing strategies for the upcoming tag team matches. Finally, Azurine asks Anya if they would be cheered by default or because of another reason. The Desert Rose opens her mouth to answer, only to be interrupted by her phone. A small smile crosses her face as she recognizes the number on the screen. "It's Anen - my brother. I need to take this." She then pushes down on the 'Call' button, placing her phone up to her ear. "Anen! Hey ... what's up?" The smile that had appeared quickly vanishes, replaced by an upset and distraught expression. "But ... we all got citizenship here. What do you mean 'deported'? They can't just do that!" Her fists clench - a rare display of anger from the normally calm and upbeat young lady - showing as she looks ready to burst into tears. "So ... what about you? Are in Aswan, or ... ??" Anya gets hastily up on her feet, beginning to collect her material possessions. She then urgently gestures for their waitress to arrive, points down to her meal, and mouths for her to come back with a box. "Okay .... okay. Wait there. I mean it, don't leave the room if you can help it. I'm coming over. Yeah. Yeah, I am. Do whatever you need to. Just stay safe. I can't lose all of you, last of all to some stupid government agency like ICE." Anya is practically jumping up and down - not in excitement, but anticipation. "Please hurry up, ma'am! hank you!" The Desert Rose begins quickly packing her food away, finally shooting an apologetic look to Azurine. "Please tell Ms. Star I had a family emergency and will be away for a bit. I need to go, but I promise, I will come to Denver for our fight. Until then ... be well." Despite still being in her side-job attire, she runs though the streets of Malibu - most definitely earning her share of catcalls and whistles all the while - while using her phone to book a ticket to Las Vegas.
9th July, 2018
13:26 PM
Denver, Colorado
Exact Location: Undisclosed hotel room "I'm not going to make excuses. No point in doing that, nor would you want them, I doubt. Shieldmaidens ... you say we're too 'nice'? Please ... amuse me for a moment. Out of the ring, yes, we're 'nice'. But when are we this way in the ring?" The Desert Rose is clad in a bathrobe. Her hair is mostly dry, though slightly messy, as it hasn't been brushed out yet. A stern yet still gentle look is seen as Anya moves her head from side to side. "'Nice' is the last thing either of us are. Goodness, go back to when I fought Miss Falls. She even screamed at me for being mean when I applied submission moves on her. Trust me, we're not going to enter the ring and be 'nice', nor 'easy' to fight against. We have full intentions of facing you both head on. You're so focused on Azurine and things she's said or done in the past. That is a grave mistake to make; that I can promise you. Whatever has happened in the past ... has already occurred. Is there truly a point in dwelling on such things?
"I've never thought so but, alas, I'm neither of you. Now then ... " Reaching over, Anya grabs a brush and starts working on brushing her hair out. "Me and Azurine didn't only become a team due to our previous history with your group. It helped, most definitely. But there's more to us than just that. We compliment each other - as Widow and Bandit probably do also. We have diversity in our moves, our techniques. And yes, you all have the same advantages Streetz possessed against myself and Candi. Especially more experience being around one another together. This is where the other factors kick in, such as adaptability, will, a desire to not only fight but win will come into play." A slight wince passes Anya's lips as her brush finds a particularly stubborn tangle. "Your group has certainly been successful, particularly as a whole in Mile High. There's a lot on the line, and it isn't simply the gold we're aiming for. Pride. Normally something deemed a Sin - of the Seven Deadly ones, in fact. But tomorrow night? I'm going to embrace it tightly, like one would do so to a loved one. And I will use my pride to overcome and defy the odds.
"Yes, I've had a harsh few matches. I'm not going to deny that. However, especially against Skrabz, the losses did not come easily. Hence why Skrabz gave me the respect I earned." Anya pauses, setting the brush down beside her. She then clasps her hands together, taking a calming, deep breath. "In order to truly succeed at anything in life, we must first experience failure. As far as in the ring goes? You, Shieldmaidens, have yet to do that as a team. Me and Azurine have already tasted defeat at least once here, and come out of these experiences as humbled women. Loss - at least applied inside of the ring - is something you also don't know. That ... will be fixed." A small smile crosses the Desert Rose's lips as she continues. "I didn't immediately understand it when I faced Bullet alone. She said the Bennu didn't need to rise when we met. Now, I see it. The Bennu will revive tomorrow. What more perfect timing for such a mythical creature to return to the mortal realm than during an event listing its kin in the name?
"Our afterlife - better known as the Duat - is always empty. It is, anyway, for those who have gravely sinned. My move, Ammit's Meal, is not simply a fancy name for a technique. It links to my ancestors and their beliefs. When your heart is weighed, if it is deemed to be too heavy, the goddess Ammit comes and devours your soul. Any chance of reincarnation or redemption in any form or fashion .... gone.
"Tomorrow, with her blessings and consent, I will take up the role of Ammit. The belts being gone and out of your reach will be the last of your worries for things that will be permanently gone; that I can promise you. Until we meet, I'm not worried if your Hell remains empty. It needs to be void of you two, at the very least, in order for me to follow through with my vows, after all." Anya gives a quick nod, untangling her hands before placing them on the sash holding the robe together. Before she can pull and cause the robe to open, the camera cuts out.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2018 14:16:30 GMT -6
††† Parental and NSFW Advisory †††
††† Scenes will contain Violence of a graphic nature, Foul Language and Adult Content. †††
††† You've been warned. †††
-- Five Years Ago --
“Are you sure this is what you want to do, Amoureux?”
The much older woman asked. Ophelia, who was sitting beside the bed in which the older woman was laying, looked up to her, inhaled deeply and released a heavy sigh.
“I don’t have much of a choice, Grand-mère. I’ve already accepted the offer. It’s the only way I’ve been taken seriously in this job. I’ll have access to resources I’ve never had access to before.”
She frowned and looked down. The woman, now known to be Ophelia’s grandmother, lifted a hand and placed if on the top of Ophelia’s head.
“You are one of the best in your field, Cher. Admittedly, you are not given the respect you deserve. You have put your best out there and, perhaps this Delta person was right, you have been taken advantage of because you are young and female. And, it’s quite obvious, this Delta sees in you what I’ve seen since your father got you into this business. Like he said, Mon Chere, you one of the top three assassins in the world. THAT, Ma Belle Fille, speaks for itself.”
Ophelia raises her head and looks to her grandmother, smiling. When she needed to work through things, she had always went to her grandmother.
“He also says that I’ll have access to medical assistance. That means that I can get doctors in here to help you. And twenty-four hour care for when I’m not here. Nurses who can come and help you. I don’t like leaving you here, Grandmere’. You know this. This is why I’m so hesitant to take certain jobs. I’m….”
She couldn’t finish that sentence. Tears began to well up in her eyes. And, once again, her grandmother was the only one who could comfort her.
“You’re scared. I know, Amoureux. But, contrary to popular belief, I am not immortal. I will die someday, Ma Petite Cherie. But, until that day, I will be here. Waiting for you to come home to me. I will entertain your doctors and nurses. But I will not stop working. Even if it’s from this Gods Forsaken bed.”
Through the tears, Ophelia couldn’t help but to laugh.
“Ever the workhorse, Grandmere.”
Ophelia stood up, leaned over and kissed her grandmother’s forehead.
“Je T’aime, Grandmere.”
The old woman lifted a hand up and tiredly patted Ophelia’s face softly.
“I love you, too, Ma Fille. Now go. This old woman needs to rest.”
Ophelia gave one last kiss to her grandmother and headed out of the room.
As she made her way outside, her phone rang. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled it out and seen that it was from an “Unknown” caller. Laughing a bit, while she shook her head, she answered.
“I was just about to call you.”
“Good. Now that you’ve had time to see your grandmother before heading out, I expect that you’ll be heading out to complete your assignment.”
She nodded though he could not see her.
“Oui. I will be heading out here in fifteen minutes.”
“Parfait.”
And then the line disconnected. As she tucked her phone back into her pocket, she shook her head.
“I hope you know what you’re doing.”
She said to herself as she turned to head back inside to bid her grandmother farewell and grab her bag.
She never took much with her in way of what clothes or ‘toys’ she’d need for an assignment. She preferred to get whatever she needed when she reached her destination. And this job was no different.
She headed upstairs and into her room. Seeing the pack on the bed, she moved over to pick it up by the straps. Pausing a moment to look around, she had the distinct feeling that when she returned, things were never going to be the same.
She pulled her phone out and dialed a number that would put her in contact with her contact within Ares.
“This is Widow. I need medical for Adalicia Charlotte Blaque.”
She spent the next few minutes giving permissions and access to her grandmother’s medical records. Once all information and permissions were given, the woman on the other end confirmed that a doctor would be there within the hour. And then the woman wished Ophelia good luck on her mission.
Once that was done, she headed out. Only pausing a moment on the back steps to look back to the house and frowning slightly. She knew that when she returned… Everything would be different.
Case File: NO07.10-01 Open
“What are rituals?”
“I’ve come to learn that rituals are treated very similarly to masturbation in society. It’s something everyone does, whether they like to admit it or not, we’re told the be ashamed of their practice, but they both make us feel good. Rituals are a very personal thing, and seldom understood writ large. If you’re out with people and you tell them you did a ritual earlier that day, odds are you’ll be met with the same response as if you told them you jerked off that morning.”
“The truth is, that all of human life is made of rituals.”
“Mere mention of the word generally conjures images of occult symbols painted on the walls of decrepit basements, animal sacrifice and chanting that reverberates off the walls of horror film scenery and news headlines that assault the American imagination. However, rituals are a universal feature of human cognitive function and social structure. It’s time we reevaluate what the meaning of a ritual is, and recognize the, dare I say, benefits of doing such things."
The scene opens up to a woman and man, both hooded, standing in front of an alter. Both holding blood daggers as they each glance to the sides of them to two woman laying on slabs of concrete. Neither of the women were moving so it was hard to tell whether they are alive… Or not.
The hooded woman turns back to the camera.
“Rituals have a strange role in my life. Coming from an academic background, the definition is ingrained in my mind. The formal definition in that is:
Rituals are actions with intentional symbolic meaning undertaken for a specific cultural purpose, such as a rite of passage from childhood to adulthood and may reinforce broader community social bond, as in a wedding. They are used to reinforce social bonds and structure.”
The pair both lift their hands up and remove their hoods. The woman is revealed to be Ophelia “Widow” Blaque-Donnely. The man is revealed to be that of her husband, Noah Donnely.
“Writing and performing rituals has become a foundational and therapeutic practice for me. For the last few years I’ve found myself straddling a line between scientific objectivism and emotional catharsis with the subject.”
“Rituals are repeated human actions to fulfill, reinforce and maintain a part of the human function and experience.”
Ophelia turns back to the altar, as does Noah, and they both place the tips of the daggers into their chalices and Ophelia begins to chant in a language that isn’t known to anyone watching, but her.
They both raise their daggers from the chalices and move back over to the two women. Each reaching out to cut the ties that bound the women. Both of which sit up and turn around to hug them.
They each hug back and with a kiss to each, bid them farewell before returning to stand before the altar.
“Underestimate me. I beg you. Please. Because when you underestimate me, or think me a weak link, you’re opening yourself up to something you’ve never truly experienced.”
“Pain.”
Noah then moves to stand behind his wife.
“Azurine. I will not sit here and say that you are a sinner. We all sin in one fashion or another. Even Lucifer sinned. His sin? Pride. In the infamous revolt of the angels, Lucifer was, of the angels created by God, said to be the most perfect, powerful and intelligent. God essentially created these angels to be hit men -- immediately sending them off on quests to murder people who challenged him.”
“You claim the gimmick is that you are an angel. So, how are you any different than the angels of God? You are arrogant. You are brash. And, with your gimmick, you are showing that you are no better than the angels that followed God’s word and commands. You think you are above that of the rest of us.”
“You think that you are in a position to judge others for their sins. When, in reality, you are far from being in that position. There are things in this life that I’d never, ever, lower myself to… And the fetish play you do? Not one of them.”
“Now, I get that people have weird fetishes that they use to get themselves off. Feet; silk stockings and the like. But horse play? I’ll never understand that. Why does anyone find that being a horse is sexy?”
“Ritual. Plain and simple. It’s the ritual of the thing. The ritual of pleasure and, let’s face it, pain. Cause anyone who can wear that get-up can not be comfortable.”
She waved it off by shaking her head.
“And then there is ‘The Desert Rose’, Anya.”
“You understand the need and desire for rituals. You appreciate them. You grew up in using them in your everyday life. That much is easy to tell. You have respect for your Gods. And, from my observation, you respect other people’s beliefs. In that, I have the utmost respect for you.”
“However, you, too, stand in the pool of Sin. Both of you with your Pride.”
“You, unlike your partner, see Jackie and I as a force to be reckoned with. And you wouldn’t be wrong. We are. But, you are prideful in your arrogance. You state that you are going to be taking on the role of a Goddess in our match tonight. That’s your pride talking, Amoureux. You are proud in that you believe that your Goddess will choose you to be her avatar here on this Earthly realm.”
Once she and Noah closed the ritual, they both headed out of the room and over to where Jackie was waiting. Ophelia removed her robe and laid it on one of the chairs before her. As did Noah. She then looked to the woman who was her tag team partner and grinned as she turned back to the camera.
“There is a reason that Jackie and I were chosen to battle for the tag team titles… And Anya has the right of it.”
“It’s because Jackie and I work flawlessly together.”
“So, Azurine… Anya… Please… Underestimate us. Think and believe that you have an advantage over us. Believe that you will divide and conquer us. And yes, believe that I am the weak link.”
“You see, Jackie didn’t get ‘saddled’ with me out of necessity. And yes, pun fully intended. Jackie and I were partnered together because she and I work together in ways neither of you will understand.”
“Earlier, I spoke of rituals and the need for them. That is what this show is, isn’t it? Rise in Phoenix. It’s a ritual. And the battles in the ring are the dances in which we use to make our chosen deity look upon us with favor. Hoping they bestow upon us a boon for our fervent belief and worship of them.”
“We all have our rituals. Especially before a match. Some pray. Others meditate. Some smoke a cigar or even have that one shot of whiskey to calm their nerves. But we all have them. They are ingrained in us from the time we’re little kids.”
“And come tonight.. You will see the results of the ritual of The Shieldmaidens.”
“Hell is empty, Ladies; And you’ll wish the Maidens weren’t here.”
Case File: NO07.10-01 Closed
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Post by azurinevebbins on Jul 10, 2018 19:53:07 GMT -6
Dancin’ In Circles And Talkin’ Like Squares
[Upon receiving word she could release a second video of promotional material, “The Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins scrambles out a response based on Layton and Blaque’s remarks. She’s dressed to the elevens in an Artic Periwinkle Short Sleeve Stretch Polo Dress and a pair of Angel Flex Periwinkle Patent Carol Pumps. Some might even claim Vebbins is as breathtaking as da skies above in this particular ensemble. Turning on the Camerasphere VRD App on her Phoneme Whippersnapper, she performs a trademark exhalation prior to recording.]Azurine Vebbins: Well, folk, seems da opponents I square off wid tomorrow wholeheartedly believe I’m a bleep. Prefer not to say da actual word ’cause families may be viewin’ dis particular promotional material. However, I would kindly advise dem not to view our sanctioned contest since da time’s drawin’ near when Anya and I break our fair share of someone else’s bones. And it’s clear from your retorts, molls, dat you two chitchat in catchphrases, too. It’s part of your harsh one’s mellow sass, oeuvre, or some-din’ from da local vernacular...wheelhouse. Feelin’ da need to slightly expound on Ophelia’s claim she made durin’ her verbal sparrin’. Does yours truly “Da Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins believe herself to be greater dan da Shieldmaidens? Yes. Why? Well, view upon my vivacious visage and you’ll recognize in dis morality play we’ll be exhibitin’ tomorrow...Anya and I are da good girls since we have da babyfaces. Conversely, Jackie and Ophelia you are what we refer to in dis business as da heels. Generally, provided da chanters don’t turn our dance floor topsy-turvy...good more often dan not should triumph over evil. Now, granted, “Da Desert Rose” and I tend to waltz ’round in heels more often dan you, but it’s a figure of speech. In fact, we are livin’ embodiments of such figures since let’s cut to da chase...it’s our grapplin’ dat will be doin’ da real talkin’. And wheder you infer dat “Da Damsel in Dat Dress” is an unreliable narrator or not, deyr’s one variable you yourselves are ignorin’. Dis variable is what happens when she two-steps into dat rin’. Her actions are legitimate and she holds no-din’ back. Fought a woman I considered a blestie in back-to-back ballyhooed bouts. First match she won. Second I walked out wid my hand raised. When or if Samanda Hamilton and I clash again, da proverbial rubber will meet da road den. But I honestly foxtrottin’ fought da most brutal ballets of my career da past couple of weeks. Last week you weren’t grapplin’ Layton and Blaque...you were playin’ second fiddle to Robi Jean Mitchell. Same tune, different dance. In fact, you’re dancin’ in circles and talkin’ like squares. Da week prior at Mile High Wrestlin’ Episode Seven... Ophelia capitalized on an injured Issac Combes while you two stomped on Emily Falls later in da proceedin’s and attacked Candi Bratton in a manner similar to a pack of jackals. Was organized gang warfare, ill reputes, pure and bloody simple. But dat’s da reality you surround yourselves, isn’t it? Dat’s what drives you to succeed...actin’ tough when din’s aren’t on da level. Amazin’ly, neider of you feel you are gimmicks, characters, or any-din’ of da sort. Nope. You’re just a couple of one-dimensional torque wrenches wantin’ to jam up da gears of Mile High Wrestlin’. After all, if you have no gimmick, no character, or any-din’ of da sort, den what differentiates you from any oder hellacious hipped hood? Sincerely I apologize for burstin’ dat bubble, but it’s better to be pricked from some-din’ fantastical dan meander in da mundane muck you’re trudgin’ ’round in. Dis sense of da fantastical, dough, where did it manifest wid-in people like Anya and myself? It’s as “Da Desert Rose” eloquently explained...she and I have been humbled. And tomorrow night, we intend to perform a sacred rite...removin’ any and all ruminations of runnin’ roughshod over da likes of us. But as you clin’ and cleave to da misguided knowledge dat da Rose Colored Lasses underestimate you, I behoove you to still consider me as a glorified gimmick. We don’t underestimate you, Anya and I were merely providin’ our exact estimations. And believe you me, dat’s all anyone can do ‘til da music stops via da timekeeper’s rin’ bell. [Our scene ends with “The Adorkable Angel” turning off her Camerasphere VRD and hastily heading to her scheduled late-night activity. She breathes a sigh of relief upon completion of her second promotional material.] |
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Post by Bandit on Jul 10, 2018 20:20:20 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Stepping outside into the sunshine, Jackie “Bandit” Layton looks around taking in the pretty day. It was likely to be the last of it’s kind for a good little bit as the forecast called for rain of some sort every day for at least the next seven so Bandit was making the most of this by wearing a plain white t-shirt, cut-off jeans and flip flops and letting her long blonde hair flutter in the breeze. Looking around, she sees the two-man crew working on their lawn and nods. The younger man, the one with the relatively shorter greyish hair, grey goatee and dressed in cowboy boots, overalls, a red t-shirt and a straw hat is finishing up with the edger near the end of the driveway while the elder, dressed identically only with a longer beard that makes him resemble ZZ Top’s grandfather, pulls the riding mower onto the trailer attached to their beat-up black Chevy S-10 pickup truck. The two men were brothers, Otis “Junior” Dallas and Clarence “Dude” Dallas, Junior being the elder. The brothers finish putting their stuff away and then walk back over to Bandit to settle up the day’s work.
Clarence "Dude" Dallas: Alrighty, Miss Jackie...
Junior produces the checklist and bill and starts going down the list.
Otis "Junior" Dallas: We mowed y’all’s grass, trimmed the bushes up, got the weed eater a runnin’ good and got right up to the trees y’all planted.
Dude nods happily.
Clarence "Dude" Dallas: Got that one nest off the side of the house.
Junior grimaces at the thought.
Otis "Junior" Dallas: Nasty little buggers, weren’t they?
Dude nods his agreement.
Clarence "Dude" Dallas: Flyin’ angry daggers, them damn wasps! Was right up on the soffit, Got it before it got too big, thank God, or them little bastards would have been an unholy terror to deal with later!
Junior nods, his eyes going wide.
Otis "Junior" Dallas: Yeah like that big sumbitch we saw in Miss Sally’s bush that had done taken over the whole picker bush.
Dude shakes his head in disbelief.
Clarence "Dude" Dallas: That was a big bush too!
Bandit shakes her head in disgust.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Ew… those are never fun at all. Thank you for taking care of that, I’m sure Alé will be pleased to hear they’re gone.
Dude and Junior nod in unison, quite pleased to have helped these people while they were at it. Junior holds the bill out to Bandit and she starts scanning it before she signs on the dotted line. Junior tears away her copy and slips theirs into his oversized pocket.
Otis "Junior" Dallas: Is y’all really fighters?
Bandit nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yes we are, Mile High Wrestling. We go up there with RJ and Widow. RJ and Alé are the singles fighters right now and Widow and I are the tag team.
Dude and Junior both nod, visibly impressed.
Clarence "Dude" Dallas: I hear ya, I hear ya…
Junior nods to his brother.
Otis "Junior" Dallas: I remember when Daddy was paintin’ that guy’s house, what was his name?
Dude frowns in confusion.
Clarence "Dude" Dallas: Which one?
Junior nods repeatedly, trying to come up with the name that is apparently not forthcoming in his brain.
Otis "Junior" Dallas: That fighter boy, done wear them big fancy robes all the time and had a habit of flashin’ hisself all over the bar every night!
Dude nods, understanding flooding over him.
Clarence "Dude" Dallas: Iron MIke DeGrassi?
Junior shakes his head.
Otis "Junior" Dallas: No, no, his dang partner!
Dude nods again.
Clarence "Dude" Dallas: Oh, right! Nature Boy Reggie Danger!
Junior’s eyes go wide!
Otis "Junior" Dallas: Heeeeyelll yeah! THE NAY-TURE BOY REG DAYN-GER!!!!
Bandit nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You guys painted their houses?
Junior shakes his head.
Otis "Junior" Dallas: Naw, Daddy did. We just got to see them at the bar sometimes.
Dude nods.
Clarence "Dude" Dallas: Them was some incredible parties and they didn’t even have drugs or nothin’!
Junior nods his agreement.
Otis "Junior" Dallas: Just a whole lotta drankin’ and lots of them hot girls around.
He pauses and then the two look bandit in the eyes.
Otis "Junior" Dallas: Is y’all like, lesbeeners?
Bandit cocks her head.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I’m sorry?
Junior nods, the smile on his face gone.
Otis "Junior" Dallas: Is y’all lesbeeners?
Bandit takes in the question and then nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: If you mean are Alé and I together, then yes, we are.
Dude frowns in confusion.
Clarence "Dude" Dallas: Then how come y’all ain’t the tag team? Would seem to reason y’all would work great together with that kind of close relationship.
Bandit shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Widow and I seemed to be the logical choices for the team. Widow needed somebody to keep her within the rules sometimes cause she likes blood and violence and the like.
Dude and Junior both understandingly.
Clarence "Dude" Dallas: I hear ye, I hear ya…
Junior’s frown returns.
Otis "Junior" Dallas: What about you?
Bandit shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I like to fly, hit and run, so to speak, so I seem to work better when I’ve got somebody to work off of. And since Widow kinda needed somebody to be her brake…
Again, Dude and Junior nod understandingly.
Clarence "Dude" Dallas: I hear ya, I hear ya…
They pause for a second before Dude nods again.
Clarence "Dude" Dallas: Y’all do good then as a team?
Bandit smiles knowingly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: We’re about to wrestle for the championships against a team called Rose Colored Lasses.
Junior frowns.
Otis "Junior" Dallas: They lesbeeners too?
Bandit shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I don’t know. I know they’re friends, they like to look like they’re having fun. What they do in their spare time with people in that manner, doesn’t matter to me.
Yet again, Dude and Junior nod understandingly.
Clarence "Dude" Dallas: I hear ya, I hear ya…
Junior nods and then slaps his brother with the back of his hand on Dude’s right arm.
Otis "Junior" Dallas: Hey, ain’t that Widow girl the the one what look all dark-like and have all them pieces if shrapnel in her face?
Dude is caught dumbfounded.
Clarence "Dude" Dallas: Uhhhh…
Bandit nods before he can answer his brother.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: She’s the goth with piercings, yes.
Junior nods.
Otis "Junior" Dallas: She really a Satanist?
Dude’s jaw drops.
Clarence "Dude" Dallas: Now why y’all go an’ ask a fool thing like that, Junior?
Junior shrugs.
Otis "Junior" Dallas: It’s just what I heard is all.
Bandit nods again, annoyance building up slightly thought she’s doing her damndest to keep it hidden.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yes.
Dude and Junior both turn to look at her, both seemingly caught off-guard.
Otis "Junior" Dallas: I’m sorry?
Bandit nods again, this time more forcefully.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yes, she’s a practicing Satanist.
Dude and Junior both stand there staring at her as if she just sprouted three more heads and started spitting a different substance out of each of them.
Clarence "Dude" Dallas: She is?
Bandit nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yes, she is.
Junior nods to Bandit.
Otis "Junior" Dallas: Is you too?
Bandit shakes her head.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Catholic, just like Alé and Angel.
Dude nods.
Clarence "Dude" Dallas: I hear ya, I hear ya…
Junior frowns, his confusion now at peak levels.
Otis "Junior" Dallas: So, she’s a Satanist and y’all Catholic?
Bandit nods, waiting for the obvious question now. Junior turns to his brother and then back to Bandit.
Otis "Junior" Dallas: How in the hell can you team up with a Satanist?
Bandit just stares back.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I’m sorry?
Junior stares back.
Otis "Junior" Dallas: How can you, in good conscience, team with an open Satanist?
Bandit shrugs as if the question is the single dumbest thing she has ever heard in her entire life.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Same way I can ride with her. Same way I can ride with RJ, who’s basically an atheist. Same way I could ride with anyone else who happens to go to church somewhere I don’t. She’s my damn sister and what do I care what she does behind closed doors? It’s not like she demanding i do it with her and it’s not like she’s looking at us and demanding we sacrifice puppies or drink snake blood or worship a goat with really big horns. What she does at her church is up to her, it has nothing to do with me, same as every other church around here that I don’t go to.
Dude nods while Junior stands there dumbfounded.
Clarence "Dude" Dallas: I hear ya, I hear ya…
He taps his brother on the arm.
Clarence "Dude" Dallas: Come on, Junior, we got us another job to go roll up on. Thank you for your business, Miss Jackie, we’ll be back next week.
He pulls on Junior’s arm and leads him away as Bandit just shakes her head for a second before heading back into the house.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Man… sometimes, I really hate the South...
On-Camera
The camera opens upon Jackie “Bandit” Layton and Ophelia “Widow” Blaque-Donnely standing in the Warehouse before their black banner with white Shieldmaidens’ logo lettering on it. Both are once again wearing matching outfits of of black leather pants, black Shieldmaidens t-shirts and their black leather Shieldmaidens MC biker vests. Once again, the only difference in their attires is that Bandit’s t-shirt is completely untouched while Widow’s is slashed in a few places and the sleeves are strategically cut to look almost shredded without having been totally cut off. The two glare into the camera, Widow looking menacing while Bandit looks like she’s trying to decide exactly how she really feels about things.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So… Anya says we’re not supposed to talk about the past… or what was said… while talking about the past and what was said…
Widow barely shakes her head, disgust seemingly written on both faces.
Ophelia "Widow" Blaque-Donnely: Was kind of rich of her, wasn’t it?
Bandit nods her agreement.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So you can tell me what I can and can’t talk about now?
Cocking her head, bandit stares into the camera in disbelief, seemingly demanding an answer she knows is never coming while Widow stands behind her just looking annoyed at the very idea.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So, what exactly AM I allowed to talk about then? Am i just supposed to do a damn weather report?
Widow shakes her head.
Ophelia "Widow" Blaque-Donnely: Riveting…
Bandit nods, places her left hand against her ear while pantomiming holding a microphone in her right hand, turning to face her partner.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Well, Widow, it’s hell hinge hot out there today in Phoenix, though I think it’s only the Fourth Circle today because of the monsoon and dust storm yesterday that tried to black out the sun.
Her hands drop as Bandit turns back to the camera.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And all of that right before you go from one mythical creature to calling yourself a damn goddess, and not just any goddess, but the Soul-Eater!
She pauses, leaning back in shocked disbelief as Widow just shakes her head, crossing her arms across her chest.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What, did you look outside yesterday and decided it looked so much like one of those Ten Commandments type movies that it reminded you of that and here we are?
Bandit pauses to turn momentarily to Widow.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I guess it did look like the act of a god or something when the town is covered by a storm and then has the dirt itself attack the place.
Bandit leans in to nod for emphasis.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: The fucking dirt!
Leaning back out, Bandit stares forward, her eyes narrowing in thought.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I swear, if I didn’t know better I’d think Azurine was rubbing of on you and that stuff was you seeing that “act of God” stuff yesterday and deciding to try and take the piss on my partner because of her religious beliefs.
Once again, she looks to Widow.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: As for you being nice, or too nice even…
Widow snickers as Bandit turns back to the camera.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I don’t think either one of you really IS nice. I think you like to act like you’re nice but it’s actually a front so you can be an asshole about something and then play it off, you know, the way Azurine always talks about her gimmick…
She raises her hands, to mockingly beg off the obviously coming onslaught of outrage.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Oh, wait, I’m sorry, I’m not allowed to talk about that am I?
Widow shrugs.
Ophelia "Widow" Blaque-Donnely: Who cares?
Bandit glares into the camera.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: How do you tell me not to talk about the past and then babble about Streetz?
Widow snickers cruelly again.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I mean, really?
Widow manages a small, curt nod.
Ophelia "Widow" Blaque-Donnely: Talk about history…
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I don’t care what you believe in because in the end, it won’t matter what anybody believes in because in matches, God, no matter what name you give, is not on anyone’s side! Never was, never will be and I’m sorry to break it to you, but you are not any permutation of that yourselves.
Widow nods pointedly.
Ophelia "Widow" Blaque-Donnely: Damn right!
Bandit holds out one hand to stop the reaction she knows is coming.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Now, don’t get me wrong, just because you are not gods, does not mean you aren’t good wrestlers because you are and I get it, you’re friends now.
Both Shieldmaidens give a congratulatory golf clap
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Good for you, I’m happy you’ve found somebody else to share with. Everybody can use somebody like that in their lives even if what you’re sharing is basically the ability to fake being what everybody in society says you are supposed to be. You are not better people than us just because you’re willing to joke on each other’s names and then excuse it. Hey, you don’t wanna take offense, cool for you.
Widow slowly claps again, getting in two impacts before crossing her arms again.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: But we…
Bandit motions between herself and her partner.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: We’re sick of this lie that’s being put out there that we must be horrible people and therefore it’s safe to assume we’re going to do all the terrible things you can think of and thus it’s ok to do things to head those off whether we ever gave any hint of doing it. Rise in Phoenix, it’s gonna be hotter than hell, and that’s before we ride in, douse the flames of the firebird, clip the wings of the angel and make the soul eater eat her own damn words! The Shieldmaidens are here to ride through and if you already are so convinced that we can’t rise up to meet your challenge, we have no trouble showing you that you never got off the damn ground in the first place and grinding you down into the dirt where you obviously think we belong!
Bandit crosses her arms just like her partner.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yesterday, the dirt was flying so high and so thick, you couldn’t see the town anymore and at Rise In Phoenix, you better hope whatever god you believe in doesn’t make it rain dirt again because the Shieldmaidens don’t mind getting dirty and we damn sure don’t mind making you wallow in it with us!
Widow shrugs, smirking coldly.
Ophelia "Widow" Blaque-Donnely: Time to get dirty...
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