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Post by Admin on Jul 18, 2018 11:53:24 GMT -6
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Post by Skrabz on Jul 31, 2018 18:41:30 GMT -6
*LEAKED* *EXCLUSIVE* SKRABAL STANZAS STUDIO FOOTAGE (*NOT CLICK BAIT*)Location: London, England
Date of recording: Unkown July 2018
Video leaked: 25th July 2018The shaky phone camera footage opens with a blurred shot of a white ceiling. As the phone is swung down the image shows a small smoke filled room crowded out with at least a dozen noisy people. The picture swings back up slightly and, peering over the shoulder of a large dread-locked man, focuses in on a microphone that stands at the front of the room. The chatting and laughing fades out as the instrumental to Black Helicopters begins to play. From somewhere in the crowd Skrabal Stanzas approaches the microphone and adjusts it's height to suit him. He pulls the hood of his Toll Gang hoody up over head and stands looking at the flood, nodding his head in time to the beat. When the instrumental reaches twenty seconds played he starts to rap. The video ends abruptly as the beat hits three minutes and sixteen seconds.
Live on Beer, Rap & Wrestling
Location: Beer, Rap & Wrestling studio, London, England.
Date: 27th July 2018
Time: 10:00PMChris: Hello ladies and gentleman this is Chris Grant live on air for Beer, Rap and Wrestling and I've got a real treat for you listeners tonight. I'm joined here in the studio by a friend of the show and a personal friend of amine. A man who we've had a few times recently already long distance but tonight, live in the studio, it is my great pleasure to introduce to you a man who has a cult a following in the UK Hip Hop scene, he is a Toll Gang member and he is the current Mile High Wrestling Champion... he is non-other than Skrabal Stanzas. Skrabz, welcome back to the show and welcome to the BRW studio. Skrabz: Fam I ain't even know what to say, man is humble by that introduction for real. I swear down every time a come on the show the intro gets more and more hype blad. Chris: We thank you for being here Skrabz an... Skrabz: Man ain't gonna go nowhere else fam, never. We been tight from day, back when no one else was rating Toll you man here were down. So I'm a stay down with you, standard. Chris: It's appreciated. Now, before we get in to the meat and bones of the interview I just want to take a second to congratulate you on your title victory back at The Rise In Phoenix pay per view. Skrabz: Thank you brother. Chris: How did it feel to finally get your hands on the title ? Skrabz: I can't really say how good it felt man, it weren't jus' about havin' the strap either. Chris you know I been doin' this ting for a while now, started out jus' over four years ago and got nowhere coz everywhere I went people told me "nah". I sent a tape to Mile High, spat some bars as an intro then turned up and backed my words and the next ting ya-nah the bossman puttin' me on. Then those same ol' voices of doubt come out, "nah he ain't the one", all that gas. So when I caught that captial dub and snatched that strap it felt real fuckin' good to shut up everyone who ever said I ain't do it. Chris: There were a lot of objections to you receiving a title match at first. The main point of contention being that you were an unknown entity in the States, and to be fair, in the wrestling world in general. Skrabz: It's a fair point bredrin. On the real, man wasn't really well known. But ya-nah as the time went by they all started to see it, as I went through them one after the after catchin' dubs and buildin' the rep I knew a would they all start seein' the ting from my point of view. Man red pilled them and suddenly they switch up and start sayin' I'm the one on some matrix shit. If ya ask me it's jus' a shame I had to leave the UK to finally prove myself in the ring. Chris: Speaking of you leaving the UK, you weren't the only ex-pat representing the UK at The Rise In Phoneix as we saw Lance Mikes and Tyke Index, haling from Manchester and Glasgow on the card too, was it in any way beneficial having those two around you, what with their extensive experience working in America and with you all hailing from roughly the same place? Skrabz: Fam I ain't from the same place as them. And was it beneficial? What to me? Nah blud, the only people who benefit from Lance Mikes and Tyke Index bein' involved with Mile High Wrestling is Lance Mikes and Tyke Index. I ain't gonna get in to Lance Mikes coz man has made my feelings on him clear in the past if ya been payin' attention but as far Tyke Index goes... shit fam I ain't impressed. Yeah the man has a rep out there, in them HCW ends, he got some miles on the clock and multiple title reigns but what happen? He step in to Mile High and come up short, put another L on my record in the process. See he seen man like Skrabz out there takin' liberties, chirpsin' gyal mid-match and still catching dubs at the same time and he wanna come in on the same tip, tryina get RJ tingling for him but it ain't work out for him like it do me and man like Forge take him out. Chris: Skrabz, it's interesting situation with you and Trenton Forge Mitchell. You've met in the ring on a multiple occasions now, in fact you've been in the ring with him more than you have anyone else in Mile High and as yet, I think it would be fair to say, there hasn't really been a solid conclusion to the issues between you. Do you think you'll meet him again in the ring at some point? Skrabz: Without a doubt brudda. Man like Skrabz stay true to his word fam, I ain't say suttin' if I ain't mean it and I said back on the last show that Forge coulda been the next in line for a shot at my title. He ain't fuck around and I got the scars to prove it fam, ya seen my face innit? That was him and he ain't stop boastin' about it a day since. But ya-nah before he really step up to that title work level he need to drop the whole twitter beef bullshit fam, I said it time and again but there too many of these man poppin' off at the fingers and gettin' side tracked from what matter. How he let a lil' new man like Tyke Index get under his skin I ain't even understand to be real witchu. Chris: Now, you've just spoke pretty highly of Forge there, and you've done the same in the past too but he has gone on record, more than once, to express the fact that he doesn't like or respect you. Skrabz: Yeah that's a true story, I ain't like or respect him either though really. But I done said before I respect two tings, fightin' and spittin' and man like Forge handle himself in a fight, a man have to stay real to himself fam I can't deny facts. Chris: But at the same time you have spoke quite disparagingly of a man who many people, myself included, would consider to be a legend in Tyke Index. Skrabz: Yeah the brudda's a fuckin' idiot if ya ask me, besides the fact he cost me a dub he the kinda dude to raid a hospital, of all places fam, a fuckin' hospital, for weed... in a country with legal weed. Are you dizzy blud? Like I ain't nah if you aware fam but you can walk in to a shop, a fuckin' shop in Denver, and buy whatever ya want. Flowers, wax, hash, edibles... the shit's unreal bredrin'... but I guess it too easy for Tyke or suttin' I ain't really know. Chris: That's allegedly of course. So, moving on before we potentially incriminate anyone else, you mentioned a moment ago that you dropped Forge's name on the tenth and final episode of Mile High Wrestling as someone you felt could challenge for the Mile High Championship. You also mentioned the former champion, Candi Bratton, as well as the woman you would team up with later that night, "The Adorkable Angel"Azzurine Vebbins and, surprisingly you spoke of a new comer in Solomon Cain. What can you tell me about that? Skrabz: Ya-nah I'm reminded of what Samantha Hamilton done said in the past about how this business work and I jus' figure that considerin' how Candi the former champ she be entitled to a shot at gettin' it back but she got a lil' ting with Lance Mikes or suttin', I ain't really know. That Solomon Cain bredrin seem the kinda brudda who jus' try and take whatever he want whenever he want and I was meanin' that it wouldn't surprise me if tried his luck. As far as Azzurine I guess I ain't the only who think like that coz she gone got herself a number one contenders match again't RJ Mitchell. But let me make one ting real clear right now, I say all this about them who might be in line for a shot coz it gotta be someone right? But to be real withuu it I ain't plannin' on lettin' this strap go nowhere with nobody. Chris: It was of course Mrs Mitchell who came out, backed by her Shield Maidens, on the last show and stated her intention to challenge you for the Mile High Wrestling Championship. What did you think about that? Skrabz: Ya-nah fam I think the five key words there are "backed by her Shield Maidens". She ain't come out alone and do it nah, she need back up. How she gone challenge me one on one when she ain't even face me one on one? Ya ain't never seen me out there with no one I ain't be been forced to be out there with, back on those tag match days. Besides that man came in and got it done on my ones and even when I had the man dem with me in Phoenix I told 'em chill and snatched the strap myself, standard! I ain't believe her front though fam, the cheek of it bredrin, standing there with her greasy biker paw on my property talkin' about "mine" on some Finding Nemo Seagull shit. What is man supposed to be afraid or suttin? Coz there be so many of them? Nah fam, bun that straight off! I ain't back down from no man or gyal and it ain't matter how deep they rollin'. Chris: So lets take a step back for a second, to your main event title match at the pay per view. You just mentioned having "the man dem" with you and we saw in the crowd throughout the night three faces who would be instantly recognisable to any UK Hip Hop fan but along side Ty-Die, Gnash and QM we also saw two other men rocking the Toll Gang hoody. Now, my research has lead me to believe that they were Tox and Shox and they are fraternal twin brothers who have been working the UK wrestling scene for a little over a year now. Tell me, what is you affiliation with them? Skrabz: Yeah, that's Tox and Shox. Da Rebel and Da Problem. You saw the hoody fam so it clear to see my affiliation with them is they Toll, they family. Chris: We saw them try to involve themselves in your match with Candi Bratton on two occassions, can you tell me what their motivations for that were? Skrabz: I mean shit fam, you'd have to ask them but at a guess I can tell ya them man stay hungry and they jus' lookin' to eat anyway they can but they also jus' lookin' out for me the way I looked out for them. See I brought them man in to Toll some six years back when they were jus' fiteen, gave them suttin' when they had nuttin' and they prolly were jus' lookin' to give back. I appreciate it for real but it was clear from day that I ain't need help with that ting there. Chris: I understand that Tox and Shox didn't return to the UK with the rest of Toll Gang? Skrabz: Yeah that's right blud, they out there in Phoenix now working still, jus' a couple dates. I ain't know what they doin' after that. Chris: Going forward now, and looking towards the first episode of Mile High Wrestling's brand new show, Thursday Night Throwdown, and you are scheduled to take on the current Phoenix Champion and Shield Maiden Alex "Bullet" Carbajal in what is Mile High's first ever champion versus champion match. What are your thoughts heading in to this match? Skrabz: Look fam I said it before but there be levels to this ting ya-nah? And these straps represent those levels, they tell ya that who ever hold the strap is at the top of they level and man like Skrabz is at the tipity top right now, and I got the strap to prove it. Now Bullet got the gold to prove she at the to of her level too, that's facts. But her level ain't my level ya feel me? Now she might do what the Phoenix do and rise further or she might just burn to ash, I guess we see what she about come Throwdown. On the level though her little title win over The Titaness there ain't mean shit to me, and I ain't never been afraid of bullets anyway man a catch 'em in his teeth, so I'm a chew her up and spit her out at whoever come out on top a the main event and try steppin' up to me. Chris: Now before we wrap the show up I just want to mention something, depending on how you feel about it, maybe a sore point for you. That recently leaked video of you killing the Black Helicopters beat... how do you feel about that? Skrabz: Shit it is what it is, now I could be bitter about it talkin' about snakes in my circle betrayin' my trust but at the end of the day I love that shit and it ain't really do no harm anyway. I wouldn't a put it out myself but it out there now fam so what ya gonna do ya-nah? Chris: Skrabal, thanks once again for coming on the show. It's been a real pleasure heaving you here again and all of us here at BWR wish you nothing but further success in everything you do. Skrabz: Like I said blud, I ain't go anywhere else. Stay blessed. Chris: You can catch Skrabal and the whole Mile High team streaming live on the SE Network, on Thursday Night Throwdown, Thursday the second of August. And you can catch me here live next week with special guests Verb T and Fliptrix representing High Focus, live in the studio. I've been Chris Grant with Skrabal Stanzas, thank you for listening.
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Post by Bullet on Aug 1, 2018 11:25:51 GMT -6
Off-Camera
July 30, 2018
Twister Steel Garage
New Orleans, Louisiana
Mondays always seemed to be a day of extremes at Twisted Steel. They were either absolutely crawling with people desperately needing something worked on or there was next to nobody at all and this would be the day to play catch-up on all the other projects already in progress inside the place. Much like its sister facility, Venom Ink, the flow of people ebbed and flowed at times, but this was going to be a day that, no matter what kind of customer traffic there was in the place, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal would be working on a special order all by herself. Being the only member of the Shieldmaidens MC to work a jay job exclusively in the garage. Many worked in the tattoo parlor, and, in deed, Bullet was now one of the few Shieldmaidens to work outside the parlor in general. This tended to mean that Bullet got handed interesting and different projects to work on while others handed the typical tune-ups and body work. Her last project had been restoring a classic 1965 Harley Panhead for a professional football player named K’Andre Miller. Now, she had her newest task, rebuilding a 1969 Dodge Charger for a teammate of Miller’s named Eddie “The Hitman” Anderson. She’d gotten lucky that the farme of the poor vehicle was still intact.
The rest of it was not gonna make her life nearly as easy, but at least there would be something to build on. She nods to the car, staring at the dented panels, broken lights and other parts that don’t work on this poor, dilapidated classic muscle car. Bullet squats down, silently thanking God that her plain black t-shirt and beat-up blue jeans ensemble wouldn’t show off anything. Working with guys meant while they all saw her as one of them, every so often, one of them would remember she was a woman, especially if she wore a white shirt or came back to the shop after working out in the warehouse gym at the back of the property. As she adjust her work boots slightly, footfalls alert her to the presence of another soul entering the room. She stands up and turns to face the direction of the footsteps.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: A la orden…
Before she can finish the statement cum question, she sees the man standing before her is the last man she wanted to see. A man dressed in dark blue pants and matching jacket, a white button-down shirt, and black penny loafers, his now notorious little notebook in his hand.
Detective Marchand: So, how is the local help these days?
Bullet just stares at him, dead silent, unable to believe he was in the shop again. How did he seemingly always know when she would be the only one on duty at the time? A sick smile crosses the man’s face as her eyes give away her level of confusion.
Detective Marchand: And if I were to check on this poor specimen of private property sitting here in this facility, would I find any improprieties involved with you standing here admiring it so?
Bullet simply crosses her arms and stares at the man, dead silent and looking almost defiant about it. Marchand nods, seemingly loving every second of this encounter.
Detective Marchand: Would be a shame to find out that…
He nods as he slowly starts to circle the dormant machine, reaching out and running a hand along the passenger side door, taking in the machine’s sadly-lacking paint job that more resembles primer than any actual color.
Detective Marchand: In addition to not cooperating with a law enforcement officer and noncompliance with direct orders, you might also be in possession of stolen property that has obviously been damaged.
Continuing to walk around, he removes his hand from the car, glancing down at the naked wheels and shaking his head.
Detective Marchand: This could even constitute destruction of private property for the purposes of rebirthing…
He looks up to make eye contact and smirks cruelly at the still defiant-looking Bullet.
Detective Marchand: How would that look to everyone you know if you went down for grand theft auto and got this place declared a chop shop?
Standing firm, Bullet refuses to even drop her arms, much less give him an answer. Marchand nods as if he knew this would be her response.
Detective Marchand: Shall we find out?
He turns and starts to walk off while Bullet watches him start to go to the other end of the car. Just as he starts to pull his phone from his pocket, another man, a large, muscular black man with long braids, wearing white pants and a white shirt, carrying a white baker’s box walks in. Bullet stares in disbelief as Caliban Peltier comes into focus for her.
Caliban Peltier: Hey, Alé, I brought y’all some…
He sees Marchand standing there and stops right where he is.
Caliban Peltier: Oh, y’all busy…
Marchand smirks even more broadly and shakes his head.
Detective Marchand: No, we were just finishing up this little session…
He barely nods as he takes his leave. Caliban watches him go and then turns to Bullet.
Caliban Peltier: Did he threaten you again?
Bullet nods, watching the door to make sure Marchand is actually gone before answering. Caliban walks over and looks out just in time to see Marchand driving off in a black Chevy S-10 that looks like it could use a few sessions inside the shop.
Caliban Peltier: He’s gone…
Caliban turns around and Bullet shakes her head, anger seemingly radiating off of her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa!
She moves to lean against the wall, closing her eyes, her hands balling into fists and dropping back against the wall.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Did he plant anything on the car on that side?
Caliban has a look but finds nothing.
Caliban Peltier: I don’t think so but I’m also the wrong Peltier to have sweeping the place for bugs. That’s Nik’s area of expertise.
Bullet nods and pulls her phone off the small table that was also holding onto her Shieldmaidens cutte for her. She quickly dials a number and presses the phone to her ear.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Hey, he was here again. This time he threatened to have me arrested for stealing Anderson’s Charger and try and declare Twisted Steel a chop shop.
She goes silent as the answer comes back her phone, Calban watching, even as he continues to scan the edge of the unfortunate Charger.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Cal is here, brought cookies, I think.
She looks up and Caliban nods in acknowledgement.
Caliban Peltier: Double chocolate chip. I took a batch over to Nik and Epsy and figured I’d bring some over here to y’all too.
Bullet can’t help but smile.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You hear?
She nods and then shakes her head in response to something said.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, I have to go on a run. Kyojin and Boner are out back. Khary is supposed to return from a parts pick-up any second now.
She exhales and nods gratefully to Caliban.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, I’m not going by myself, Jack, Angel and Sam said they would ride with me on this one. I did not wish to run into Kallahan, the Pride or the Five-Oh-Fours by myself, especially not now after a visit from our favorite dirty bastard.
She snickers and then nods again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yes, I will tell your wife before I go.
Caliban can’t help but snicker himself.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Ok, thanks, Boss.
She ends the call and slips the phone into her pocket as she picks up her cutte and puts it on.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Go on and give everybody the goods.
She smikles to him and then nods gratefully again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Thanks for choosing now to be cool.
Caliban smiles and walks over to her, opening the box.
Caliban Peltier: First pick?
Bullet nods and slides the one off the top. Taking a bite she waves it at him.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You’re the best, Cal, these are always awesome!
She pats him on the shoudler and hurries off as Caliban goes in to make his delivery. A minute later, Bullet arrives at her bike, meeting her fellow Shieldmaidens, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, Angelique “Angel” LeRoux and Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton, each wearing a similar get-up, and yet each also managing to look unique in their own right, even if it was just that Titaness towered over the other three, six inches over Angel, seven over Bullet and ten over Bandit.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We ready?
Angel, Bandit and Titaness all nod, giving the group of two latinas and two blondes a sense of unified resolve as they all climb onto their bikes and rev the engines. The four roll out, Bullet leading the way, the two blondes, Bandit and Titaness pulling out just behind her with Angel hanging back to cover them all. Ten minutes later, the four pull up to a parking lot attached to a large warehouse with white paint peeling off of it making the building look ten times older than it really is. The group shut their bikes of, remove their helmets and then step off their vehicles, taking in the sight of the place as they go.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: This place looks like a hellhole already...
Angel and Bullet can’t help but laugh.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Jesus, Jackie, tell us how you really feel!
Bandit shrugs sheepishly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Sorry, it just has this look like if the breeze kicks up, this whole place is coming down faster than the odds during an LSU game week one or two during cupcake week!
Bullet just shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa! Jack, no gambling talk…
Bandit grins.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Politics it is!
Angel and Titaness laugh as Bullet looks like she might just lose it now. ‘
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Right… odds are still good talk…
Angel and Titaness nod to each other knowingly. It was common knowledge amongst anyone who had spent more than five minutes in Bandit’s presence that she still watched CNN religiously and could pontificate on it for days if she was given the rope to do so. It was also common knowledge amongst the same group of people that giving Bandit said rope was to be avoided at all costs. None of them enjoyed hearing Bandit break down politics the same way sports fans usually broke down a bad play in the Super Bowl or the way movie fans tore into the latest superhero movie.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Come on, let us enter before any ideas are generated...
The four women walk inside the warehouse to find a lone latino male standing next to a large stack of crates, the open collar of his white shirt showing off his chest hair as if he thinks this will both intimidate the men and impress the ladies. He steps back so that all four Shieldmaidens have to stare at his butt for a second, his black dress slacks seemingly a size too small for him even though he is not all that large. He brushes the shoulder-length hair from his eyes even though he really didn’t need to and then turns to face them, making sure his rolled up sleeves given them a good few of the gold Rolex on his wrist. Bulet’s jaw drops at the sight of her cousin staring back at her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Salazar?
The man just grins back at her and Bullet is visibly unamused.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Dónde está Julio?
Salazar Mejia nods to the group behind his cousin.
Salazar Mejia: ¿Quién es la estatua mona? ¿Es tuya o qué?
Bullet shakes her head, looking away and clearly not pleased.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Eres tan cansón!
Salazar’s smirk grows and Bullet shakes her head even more at the sight.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Qué pelota que eres!
Salazar starts to turn his attention to the others when Bullet shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Off-limits!
Salazar nods, clearly indicating Titaness.
Salazar Mejia: Even…?
Bullet stands firm.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Especially her!
Bandit and Angel both shake their heads in stunned disbelief while Titaness stands there looking somewhere between annoyed, outraged and confused.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Do you ever learn, Salazar?
Salazar snickers to himself.
Salazar Mejia: Not if I can help it and especially not when there is so much…
Angel raises a hand, her index finger extended.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Save it, Casanova! Not buying…
Snickering almost playfully again, Salazar clutches at his chest in mock pain.
Salazar Mejia: Están matando…
Bullet glares back at him, clearly becoming angry now.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Todavía no!
Titaness leans over to Bandit and Angel, clearly confused as to the dynamic in the room.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: What’s going on?
Bandit nods slightly to Salazar.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: The wrong cousin showed up to this meeting…
Titaness nods, the gravity not lost on any of the Shieldmaidens. Salazar runs his gaze along the line of them, starting with Angel and then following along Titaness and continuing through Bandit before coming back to Bullet.
Salazar Mejia: Un sabroso parche, tienes buen…
Bullet’s eyes flash as she steps forward.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa! ¡Si dices una palabra más, voy a hacer que desees estar solo jincho!
Salazar raises his hands, clearly trying to calm the situation.
Salazar Mejia: Easy… I’m just here to relay some...
He nods, his hands lowering slowly as he does. The smirk does nothing to calm Bullet at all but remains steadfastly attached to his face.
Salazar Mejia: Información…
The Shieldmaidens laser focus their attention on him and Salazar nods, reveling in every second of it.
Salazar Mejia: Julio has been given what you said he should have, Hermana. You should be proud.
Bullet’s eyes narrow as Salazar beams confidently.
Salazar Mejia: Juanito has also been transferred. You will not have to worry about him in a position of power ever again.
Bullet’s eyes start to flare with shock but Salazar shakes his head to disarm it before it gets too far along.
Salazar Mejia: He has not been terminated, simply reassigned.
Bullet nods ever so slightly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Then who…
Before she can even finish the question, Salazar’s smile’s intensity increases and answers her. Bullet’s mouth falls open momentarily in genuine surprise.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You?
Salazar nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You are running point now?
Salazar nods again and Bullet suddenly looks like she wants to smash something into oblivion.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa! ¿Son realmente tan pelota?
Salazar just grins.
Salazar Mejia: I knew you’d be on my side, Hermana…
Bullet wheels on him but something in Salazar’s knowing cruel grin stops her from screaming further for the moment.
Salazar Mejia: Especially with El Vendedor targeting you.
He nods to the others.
Salazar Mejia: All of you…
He looks all of them over and then singles out Titaness.
Salazar Mejia: You would think La Statua would be used to it, given Florida, but, here we are…
Bullet crosses her arms, glaring at her cousin coldly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What are you speaking of, Salazar?
Salazar almost laughs, seemingly unable to believe what he’s hearing.
Salazar Mejia: Come now, Hermana, none of you are stupid. Can you honestly stand there and say it never crossed your mind? Word has gotten to us that he’s looking at you. Why, we do not know, but look at what is going on. Any and all of it could lead back to him if you look hard enough in the right places. You have friends who suddenly have domestic problems? Mental health issues flaring back up? A bank says no to someone you love? Powers that be at your new job seemingly standing against you?
Bullet’s arms fall as her mouth drops open again in shock.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Are you saying…
Bandit can’t believe her ears either.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Alix?
Angel joins in the chorus of surprise.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Mona?
Titaness piles on as well.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Mile High?
Salazar shrugs.
Salazar Mejia: I am not saying anything you should not have considered already, Hermana. The Shieldmaidens and the Chrome Dragons have angered some people and El Vendedor does not play by the usual rules. So, if suddenly, something that seemed too good to be true turned out to be so, if someone that had not entered thoughts for years is suddenly back in the picture despite himself…
He nods pointedly.
Salazar Mejia: If there seems to be things going on at that lovely wrestling company you thought would be your sanctuary away from him...
His arms spread wide as Salazar shrugs.
Salazar Mejia: You should remember, he’s more sicario than los tombos… no des papaya…
Salazar turns and walks to the back door of the warehouse, seemingly vanishing as fast as he’s arrived leaving the Shieldmaidens to their thoughts.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: What did that last bit mean?
Bullet barely moves at all.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: He was saying all of our partners wanted us to know the message, “Don’t give him an excuse.”
Bandit frowns.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Doesn’t Marchand already have one?
Bullet nods grimly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yes and if Salazar is even partially right about things, he may be more…
She pauses, searching for the word.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Pervasive?
Bullet nods gratefully.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Pervasive than we thought.
Titaness frowns.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Like?
Bullet nods in the direction salazar has just gone.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: He just said Noah and Mona’s problems could be him, Jackson Kerr could be him, the bank turning down Alix could be him, and everything with the power structure at Mile High could somehow be tied to him.
Bandit, Angel and Titaness all stare off in the direction as well, the ramifications of this idea turning over in all four heads simultaneously.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Obviously the Twins can check on the bank and Kerr, but how would we prove the other? How would we prove if he does or does not have any connection to Robert Mack?
She slowly starts to turn to face her sisters-in-arms.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: To Katrina Mack?
Blank faces meet her gaze.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Deuce Holmes?
Bandit, Angel and Titaness all start to nod as the thoughts continue to be mulled over.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Angel Smith or the HCW stuff?
Several minutes go by in silence before Bullet motions for the door.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Come on, there’s some discussions to be had back at the table now.
The Shieldmaidens walk to the door, step out into the parking lot and get on their bikes, none of them sure of what the future will hold.
On-Camera
The camera opens to find Alex “Bullet” Carbajal standing in her usual ensemble of beat-up sneakers, blue jeans, black t-shirt with white Shieldmaidens logo and her Shieldmaidens cutte, the Mile High Phoenix Championship belt on her shoulder. Standing next to her is a bubbly blonde woman wearing a bright blue blouse and white skirt, her black high heels making her appear slightly taller than Bullet.
Melanie Landrieu: Hi folks, Melanie Landrieu here for WVUE Fox 8 and I’m standing here with local New Orleans professional wrestling competitor, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, and Miss Carbajal, my first question is how did you come by getting into the sport of professional wrestling?
Bullet shrugs slightly, visibly unimpressed with the question.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I managed a girlfriend named Eavan Maloney for a small time in another company, Action Wrestling. While spending most of our time in Las Vegas, I was able to expand on my boxing training with a man named Shonn Maguire there. His wife is a former World Champion in her own right and her sister rides with the Shieldmaidens. When Eavan decided she needed to move back to New Jersey, Jack…
Melanie raises a hand to cut Bullet off.
Melanie Landrieu: That’s Jackie Layton, your fellow Shieldmaiden, yes?
Bullet nods, annoyed yet remaining calm.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yes, she is. Jack, Eavan and I were all in the relationship together at the time…
Visibly caught off-guard by this matter-of-fact statement, Melanie can’t help but cut Bullet off again.
Melanie Landrieu: I’m sorry, you ALL were?
Bullet nods stiffly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yes, we were.
Melanie stares at Bullet, clearly flummoxed now by this revelation.
Melanie Landrieu: I…
Bullet nods, raising a hand to attempt to calm the awkward situation before it escalates further.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: There were three of us involved together, yes. And there still are now, however, Eavan moved on to find herself as she was still struggling with things and demons within herself. Jack and I discussed things, being that we’ve been friends since meeting in Bay St. Louis when we were small and remained together and now we have been joined by Angel LeRoux and…
Again, Melanie raises her hand to cut Bullet off in mid-sentence.
Melanie Landrieu: She’s…
Bullet nods, firing off an answer before the question can be fully posed.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yes, she also rides with the Shieldmaidens but she does not compete like Jack and I. The members who do compete are myself, Jack, Titaness, Widow and RJ. Fianna Donnelly accompanies us as a second.
Melanie nods, gathering her bearings as she stands there with Bullet glaring at her in mild annoyance.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This is also how I got into the sport. When Eavan needed to go home, Jack and I returned full-time to New Orleans and to our day jobs at Twisted Steel Auto and Venom Ink and one of the first topics of discussion amongst the Shieldmaidens was coming to competition. RJ and her husband, my boss at Twisted Steel, Forge, were looking to return to the sport and Widow, Jack and I decided we would go with them as well. Fianna’s family had a history with the sport and so decided she wanted to see what the fuss was about for herself, so she came with us as a second to accompany us to ringside for our matches. Mile High Wrestling was chosen as a good place to start our careers as the company would grow with us as we progressed.
Melanie nods, finally managing a smile again.
Melanie Landrieu: And it has, as after ten episodes of Mile High Television and one pay-per-view event, Rise In Phoenix, Mile High Wrestling debuts a new show this week called Thursday Night Throwdown and you will be featured on this, right?
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I will, yes.
Melanie smiles to the camera for a second.
Melanie Landrieu: Again, I’m standing here with the Mile High Wrestling Phoenix Champion, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, and Miss Carbajal, on the next episode of Mile High Wrestling presented television, you will face the Mile High World Champion, Skrabz, how do you feel about this?
Bullet seemingly squeezes her championship belt while almost smirking at Melanie. The hints of a smile are only momentary though as the glare shines through.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I feel…
Pausing for a second, Bullet contemplates the entire situation.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This is an opportunity, THE opportunity. I cannot say that I’ve been waiting a long time since I’ve only wrestled as many times as you’ve seen me on Mile High Wrestling Television but…
Melanie’s hand shoots up, yet again.
Melanie Landrieu: Wait, what?
Bullet nods knowingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yes, you see, a man like Skrabz will tell you the man has been working for some long years to get his opportunity and it finally showed itself at Rising In Phoenix. He put in all this work, this sweat, this time, patience and effort…
She pauses, snickering to herself before nodding in acknowledgement to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Well, maybe not so much paciencia, pero…
She shakes her head, disgust starting to filter through.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It is funny to listen to a man like Skrabz talk about respect. Man like Skrabz has no respect for anyone, including himself, it would seem since he seems hellbent on telling everyone else that their victories are meaningless.
Bullet looks dead into the camera and shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This is nonsense. Just as your wins mean something because of where they have allowed you to arrive…
She taps the championship belt on her shoulder.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Everyone else’s mean something too! If they did not, if no one meant anything, then you mean nothing because what have you accomplished?
She pauses and holds her hand out, palm out, fingers extended to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yes, I know, who am I to give you, the MIle High World Champion, a lecture on things?
The hand remains extended while the other one grasps her championship belt.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Well after looking into you, listening to Titaness, and the things you like to do and say, I say I am the perfect person to give you lecture!
She holds her championship belt up for all to see.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I am the Phoenix Champion and it did not take me four years and whatever else to achieve this. It took me five matches…
Her fingers separate to change from the universal “Talk to the Hand” gesture to indicating the number five.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Five!
Her hand drops and she nods to the camera pointedly as her belt is placed back onto her shoulder.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And if you think that was easy, you were not paying attention! You were too busy having a wank and trying to make your own belt…
She reaches up and taps her belt.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And by extension, mine…
Nodding pointedly again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Mean nothing just so you “spit” a few lines about nothing to impress no one but yourself! A man like Skrabz is both a testament to hard work and what it takes to be a champion and a disgrace to that same championship because of how much he keeps trying to say something that will never be true!
Her hand shoots up, palm out again to stop the response she knows is coming.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yes, you are Mile High World Champion, Güevón, but you are NOT on a different level, as evidenced by how Forge has managed to mark you and show that if you make God bleed, people stop believing in his divinity!
Her hand drops back to where it came from.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It’s amazing that you have been in the ring with Forge four times in ten weeks and yet cannot figure out why Forge has spoken of you so much.
She shakes her head in disbelief.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Dios mío! You are the fucking World Champion, the target, the goal everyone in this company wishes to achieve and almost fifty percent of the time the company has been inexistence, the marquee has read some form of Skrabz versus Forge and you can’t understand why man always has your name in his mouth?
Bullet’s glare intensifies.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Qué pelota que eres! You have the same “problem” with Titaness and yet, since you’ve been in the ring with her three times, only one less than Forge, it sort of makes sense on some level too, but if you want to talk levels…
She shrugs, her glare remaining fixed on the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You and I both come into this match as champions and we both come in having yet to be personally beaten. Neither of us has been pinned or submitted yet in Mile High and while that gives us a certain amount of bragging rights, it doesn’t make us an exclusive club of two! There are others but you would say they don’t matter because they aren’t you.
Gritting her teeth, Bullet looks away, almost like she needs to spit out something tastes nasty. Hr teeth grind together for a second as she looks back, boring a hole in the camera’s lens.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: A man like Skrabz likes to show disrespect to everything he touches and then wonders why the world sometimes says no? Keep talking like that and when this match is over the only thing you’ll be spitting are your teeth after I knock them out! This is an opportunity…
She nods pointedly again, her hand raising up to tap herself on the chest.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This is MY opportunity. My opportunity to shut that bullshit off and show the world, show you!
She points accusingly into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: That you were wrong!
Her hand lowers.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You were wrong when you shit on Titaness, you were wrong when you shit on Forge, you were wrong to shit on all of us!
She taps her chest more forcefully.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This is my opportunity and as this belt on my shoulder shows, when I get an opportunity, I don’t miss! Even in the match I did not win, when it was over, everybody was talking about me! They didn’t talk about how Azzy had pinned Anya, they talked about how I had knocked both of them out and made everyone sit up and take notice and now, I get to do this with you!
Nodding grimly, Bullet tilts her head slightly to the right.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You will find out why, if you catch this Bullet, you will chew up and spit out nothing!
She extends her arm, her hand forming into the shape of a gun.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Bang!
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Post by Skrabz on Aug 1, 2018 18:54:54 GMT -6
Location: Denver Colorado
Date 1st August 2018
Time: 2:30AM Skrabal is back in his Denver motel room, once again sitting on the floor with a bottle of beer in his hand. He has his hood pulled over his cap and the peak pulled low over his face as he gazes down at the floor in front of him. "I keep tellin' 'em but it ain't stick in they cranium, Xzibit A "My whole skeleton is dipped in Titanium". This ain't Bullet Time but I'm a slow it down to get through to you, that mean ammo ricochet and bounce around like Prince Puma do."Skrabal shakes his head subtley and takes a sup of his beer. He looks towards the camera but his face remains cloaked in the shadow cast by his hood and cap. "Ya-nah uaually man would be playful in this kinda situation but you seem real fired up over suttin', Bullet." He sniffs arrogantly before taking a sip of beer. "What is it? Has man upset you or suttin'? The way ya talkin' it kinda seem like it." He laughs smugly, the kind of laugh that is nothing but shirt burst of air expelled through the nose. "I seen ya been checkin' out that leak ting though, fair play fam man a do the same. I ain't expect it be your kinda ting though to be real witchu so I ain't balme you if you ain't understand what ya hearin'. I mean the only bars you know sit at the front end of a bike innit." He looks off to the side while taking another drink fo beer. As he returns his gaze toward the camera he lifts the peak of his cap slightly allowng more light to illuminate his face. "Yeah I watched ya lil' interview ting there ya nah, and ya might a have had Melanie stumped with ya lil' three way relationship revelation but man like Skrabz ain't impressed a bit, nah. That might be a big ting to them lot but that's a Friday night to me fam, on a slow week. But I'm a be real withcu, one time, ain't nobody care about ya life story bullshit anyway. Ya relationships, ya day jobs, none a that shit." He sneers as the words leave his lips then finishes his beer before continuing. "But for real I ain't even know what ya talkin' about half the time... typical female business innit, the mouth start runnin' too fast for the brain to keep up and before ya-nah it nuttin' but gibberish slippin' through those lips. Like she arugin' statements I ain't made fam but that's how they get ya, that's the kinda a shit that keep me single.... Only ting I'm a say is from Forge to his wife to The Rock and Roll God, I might speak on it but I ain't care who sayin' my name so long as they keep it on repeat." He pauses for a second and looks off to side momentarily before leaning to the right and slightly out of shot. As he leans back in he holds an unoponed bottle of beer in his hand. "I heard one ting ya sayin' though. Ya think you see me innit? Ya think it took me work to get here because I been shittin' on all I see, flappin' my gums on a disrespect ting and maybe ya right. But it ain't like I done changed now is it? Nah, bun that! I came in to Mile High shittin' on man like Dillion Daniels and then climbed that ladder and stayed shittin' on everyone a rung below me, verbally and phsyically, all the way to the tipity top. The higher I climbed the the more I shit and what happen? They went from hatin' man to ratin' man." He nods smugly while mouthing the words "Truth that". "And despite leaving skid marks all over the pan I done rated plenty a names maself on the way up. And added weight to a few more. I aint gonna sit here and name 'em all again coz man done reeled off a list on the podcast it seem you only half listen too so I ain't gonna repeat 'em." He twists the cap of the bottle of beer and tosses behind the camera, on to the table the phone is sitting on. "See I know why you upset though. It was the levels talk innit? You ain't like I bet. That's jus' the fact of the matter though princess, I'm up here and you down there, you at the top a down there but you down there still and ya can work ya way up, one day... prolly. I mean ya already said you won the Phoenix strap after jus' five fights but ya flight stops here. See you ain't fully feathered yet, nah, ya need another lil' while pon the nest to grow 'fore ya spread those wings." He leans forward lowering his eyebrows and glares condescendingly in to the camera. "But you beat The Titaness, right? And what fam? Ladder match, yeah? Who gives a shit?" He leans back smirking and takes a small sip of beer from the bottle. "You ask me that ladder match weren't nuttin' but Sam gettin' jumped in. Payin' her dues, earnin' her cut and a spot in your lil' chick clique and you think I was wrong when I shit on her? Are you dizzy fam? Look at her, couldn't get the job done on her own so she go joinin' your mob, tryin' syphon of some fuel for her tank. But oh shit, there I go again givin' props when all I do is shit on people right?" He laughs while shaking his head as he goes to take another drink of beer. Before the bottle touches his lips he moves it away and continues. "Nah fam. See that's all you hear though innit, coz ya can't take truth or criticism too well, ya fragile. So when ya hear a lil' suttin ya go deaf, don't hear any praise that might be taggin' along there with it and get carried away. Coz ya insecurities get exposed, when man like Skrabz speak on the real he get straight to the nerve and that why you so rattled." He pauses to take a drink of beer but again moves the bottle away from his mouth as an incredulous look spreads across his face. "But I feel like I'm a have to explain the shit in crayons still. I mean I said I respect two tings, fightin' and spittin'. I said that even when a man ain't like or respect me if he prove himself in either a those tings then I'm a rate that. I said that fam, so pay attention. If I deny it I ain't bein real to maself." He finally takes a quick sip of beer before continuing. "Now truth is ya been doin' ya ting but your ting ain't equal to my ting. We on different tings fam, different standards, same game different settings. You climbin' that same ladder I climbed only now man's the snake waiting at the top ready to send you back down. And you know it too, despite ya anger. I mean ya proved what I said already coz our match mean a lot to you, right? It's your opportunity to try reachin' my level, right?" He smirks as he continues. "That's what I been sayin' fam! You ain't on my level! Coz like you said man like Skrabz is the Mile High Wrestling Champion, the target, the goal, the daddy, the big man about town!" He leans forward and picks up the Mile High Wrestling Championship in his left hand then sits it in his lap, propped up against his torso as if he were wearing it. "So as much as this match mean to you, guess what... it's jus' a fuckin' Thursday night to me blud, trust. It's jus' work, and ya gonna get it on some unpaid overtime shit." A look of disgust crossed with disappointment flashes across his as he takes another swig of beer. "See I left the last show with a real bad taste in my mouth. It's bitter fam, vile. Disgusting. The taste of defeat ain't suttin' I ever tasted through my own doin' here though nah, never that, not yet. I only been forced fed it so far, and the fork on your bike ain't big enough for you to do that." He finishes the beer and places the bottle on the floor next to him. "So I'm a roll in to Thursday Night Throwdown, on my ones like I do, and feast on a sweet dub, cleanse my pallet then go back and watch the main event. I'm a keep a beady eye on that ting there blud. Coz I'm a duck and dive on some Neo shit and move straight on past you Bullet, coz you ain't go no stopping power here gyal, trust! He smirks and shakes his head. "And since every single one of ya ring rat riders stepped to man on the last show I suggest you all saddle up and ride off in to the sunset on ya metal horses before I lead 'em all to water and drown 'em one by one." He leans forward to wards the camera as he continues. "That goes for you, ya boss or any other one of ya." He swipes at his phones screen ending the recording. |
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Post by Bullet on Aug 2, 2018 0:10:24 GMT -6
Off-Camera
July 31, 2018
Home of Alex “Bullet” Carbajal/Jackie “Bandit” Layton
New Orleans, Louisiana
It had been a long day in this Shieldmaidens house. Following the meeting with her cousin, Salazar Mejia, Shieldmaidens Vice President Alex “Bullet” Carbajal had gone to work checking into everything she’d been told. That had taken most of the night and continued until she had headed to Twisted Steel to continue work on the ‘69 Dodge Charger owned by professional football player, Eddie “The Hitman” Anderson, a teammate of the owner of the last project she’d worked on at Twisted Steel, K’Andre Miller. Thankfully, she hadn’t had to call another old teammate of theirs again. Jackson Tatum had been known as “The Assassin” in his playing days but now ran the places you went to when looking for vintage and hard to find parts for motorcycles and cars of all ages, sizes, makes and models.
He also had a habit of decided at the last minute that he was in a good position to renegotiate prices when he knew you were already nearly complete and just needed this one last thing to finish the project. He always managed to know when you had told the owner it would be done by a certain day and all you needed to do was get your hands on this one part that he, Tatum, happened to have.
Now the workday was over and Bullet was back at it, checking into things and not liking what she was finding at all. As she scans the laptop in front of her on the coffee table, she sits back on the couch and frowns. She stares at it and just shakes her head, the stare turning vacant even as her girlfriends and fellow Shieldmaidens, Jackie “Bandit” Layton and Angelique “Angel” LeRoux walk into the room and sit down on either side of her on the couch. Bandit was still wearing tan dress slacks and a white button-up blouse that she’d been wearing for work, driving around town and scouting locations for possible Venom Ink expansion as well as other business opportunities for the Shieldmaidens. This stood in sharp contrast to the casual blue jeans and t-shirt look being rocked by both Bullet and Angel, Angel wearing a plain black shirt while Bullet wears an old Twisted Steel Grand Opening shirt that had obviously seen better days and had several grease and oil stains embedded in it from wearing it to work so often.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So, what’s wrong?
Bullet sits forward on the couch, somehow managing to scoot forward to the edge without seeming like she’s trying to get up and leave the room to avoid the conversation in the process.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I need to check and see how much of that stuff was true. I’ve already made a call to Julio. That part, at least, is true. He put me in touch with another and that confirmed Juanito and his transfer.
Angel nods, looking somewhat relieved and yet not at the same time.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: So now?
Bullet takes a deep breath and then lets it out forcefully.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Now I make sure Salazar was not full of it when he said it’s him. This might mean making calls to people I don’t really want to call and will make me thank God for whoever invented burner phones. This is definitely not something I want on our records either here, at Twisted Steel, at Venom Ink or when we’re in Denver for Mile High.
Bandit just kind of stares at her girlfriend, confusion reigning fully.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So are you going to set up a meeting with them the way you did with Salazar?
Bullet can’t shake her head in the negative fast enough.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, I do not wish to speak to them in person.
Angel’s eyes narrow, a frown covering her beautiful features.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Why not?
Bullet bites her bottom lip and then nods to the screen.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Because they will want me to do a line with them and I’d rather not give the police the opportunity to get me for DUI just because I was too stupid to use a telephone. I know we are being watched some, probably closer to home than anything else and I do not need to be handing out ideas like that just to make some sexist pig happy for five seconds.
Bandit and Angel both nod knowingly. That would truly be a steep price to pay just for confirmation of information they already had. A second violating of the Shieldmaidens’ standing policy on hard drug use would mean she loses her place as Vice President and probably gets suspended for sixty days this time. Anything after that and she’d be looking down the barrel of something far worse.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Robi would hold that against you?
Bullet shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Not if she knew going in I’d have to, no…
Bandit can’t help but have her own frown deepen.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Then… ?
Bullet shrugs and Angel nods.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: You don’t want to do that at all, do you?
Bullet shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, I would rather avoid that as much as possible. Marcos would want me to do it just because he knows I don’t want to and he’d make sure Benny was who cut it out for me because Benny…
She pauses and stares straight ahead for a second before shrugging.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: They don’t call him “Benny the Bull” because he does things half way. It would be a huge line and it would be very pure. If it didn’t kill me, I’d probably be seeing stars depending on if he cut it with anything just to fuck with me…
She trails off, staring at the screen again. Benny “The Bull” Aguilar was a large, muscular gentleman from Barranquilla on the Caribbean coast and had made his bones as muscle in the ports. He’d come to the attention of Marcos Barrios five years ago and had provided the cartel’s liaison to the Russians with the muscle every head of anything illegal loved. Benny’s appetites were legendary amongst those that worked within or just side by side with the cartel and he had developed a reputation for enjoying watching his victims trip themselves into a catatonic state or worse just for fun.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I once saw him drip some new form of liquid LSD into a batch of coke and then stir it up and let it dry just to get to watch the guys he was going to be “playing” with that night go crazy because even he didn’t know how powerful the stuff was or what it would really do.
Bandit stares at her in utter disbelief.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What happened?
Angel grips Bullet’s hand as she takes a deep breath.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: The one thought the floor was trying to eat him and it scared him so bad, he crashes head long into the wall until he knocked himself out.
Bandit nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And the other?
Bullet takes a deep breath.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: There were actually two others. The one he was supposed to interrogate. The other was a spare. I left when that one decided he had wings and could and ran up to the roof of the place to prove it.
Bandit and Angel both sit back, staring at their girlfriend in shock.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Thankfully, I did not have to witness his fall nor did I have to witness what Benny was going to do to show what happens when somebody “gets the horns.”
Bandit stares at her for a second even as Angel nods, comprehension dawning.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Mess with the Bull…
Bandit nods in return.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Get the horns.
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Besides, we got to Denver soon and can you imagine trying to wrestle the World Champion when you’ve been as loaded as I’d have to be to have that meet?
She shakes her head sadly, yet also with mild annoyance.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I’d never hear the end of it from everybody. Skrabz would finally have every right to show somebody disrespect because I showed up high or hungover or any spot in between that and I’ll not be giving him that papaya! Robi and Forge would both be disappointed in me and might just take both my patch and my job if I publicly made the Club and Twisted Steel look that bad. You guys…
She trails off and shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Whichever person in charge of Mile High Wrestling could get on the phone fasted would probably strip me of my championship standing and possibly even let me go as well.
She shakes her head emphatically.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, this physical meeting cannot happen now and I would really hope it does not need to happen ever.
Bandit and Angel both nod. That was a scary list of consequences that neither of them wanted to see happen.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I will not have myself become notorious for having both the shortest career and the quickest self-destruction in the history of sports just because Salazar can’t help being a vague caremonda and Benny Aguilar is a sadistic hijueputa!
Her right hand pulls away from Angel and balls into a fist.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I will NOT give a man like Skrabz that kind of satisfaction…
Her fist pounds onto her thigh.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: WILL NOT!
Bandit and Angel nod, patting Bullet on her back and trying to calm her some.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Have you found any ties between Marchand and him?
Bandit nods supportively.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Or anyone else in Mile High Wrestling?
Bullet shakes her head, looking sad, annoyed, somewhat glad and mystified all at the same time.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, I haven’t.
Her left hand raises up, palm pointed to the ceiling as if holding something up for everyone else to see.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: On the one hand this is good. It means nobody is going to try and do us the way Salazar was waving in our faces and that was probably just him being a caremonda for the benefit of you…
She nods to Bandit.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And Sam…
Her other hand raises up in the same fashion.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: On the other, it could be bad because it means whoever it is has hidden their tracks well and we’ll need Crash N Burn, maybe Noah, maybe Nikki to help find it and uncover everything.
Angel nods slowly.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: Robi won’t be happy with that, will she?
Bullet shakes her head in response.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No, she won’t...and IS not happy. She absolutely incensed at Marchand and Salazar bringing everything into it didn’t help at all.
Leaning forward, she turns off her laptop and nods to it.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: At least we know it’s not Juanito, which would have started a war nobody wants. Juanito would have started shooting the second anyone even looked at him wrong…
Almost laughing, she nods again in acknowledgement.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And by wrong, I mean, not getting down in front of him and…
Bandit and Angel both nod. Bullet sighs and then sits back.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I think I need to go get a workout in before we fly out to Denver. I’m going to go see if anybody’s at the gym and hit some things.
Bandit and Angel both nod.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Ok.
An hour later, Bullet stands in the warehouse gym located on the rear of the property that also contains both the Twisted Steel Auto Shop And Garage and the Venom Ink tattoo parlor and piercing studio. Having changed into wrestling shoes, basketball shorts, a black sports bra and a pulled her hair back into a ponytail, Bullet stands in front of the heavy bag just peppering it with punches. A jab hits, a second jab, followed by a big left hook. She shuffles slightly and starts working levels, going low and then hitting an uppercut. She continues to shuffle to her right, circling the bag and peppering it from all angles as she goes. After about fifteen minutes of normal work, Bullet starts to pick up her pace, hammering away with everything she’s got, harder and harder until the bag takes one too many and falls to the ground. As the bag hits the ground, Bullet kicks it in frustration and then drops to knees, delivering hammerfists down onto the defenseless fallen piece of equipment.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Miércoles! ¡Miércoles! ¡Miércoles!
She sits back, shaking her head, her fists clutching at her head before she lets out a rage-filled primal scream. She kicks at the bag and looks around for something else to hit when her trainer, Shonn Maguire, walks into the room.
Shonn Maguire: Whut ye bae doin’ then, Lass?
Bullet slumps over onto her back, looking to anyone who can see her like she’s about to start pounding the floor. A second later, her hands are on top of her head and she nods slowly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I broke another bag.
Shonn smirks playfully.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, tha I kin see fer meself. Whut ye bae doin’, Lass?
Bullet takes a deep breath and then sits up.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I’ve got the match of a lifetime on Thursday on the biggest show the company has done aside from the one I won my belt on. I’ve got a ride tomorrow with Jade to test out some new gear. Marchand paid me a visit again yesterday at the shop and then my cousin basically said the entire set-up as we knew it was over and, oh, yes, your new business venture in Mile High Wrestling might just be compromised.
Shonn nods, taking it all in while Bullet stares at the wall.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: He made it sound as if anything and everything bad that has happened to anyone around us lately could and probably is…
She trails off, exhales forcefully and then turns to face Shonn.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: From Marchand trying to play with his food.
Shonn nods slowly and then shrugs.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, so… whut ye bae doin’ ‘bout it then?
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Checking on the veracity of Salazar’s claims and breaking heavy bags…
Shonn shakes his head.
Shonn Maguire: Nay, Lass, I dinna mean whut yer doin’ wit yer thumb up yer arse, I mean, whut ye bae doin’ ‘bout it fer real? Whut ye bae doin’ ‘bout it besides sittin’ hair faelin’ sorry fer yerself?
Bullet just stares at him, a sudden wave of anger starting to wash over her entire being.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Perdóname?
Shonn shrugs.
Shonn Maguire: Sames tae me ye jess sittin’ hair wastin’ yer time.
Bullet stands up and stares him down.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: How is working out wasting my time? How is putting in extra work wasting my time? How is beating a heavy bag to a pulp… wasting… my time?
Shonn snickers at the fallen bag.
Shonn Maguire: An’ ye bae thinnin’ tha qualifies as extra work then?
Bullet looks from Shonn down to the bag and then back to Shonn, her level of shocked incredulousness growing with every second that goes by.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Trabajando!
Shonn nods, a small smirk still lingering on his face as he does so. What was this mad irishman finding so damn funny about this?
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You disagree?
Shonn looks at his defiant pupil and nods.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, I do.
Unable to believe her ears, Bullet looks away, disgusted, rage running amok inside her head. She turns back to face him again and glares through him.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Why? Because I didn’t hit it hard enough?
Shonn shakes his head.
Shonn Maguire: Ye already hit plenty hard, Alex. I dinna say ye kinna hit hard but whut good is hittin’ hard if ye kinna see whut yer aimin’ fer?
Bullet frowns, suddenly more confused than anything else. Shonn nods knowingly and then walks over to her.
Shonn Maguire: Ye bae needin’ tae channel tha anger, Lass. Ferget ennithin tha’s nay part o’yer fight on Tursday. Tha bae yer immediate problem. Everythin’ else is sumthin’ tha kin wait ‘til after. Ye get me, Lass?
Bullet stares at him for what seems like years and then slowly nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Si... entiendo.
Shonn looks her dead in the eyes.
Shonn Maguire: Are ye sure o’ tha?
Bullet nods and Shonn smiles.
Shonn Maguire: Good, then ye kin help me wit dis poor bag…
Bullet can’t help but laugh, nodding sheepishly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Overdid it a little, didn’t I?
Shonn laughs right along with her.
Shonn Maguire: Only a little. Come on, Donnie got us sum more in the back.
The two walk to the back area to get a new bag, both knowing they’re gonna be working here for another hour at least but also knowing it’ll be worth it in the end.
On-Camera
August 1, 2018
Shieldmaidens Warehouse Gym
New Orleans, Louisiana
The camera opens to find Alex “Bullet” Carbajal standing in her usual ensemble of beat-up sneakers, blue jeans, black t-shirt with white Shieldmaidens logo and her Shieldmaidens cutte, the Mile High Phoenix Championship belt on her shoulder. Nodding to the floor, she turns to face the Shieldmaidens banner hanging on the wall behind her and studies the white letting and black background for what seems like forever.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sometimes I wonder…
Continuing to stare up at the banner, she takes two steps back and nods slightly to herself.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Why did I get into this sport? Why did I follow Eavan to Action Wrestling and why did I follow RJ, Widow, Fi and Jack to MIle High Wrestling?
She shrugs, exhaling heavily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Why did I take that final step and get into the ring? Why did I feel the need to start getting physical and compete myself when I perfectly happy both not getting in the ring and standing somewhere else not even really knowing what one looked like up close?
She glances momentarily at the belt across her shoulder and then quickly moves her gaze back up to the Shieldmaidens banner.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I look at this championship I have and think…
Shaking her head, she just stares at the banner in disbelief.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: How did that girl do this? How did she walk into Mile High Wrestling and with no in-ring experience at all, in five matches, one of them a ladder match with somebody a full seven inches taller, not such succeed, but thrive enough to come away a champion?
She pats ther belt and then nods to the banner again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yes, some days, I walk in here and stare at this for hours wondering why did I do this and how did I do this?
She nods and then turns to face the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And then I hear things like your little rant this evening, Mister World Champion, and all of a sudden it becomes crystal clear why I did this and why I do what I do.
She nods pointedly, glaring into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It’s because I have to listen to...
She trails off and cocks her head as if she’s just heard the single most ludicrous thing in the history of the world.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Seriously?
She nods as if she’s really expecting an answer to come.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You’re seriously gonna yell at me because of what the local reporter asked me and then tell me my answer didn’t matter because you didn’t like it or something?
Bullet looks away, half-expecting there to be a second camera crew coming in to tell her she’s being pranked. When none is forthcoming, she looks back into the camera, practically begging it for an answer.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Seriously?!??!
She shakes her head just enough to allow her to look slightly off camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: She asked me how I got into wrestling, and, I’m sorry you think it doesn’t matter, but my old girlfriend is how I got into the sport.
Looking back into the lens, Bullet reaches out to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But, please, oh possessor of the magic appendage that bestows all knowledge of everything on its holder, how is an interview supposed to go if I did it wrong?
She nods, her hand again begging the answer to be given forth.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: How is it supposed to go when you get asked a question like that this early in your career?
She waves her hand off, as if begging the very air around her for the answer.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I mean, obviously, I’m just a simple little woman who knows no better because I do not possess the dangly bits that you do, so please, bestow upon me the wonders that come from rubbing the great, magic huevos until they rain the knowledge upon the ground…
She falls to her knees, the belt clattering to the floor and folds her hands in front of her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Please, sir? Please, tell this poor, misbegotten, unfortunate soul that was just unlucky enough to be born with no magical wand to play with, how does the magic just appear from nowhere?
Her hands separate.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I mean, do you…
She reaches over and picks up her title belt, running her right hand across the top.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Do you stroke it just so? Give it a little tickle in the huevos, maybe rub it lovingly, gently at first and then…
She throws her hands into the air, the belt clattering to the floor again as she looks to the ceiling.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Oh, my yes, it has suddenly come to me…
Reaching up, she rubs her face as if she’s washing in the shower.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: The Fountain of Knowledge has seen fit to shower me with its wonders!
She nods, reaching to the sky with full arm extension.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Oh YES! Please… PLEASE!!!
Her hands come back and rub all over her face some more.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Rain it down on me!!!!
Her hands fall to her side and her head droops.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You have got to be taking the piss, fam…
She looks up into the camera glaring angrily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What? So, what you’re saying is that we’re all just walking stereotypes that make you a sad, pathetic incel because we won’t all just assume the position for you and help you keep the British end up?
She grabs her belt and stands up defiantly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I mean…
Shaking her head, Bullet looks to the left and then back to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I almost cannot believe it and yet…
She nods almost to herself.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yes I can since you…
Her free hand come sup and then goes back down.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You honestly think you were giving her props, don’t you? You think saying the ladder match was her being beaten into the Shieldmaidens is giving her props because you were saying, “Congratulations on taking the beating like a woman.”
Shaking her head again, Bullet stares into the camera incredulously.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Except that’s NOT giving anyone props, that’s actually making the layer cake of shit you keep throwing down even deeper! All you really did was say I didn’t actually win my championship, Sam laid down for me because it was all part of the great Shieldmaidens plan and that is insulting beyond anything else you could have possibly said! Sam and I have never gone into a match and not tried to win as you well know since you’ve been in the ring with her here in Mile High three times now! You know what she can do better than almost anyone else on the planet and you have the balls to shit all over her because somehow that will make you look better beating a woman old enough to be my grandmother for yours. Candi Bratton was a great champion and I’m sure she’d be an awesome challenge if and when she comes back but knock off this bullshit about you just being so goddamn awesome that you’re up here…
She holds her hand up above her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And everyone else is down here.
Her hand drops to almost touch the floor.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: The truth is more like you are here.
She holds her hand at her eye level.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And everyone else is right at your heels, ready to take what you’ve worked so long and so hard for and, not only do you know that, but it drives you crazy because your fragile male ego can’t take it that those of us born without a Y chromosome might just be able to kick your ass all over God’s creation, same as you can!
She takes hold of her belt with both hands and shows it to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I am not the top of any lower level you simpering, sniveling little shit, I’m just someone that hasn’t had my chance to show you how wrong you really are yet!
Holding the belt by the top of the shield with her left hand, she reaches around and pats its face with her right.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I got this one in five matches, how many do you really think it would take me if I wanted to move on and was afforded the opportunity the same way you were?
She tosses the belt back onto her shoulder and nods to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Thursday, I’m coming to Denver, I’m coming to the first Throwdown and I’m going to show you and everyone else why not only can the Shieldmaidens hang with man like Skrabz…
Shrugging, she starts to turn sideways, maintaining eye contact with the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We can blow right by him!
She holds her hand out, shaping it like a gun.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Bang!
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