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Post by Admin on Jul 18, 2018 11:54:26 GMT -6
 ***THE MAIN EVENT***#1 Contenders Match for Mile High Wrestling Championship
Robi Jean Mitchell
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"The Adorkable Angel" Azurine VebbinsRoleplay Limit: 2 Roleplay Deadline: Thursday, August 2, 2018 @ 2AM Central Time |
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Post by azurinevebbins on Jul 27, 2018 8:34:49 GMT -6
Gettin’ To Da Center...
[The following promotional material was recorded on Friday, July 20th, 2018. Our usually whimsical “Damsel in Dat Dress” Azurine Vebbins appears to be sporting an edgier look today. She’s dressed in a forest green CLOVERY Casual Baseball Button Jacket, Kelly Green “Suck It Up Buttercup” Fastpitch Softball Shirt, deep green tennis skorts, and a pair of white knee-high socks with royal blue stripes containing the message “OMG BECKY LOOK AT HER BUNT!” Given she’s walking around on a floor recently cleared of debris, that would explain Vebbins’ lack of footwear. She also appears to be carrying a titanium baseball bat in a blue Easton Flipside 3-Tube Hip Quiver attached to her right hip. Spray painted across the foreign object is the phrase “Shieldmaiden Busterella.” Of course, to maintain some semblance of thematic comedy, Azurine is holding a 14-inch long, 5-ounce Charms Giant Oversized Sour Apple Blow Pop in her left hand. To further drive the point home on which National Day July 20th is, Vebbins sticks out her tongue and almost licks the lollipop before delivering her diatribe.] Azurine Vebbins: I nearly defeated you, Robi Jean. Dropped you on da middle of da dance floor couple nights ago. Just like da lollipop in my hand you were nearly licked. Happy National Lollipop Day, by da way. However, ironically, you had a guardian angel...a blessin’ in disguise known as Samanda “Da Title-less” Hamilton. Went wid “Da Titan-less” in my last promotional material and bein’ honest, it lacked poignancy. She walked towards rin’side as a shiny dird wheel or maybe Forge was. Assumed it would be Hamilton given her recent initiation. Samanda’s also not dat bloody slab of meat machine you’re crankin’ eider. Could provide arguments on why Forge was da odd man out on your team, but I’m sure you can follow my previously discussed line of logic in reverse. Almost securin’ da pinfall is why we’re gettin’ paired up for our Main Event dance at da inaugural Dursday Night Drow-down. After all, who do you imagine would be better wipin’ da floor wid, Ms. Self-Appointed and Anointed Number One Contender? Deyr isn’t anyone else, ’cause your next closest competition was brought into da fold like a dress shirt out of da laundry. As for why I say you’re self-appointed and anointed? Well, it rhymes and for many it just seems like a foregone conclusion. It’s you versus Skrabz down in New Orleans at Mile High Wrestlin’s “Good Time” on August 30. Da hometown dame parties down Bourbon Street after becomin’ da NEW Mile High Wrestlin’ Champion. Dat’s da storyline you’re runnin’ in your head, isn’t it? Meanwhile, I have to float back up and find a different road for da pay-per-view? Enjoy your fantasy while it lasts, Mitchell. Yours truly, “Da Adorkable Angel,” and “Da Damsel in Dat Dress” herself has been da primary paver of da road leadin’ to your title contention prevention. It’s also da smood-est one from Da Mile High City to Da Big Easy. Den again, you’ll claim dat da real “Big Easy” will be grapplin’ me. Big since it’s for da Number One Contendership. Easy since you will attempt intimidation via towerin’ over me. You’re not wrong ’bout da first part, but dat second part won’t work. You may be taller, Robi Jean, but you cannot reach my level of determination. Made a point to hurt your head, shoulders, neck, and Jill your jaw up some-din’ fierce. Why? ’Cause you don’t mean “Jack” from where I’m standin’...and I’m not talkin’ ’bout Layton, eider. Of course, I needed substantial stubborness to lift someone six inches higher dan me and den leap up slightly to successfully hit da Pearly Gatekeeper. Might sound repetitious but it’s what my chanters expect to happen since it happened before. Again, it’s like lickin’ a lollipop...after da first, you just want to keep doin’ it until you reach da center. Deyr’s just amplified anticipation in da atmosphere when it happens, y’know? Maybe not since you were havin’ a brief interface wid your maker. Hope it was some divinity ’cause viewin’ pitch-black darkness would be disappointin’. [“The Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins tosses the lollipop off-camera before unsheathing her titanium baseball bat.]Azurine Vebbins: Probably been wonderin’ why a sweet, innocent cherub like myself would be schleppin’ dis? Potential back-up and protection. Would only be a post-match measure. After all, I’m goin’ against da leader of a glorified gaggle.Plus, as da old sayin’ goes “birds of a fead-er flock to-ged-er.” It’s just too monumental of an opportunity for y’all to not swin’ for da fences, y’know? Wanted to provide a fair warnin’ to Carbajal, Layton, Blaque, Donnelly, and/or Hamilton dat should you plan a run-in, I plan on puttin’ scores on da board. Deyr’s also da fact dat Anya’s still findin’ her smile, Tyke will have his hands full wid Forge, and oders have prior commitments and concerns to deal wid. So, I’m brin’in out Shieldmaiden Busterella. Titanium finish clean and all sorts of mean. I’m certain I’ll have more to say as August 2nd draws closer, but for now? Now, I’m goin’ to continue celebratin’ National Lollipop Day. [Our scene ends with “Lollipop” by Sophie Green from the Planet 51 Soundtrack playing audibly in the background as Vebbins is handed back her oversized Charm lollipop again. She slips the aforementioned "Shieldmaiden Busterella" back into her Easton Flipside 3-Tube Hip Quiver. She finally takes a single lick as the Camerasphere VRD App’s stream feed cuts out abruptly.] |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2018 13:03:44 GMT -6
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-- Early 2016 --
She had never been one that made waves in a place like this. She just wanted to do her two years and be done with it. She was in for a minor thing. Witness Tampering. A bullshit charge, really.
Now, she typically would’ve made sure it was known that she was the baddest bitch on the cell block. But right now was not that time. Her time was short, so she figured to let the wanna-be “Alpha Bitches” keep the delusion that they were in fact what they believed themselves to be.
That is, until one day one of the older women who were in for life came to sit beside her.
“How easy it would be to show them who the real bad bitch in here is, isn’t it?”
The woman looked at her and grinned.
“Robi Jean Mitchell. In for a two year stint for Witness Tampering. Born in Plant City, FL. Currently living in New Orleans, LA. Husband, Trenton ‘Forge’ Mitchell. Two kids: Connor and Shanna, ages fifteen. Twins.”
Robi didn’t turn to look at the woman.
“What’s your point? You’re reading that off like I don’t know the information intimately. Or like you’re some U.C. to try and get a beat on the current goings on with the inmates here.”
The woman laughed a good hard belly laugh.
“Nah, Chere. I’m actually here because I have an offer for you.”
Now that did get Robi to turn and look at her.
The woman was older. Probably mid-fifties. It was easy to tell that the woman had had a hard life. She was tall for her age. Hair was, at one point, darker. Now it was showing her age as it was turning grey. Though, she had little in the way of wrinkles. Not real ones anyway.
“And what would that be?”
The older woman laughed.
“Like I said, they…”
She nodded towards the group of women who were currently “frontin’” in front of the others.
“...aren’t the real badasses here. I can tell by how you carry yourself. By how you observe everything. And…”
A small pause.
“...I see how you stood up to Brit there when she came over to try and take your food back when you first got here.”
The woman broke out laughing again.
“What’d that cost ya? A week in solitary?”
Robi snorted.
“Two, actually.”
Robi turned to look at the woman they were currently talking about.
“Bitch should’ve left me be. She wouldn’t’ve ended up with a lost tooth or a broken nose.”
Robi looked back to the woman once again. Upnodding to her.
“So, I’ll ask again.. What’d’ya want?”
She woman turned and looked back to the women in the yard with them.
“Name’s Liza. I used to wrestle back in the day. And I…”
She looked back to Robi.
“...I think you’d make a hell of a wrestler. You’ve got the resolve for it. The right… Je ne sais quoi. If you will.”
It was Robi’s turn to laugh.
“And what makes you think that?”
“It’s the way you carry yourself. It’s how you move. Like a predator. You don’t walk; you stalk. You take in your prey. You’re always ready for a fight. And that… My dear… Is why.”
Robi arched a brow of confusion. And Liza laughed again.
“Trust me, Kid. I can tell.”
Robi looked back out at the yard and lit a smoke.
“And what makes you think that I’d be interested?”
“Because you can prove that you can be the baddest bitch in the ring. And own whatever company you sign with. You’re a Shieldmaiden....”
Robi turned and looked back at the woman.
“And what do you know about it?”
“Oh honey. You don’t honestly think we didn’t know who you were the day you got here? The President of one of the baddest MCs in Louisiana? Why do you think Brit targeted you. She wanted to test you. And let’s just say… You passed. Well, not Brit’s, nor her Mean Girls’, test. But those of us who matter.”
The woman reached over and plucked the cigarette out of Robi’s fingers and claimed it for herself. To which, Robi pulled out and lit another.
“See, Brit isn’t the true power here. And she knows it. She’s only in for a dime. Where as those of us who do matter… The Lifers? We know our own. With that being said... “
Liza pointed to the middle of the yard at the ring.
“Meet me there after dinner. We’ll get started.”
Liza then stood up and walked towards a group of other women who had been watching the scene unfold between her and Robi. And when Brit seen her, she tried to get Liza’s attention. And Robi Jean couldn’t help but to laugh as she seen just how desperate Brit was to be accepted into that upper echelon.
And when Liza ignored her, she turned and stared daggers into Robi. And Robi couldn’t help but to smile.
Case File: NO07.31-01 Open
“You didn’t damn near defeat anyone. Let alone me.”
There was a laugh from the darkness. The screen was still pitch black.
“And you can sit there and think that either Sam or Forge are third wheels all ya want. We all know the truth of it all. You sheep are just blind to admit it. Yeah, I said sheep. ‘Cause that’s what ya are. Sheep. You follow people like Candi Bratton around like little sheep. Bleetin’ in the hopes that she’ll show you some kind of attention. And now that Skrabz is champ, you’ll seen be bleetin’ at his heels.”
“And I’m not sure you’ve been paying attention to the previous shows. But Forge and I have proven to be a team to be reckoned with. So why wouldn’t we welcome someone into that team? Sam’s career, and life, will only benefit from being a Maiden. Contrary to what you and the other sheep want to believe.”
“What’s funny, to me, is you think that you can come in here, after back to back losses, and think you’re a contender for the champ’s belt. What have you done since you been here? Let’s see…”
“You lost to Sam in your bid to go for the Phoenix Championship Belt. You lost the tag team belts at Rise. You lost to me, Forge and Sam two weeks ago. How many losses does that make for you now? I mean, that’s three right there. And the fact that you think you’re anywhere close to being a contender is hilarious to me.”
“You’re right about one thing, though… You are floating back up.. But, that’s totally not because you’re worthy of throwin’ that gold over your shoulder. You do know what else floats to the top of water, right?”
“Shit.”
The stretch of silence from the black screen would make most people believe she was finished. But, alas, she was not.
“Another thing that’s hilarious to me.. Is you thinkin’ you did any actual damage to me. Now, I’ll admit, you got in a cheap shot. And good on ya for that. Best believe it won’t happen again. And I can promise you, you don’t have near the determination I have. People have been bumpin’ gums lately about how I must feel embarrassed that I’m the leader of the Shieldmaidens and the only one without a belt.”
A laugh is heard.
“In fact, it’s quite the opposite. I’m proud of my Maidens. It just so happens that it’s my match against Anaquin is the most talked about match from Rise. It was our match that stole the show. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not reminding people of that fact to down talk my Maidens. I’m showing the people why I’m not embarrassed. Nor should I be. Nor will I be. See, cause come the Pay-Per-View in NOLA… We Maidens will walk out of that arena holding ALL of the belts.”
“Everyone thinks we’re here to simply kick ass and take names. And don’t get me wrong, that’s one of the reasons we’re here. See, when we came into Mile High, that was our only intent. We wanted nothing more than to come into Mile High and kick ass. And then you fuckin’ sheep had to start bleetin’. Bleetin’ ‘bout how we’re rookies and won’t amount to nothin’. ‘Bout how, according to Candi Bratton, a bunch of nobody whores. Well, we seen how well that worked out for Bratton didn’t we? How many times did she get pinned by a Maiden? Twice? And now she’s got Katrina swingin’ from her clit like she’s Tarzan and Candi is… Jane or some shit. Who the fuck knows… or cares, for that matter.”
“And Vebbins, I hate to break it to you.. Someone like you is far from a cherub. Or anything representin’ bein’ angelic. ‘Cause if ya are.. I’m Mother Theresa.”
Robi began to laugh again.
“This ‘glorified gaggle’ has more wins under their belt than you and Anya combined. Three of us are undefeated. Widow, Jackie and myself. I’d say we’re doin’ pretty fuckin’ good. And I aim to keep that trend goin’.”
“And do you honestly believe that a little bat is going to scare any of us? Honey, you better be walkin’ a bit taller and carryin’ a much bigger stick if you think you’re anywhere close to bein’ intimidatin’.”
If anyone was paying attention, they’d hear that that Southern accent was coming from RJ. Something she’d not allowed to show.. Until now.
“So, bring ya big girl panties and a lunch.. Cause you’re gonna be in for a long night.”
Case File: NO07.31-01 Closed
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2018 21:48:36 GMT -6
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-- 31 July 2018 --
Robi had been sitting in the room they held Church in and was replaying her past in her head. She was remembering the day she met Liza. And the day Liza approached her about teaching her how to wrestle. It was one of the best days of her life.
‘Cause now? Now she got to put it to use and make bank on it. However, that night… That night they were going to be voting in a new sister. An actual sister to one, a Maiden sister to the others.
Fianna had come to Robi a couple of weeks before talkin’ to Robi about how she’d talked to her sister, Aerynn Maguire ne’ Donnelly, about joining the Maidens. But that she needed some time to think it over.
Fianna hadn’t hounded Aerynn about it. Nor did Robi hound Fi about it. Robi figured Aerynn would come to her own decision in her own time. And tonight… Was that time.
Robi was waiting for the others to get there after she sent out the mass text message for them to come for Church that night.
So, there she sat..
Before she had time to really zone out into anything, the door opens to find her VP, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, leading in a group that also included Sgt-At-Arms Opehlia “Widow” Blaque-Donnely, Angelique “Angel” LeRoux, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton and Fianna Donnelly. They quickly fill in, taking their spots at the table, Alex on the right side of Robi, Widow on the left and the others down the table. As everyone sat down, Alex looked to Robi.
“¿Quiubo, Parce?”
Robi looked up as the door opened and the crew walked in. She motioned for all of them to sit down and looked to Alex, Angel and Widow.
“We need to go over a few things.”
Alex nodded.
“Ok, what’s on the agenda?”
“A couple of things, actually.”
Robi picked up the gavel and brought it down.
“Church is in session.”
And looked at those gathered.
“First order of business.. And this will only need the votes of the officers.. Making Fianna, Jackie and Samantha voting members of the Maidens.”
She nodded to Alex.
“Your opinion?”
Alex nodded back.
“Of course, yay.”
She looked to Angel.
“Yours?”
Angel grinned and nodded.
“Of course it’s a yay.”
And then Robi looked to Widow.
“You ain’t even gotta ask me, Sugar. You know my answer.”
Robi laughed.
“Ya gotta say it for it to be official.”
Widow rolled her eyes playfully. And Robi looked to Alex.
“Did this bitch just roll her eyes at me?”
Robi laughed and Widow joined her.
“Fine. Yay..”
She paused a moment.
“...bitch.”
Robi grinned at the SGT-at-Arms.
“Best one in Louisiana.”
She looked to the others.
“Welcome to being a voting members, ladies.”
She motioned to the seats.
“Take another seat as voting members of the Shieldmaidens.”
Fi is shocked, but stands from the outter seats and moves to the table.
Sam, on the other hand, looks far more confident. She chuckles softly at the banter, an appreciative smirk showing on her face as Widow dares to roll her eyes at Robi, before nodding and taking a new seat among the other voting members.
Jackie steps forward and sits at the table, pleasantly surprised to be there.
Robi nodded to each one as they sat down. Taking a deep breath, she looked to Fi in a knowing manner.
“Fi, go down and get her.”
Fi nods and heads downstairs. Meanwhile, Robi looks to Sam.
“Sam, would you go get one of the blank cuts, please? And grab a few of the patches while you’re at it.”
Offering little more than a quick “Sure” and affirmative nod, Sam stands up and walks off to go gather the cuts and patches RJ asked for. Alex cocks her head to the left slightly.
“Get… her?”
Robi slid a glance to Alex and nodded.
“Mhm. Her.”
And then she nodded to the door as Fi walked in and behind her.. A familiar face to them. One Aerynn Donnelly-Maguire.
“Her.”
Sam returned with the patches and cut right as Aerynn Donnelly-Maguire entered. She would be one of the few people who didn’t immediately recognize the other woman. Yet, she didn’t ask or question. Those would be revealed in time; at least, Samantha felt certain about that.
Instead, she set the items in question down and rejoined the others down at the table.
Alex stares over at Aerynn in what appears to be a pleasant state of surprise.
“¿Señora Martillo?”
“The one and only.”
She stood up and bid Aerynn to stand at the other end of the table. Aerynn looked at those gathered and then moved to the foot of the table as Robi motioned her to do.
Robi then sat back down and looked to the red haired beauty across the table from her. She sat silent for a moment and then she looked to the others.
“Aerynn Elizabeth Donnelly-Maguire. Currently signed with HYBRID. But, has been a motorcycle enthusiast for a number of years. Also, does underground fighting. Which, from what I’ve heard from Fi, you’re very good at.”
Aerynn gave a Cheshire grin and half shrugged.
“I do fair t’ midlan’ at it. But thank ye fer tha recognition.”
Robi nodded and looked around the room.
“Fianna came to be a few weeks ago lettin’ me know that she had talked to her sister about joining the Maidens. Aerynn said that she needed time to think it over and would let Fi know one way or the other.”
She looked back to Aerynn and smiled.
“And as you can see, she made the choice to join us. Now, Aerynn.. Tell us what you think you have to offer that we don’t already have.”
Aerynn gave a kind of laugh at the question.
“How many o’ ye are inta underground fightin’? From wha’ Fi has told me, none o’ ye are. Like I said, I’m fair at it. Make good money wit’ it. An’ I’ve no’ lost a fight t’ date. An’ I been doin’ this fer years. Stopped only long ‘nough while my husband was in prison. E’er since then, I’ve been a body guard an’ fer tha last four years, I’ve been in wrestling. First in tha Unchained Wrestling Alliance an’ now wit’ HYBRID. But, seein’ as how ye’ve all b’come a new family o’ sorts t’ my baby sister, I figured why not. I get to’ ride wit’ m’ sister ‘gain an’ get an extended family on top o’ it. ‘Sides, I can more than happily say tha’ I welcome each o’ ye inta m’ family either way. An’ I have as much knowledge in things tha’ go boom as Fi does. A little more so wit’ firearms. She’s still got her IRA connections.. I got mine.”
Robi nodded.
“Thank you, Aerynn. Would you step outside please?”
Aerynn nodded and turned to head out of the room. That’s when Robi looked at the rest of the Maidens.
“Well.. Before we vote, thoughts?”
Alex nodded.
“Her husband is who trained me to fight and she helped. Anything I’ve shown you, Robi, that’s where I learned it from.”
Sam nods, her smirk having seemed to expand since she was given the role of a voting member.
“I like her. Underground is where I started. I think I could learn to get along with her really well, frankly. Seems like a good woman to me.”
Jackie looked up.
“She was always good to me in Las Vegas too, just like Fi has been here.”
Widow looked around. Remaining silent for the moment. So, it was Angel who spoke up.
“For once, I don’t have anything negative to say. Like Sam said, she seems like Maiden material. As you well know, Robi, I did some underground fighting myself. Still do sometimes. So, perhaps with her added to our ranks would be a good thing.”
And now it was all down to Widow. She sat there, arms propped up on the arms of the chair and her mouth covered by her hands.
“Hmm. And does she know that we’re not exactly the good guys over in Mile High? I mean, she’s one of the good guys over in HYBRID.”
Fi sat up and looked at Widow.
“She knows how t’ keep thin’s separate. While she’s in HYBRID, she’s one thin’. But here? She moved here t’ be closer t’ me. Her, her husband an’ their kids. Who are absolutely adorable, by tha way.”
Widow inhaled deeply and shrugged.
“I got nothin’ then.”
Robi nodded.
“Ok, the second part of this vote is.. Do we allow her to come in as a legacy and by-pass the prospect role and bring her in as a fully patched member? Alex?”
She nodded to Alex.
“Isn’t her partner over in Hybrid... Khary’s sister?”
Fi looked over and nodded.
“Aye, she is. Her best friend, Ashley Kenyon.”
Alex nodded again.
“Sure sounds legacy to me.”
Robi then looked to Jackie.
“Jax?”
Jackie shrugs.
“She’s got connections to two of us, plus to other members of our family? Sounds legacy enough.”
Robi nodded. And then looked at Sam.
“Sam?”
“I don’t see why not. She seems eager, willing, and able to help out. No sense in delaying her joining process. The more, the merrier, yeah?”
Robi nodded again and looked to Fi. And the Irish woman laughed.
“Ye nae e’en need t’ ask m’ opinion. Ye already know. But, cause it needs t’ be said.. Legacy all tha way.”
And then Robi looked to Widow.
“I don’t see any reason not to let her be a legacy patch.”
And then without needing to even be asked, Angel spoke up.
“I’m all in.”
Robi nodded and looked at all gathered.
“Ok, official vote to let Aerynn Donnelly-Maguire to join the Shieldmaidens as a full patch. Alex?”
“Aye”
Robi looked over to Angel.
“Aye.”
Then to Widow.
“Aye from me.”
Then to Sam.
“Hell aye! Let’s do this!”
Next to Fi.
“Really?”
She sighed playfully.
“Aye. O’ course!”
And then to Jackie.
“Aye.”
She picked up the gavel and gave it a pound.
“The ‘Aye’s have it. Fi, bring her in.”
Fi stood, went to the door and opened it. Motioning for her sister to come on in. To which, Aerynn walked back into the room and stood at the table once again as Robi stood to address her.
“Aerynn Maguire. You have been judged.. And found…”
Yes, she paused for dramatic purposes. And to watch Aerynn sweat a little.
“...To be a Shieldmaiden!”
Robi nodded over to Fi who picked up the cut and handed it to her.
“Now, you can don that cut when you get those patches sewed on.”
Aerynn looked as happy as a an otter in the water.
“Oi, ‘M so happy!”
Aerynn then laid the cut on the table with pride and started sewing on the patches while Fi, Widow, Angel, Alex, Jackie, Sam and herself let out a cheer and a clap. And to end the session, Robi picked up the gavel and brought it down onto the table.
“Church is adjourned.”
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“I think what the people who don’t know me that well versus the people that know me very well… Collectively, if I die, for any reason, today, don’t really know me. At my funeral, a rare few would know what to say. Hell, we barely know ourselves.”
“But, at the end of the day, that’s just circus level shit. I think the thing is, the reason I’ve gotten to the level I am today is because… ‘I’ am misunderstood. I’m not malicious or against everything. I’m the kind of person, who, if you’re breakin’ the rules? I’m not gonna say anything. I’m gonna look at it like, ‘Who fuckin’ cares?’”
“There are times when I don’t feel like I fit in any kind of social setting. But then I get reminded of where I belong. And that is as President, and founder, of the Shieldmaidens. That is that I am Forge’s wife. That I am my children’s mother.”
“All of those things.. All of those reasons… Remind me of the life I have. And it’s perfect.”
“Some would say I have a lot of anger built up. Some would even say that I have a chip on my shoulder. And they’re wrong. I’m not angry. I don’t have a chip on my shoulder. All of you people keep forgettin’… We’re not the good guys here. We come in, we see somethin’ we want, we go for it.”
“Do we do blitz attacks? Sure. However, it’s to make a statement. The statement of ‘We’re Here.’”
“It’s in our motto. And everyone keeps trying to poke the already riled up bear. Do ya’ll think that’s smart? You poke the riled up bear and then ya’ll bitch because the bear turns around and mauls your dumb asses.”
When the picture came to life, she was out in the middle of the woods. It was apparent that someone was holding the camera instead of it being on a tripod like usual.
“Do you really think these people are smart enough not to poke the bear, Baby Girl?”
Came the voice behind the camera. It was fairly obvious that the owner of the voice was Forge.
Robi turned around to give him a look and then shook her head as she gave a small laugh. She turned back around and started walking again.
“See, Vebbins, you’re one of those people. You know nothin’ about me. You know nothin’ about my life. Yet you sit there and try to analyze me. That is your first mistake. Your second mistake was speakin’ on that forgone, and completely wrong, knowledge.”
“You wanna bring a bat to our match? Go for it. Like I said yesterday, if you think that’s supposed to scare us, you got another think comin’. We’re far from being scared of you. ‘I’M’ far from being scared of you. As for me standin’ over you. Why would I care to?”
She bent over to pick up a rather large stick. And of course, the camera zoomed in on to her ass.
“If you’re zoomed in on my ass..”
She threatened and we could hear Forge laughing.
“Turn about is fair play, Baby Girl.”
She straightens up and looks at the stick.
“I did tell you, though.. To walk a bit taller and carry a bigger stick. Yet you keep insistin’ on that stupid fuckin’ bat. At any rate… People commentin’ about your.. ‘Extra-curricular’ activities and shit is just beatin’ a dead horse. There’s no point. At first, it was amusin’. Now? Now it’s just sad.”
“No one cares that you have a lover who happens to also be your mistress. No one cares about whatever fucking ‘National Day’ it is. Yet you keep insistin’ on shovin’ it in our faces.”
“At any rate, I digress. You wanna call this a grudge match. This is far from a grudge match. If you’d like, I will agree to a grudge match. But it would be a hardcore, no DQ and falls count anywhere type of match. Meanin’ we get to bring and use anything we want in that match. So, if you’re up for that? I say then we’d have a true grudge match goin’.”
She sighed heavily.
“Too many fuckin’ people bleetin’ around behind the curtains. They do even more bleetin’ when something doesn’t go their way. Ginger bleeted; then got herself knocked up. Deuce bleeted and he was GM of MHW for a little while. Until he proved to be just as worthless as we all thought he was. Now, Candi Bratton has Katrina all up in her twat for some fucked up reason.”
“Do you know the real reason you were approached to face Jackie and Widow at Rise? It’s because Rob felt sorry for you. For you and Anya both. And the both of you dropped the ball. Jackie and Widow walked out of Rise as the Tag Team Champions. They walked out of there with the gold over THEIR shoulders. Hell, you lost a spot for the Phoenix Championship to Sam. Another place you could’ve walked out with the gold thrown over your shoulder. That is, if you could’ve gotten past Alex.”
“Which, let’s be honest here, Alex would’ve eaten you alive.”
As she walked she had taken out her own knife and began to cut the bark off the tree branch that she’d been carrying.
“So, come tomorrow night? You’ll find out exactly why we Maidens don’t die easy. You’ll find out why we just die bloody.”
“Don’t forget, Vebbins… Hell is Empty; And the Maidens are here.”
Case File: NO08.01-02 Closed
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Post by azurinevebbins on Aug 2, 2018 0:45:02 GMT -6
Who Really Wants It More?
[The following promotional material was recorded earlier today, August 1st, 2018 at 5:59 a.m. Eastern Standard Time. Our hopeful heroine “The Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins makes one more good faith effort. As she will soon explain, she’s spending most of the day with her gracious girlfriend Alyssa Daniels. However, the wee morning hours see “Da Damsel in Dat Dress” looking at a serene sunrise and Rittenhouse Square relatively close in the distance. She subtly sips a cup of French Roast coffee and puts on her cheeriest of dispositions. Her clouds may have silver linings, but Vebbins isn’t one to rain on someone’s parade without due cause.]
Azurine Vebbins: Happy early mornin’, folk! Currently spendin’ da day in Philadelphia wid my sweet-heart Alyssa. Happy National Girlfriends as well as Spider-Man’s Day. As wise Uncle Ben Parker said “Wid great power comes great responsibility.” In a cracked nutshell dat describes what Robi Jean Mitchell and I face tomorrow. It’s da inaugural grapplin’ gala known as Mile High Wrestlin’ “Dursday Night DrowDown.” Like a rocket, we are bein’ drust into da Main Event, da showstoppin’ number, and I plan on doin’ every-din’ in my power to make sure chanters remember our fight fondly. Also, I really hope we can keep “Match of Da Night” wid-in our respective orbit. Dat last accolade won’t be easy given how stacked tomorrow’s card is. Den again, da crownin’ of a new champion, a Champion versus Champion clash, or a Flamin’ Tables tussle cannot compare wid settlin’ a stubborn score. Know I’m laborin’ da point like a second trimester, but tomorrow night is my opportunity to go one-over da Shieldmaiden President when deyr are no oder elements to factor in. Doubters could suggest Robi Jean has an ace up her sleeve, but “Da Damsel in Dat Dress” has viewed dose Shieldmaiden cuts before. Along wid many oder noble characteristics, dey lack sleeves. Only on rare occasions do I dance sleeveless...like tonight wid Alyssa when headin’ to Da Trestle Inn. Might have one adult beverage since dey serve Angel’s Envy Bourbon. Shouldn’t, however, since “Da Adorkable Angel” should be prepared for da soberin’ reality tomorrow brin’s.
Again, my mind twirls back to dat aphorism of wid great power comes great responsibility as it relates to soberin’ reality. Winnin’ tomorrow means I will be tasked wid competin’ for da Mount Elbert of championships here in Mile High. Cheap pop I know given it’s da highest peak in all of Colorado but it helps to know your audience. And aye, yea, aye I know some of da chanters will be sportin’ Shieldmaiden shirts. Dose people errantly believe it’s cool to cheer on da loomin’ lunacy. Of course few din’s are crazier dan a dame from some far-flung island in da Pacific bein’ given dis golden opportunity. Plus, similar to my homeland of Phloriphornia, I fully expect to be isolated... save for da zebra, Robi Jean, and da chanters’ calls crashin’ against our eardrums like typhoon waves. Mentioned dat over hurricanes since it’s da aquatic natural disaster we experience back home. Pretty sure I’ll be gettin’ Scorpions vibes when skirtin’ ’round da rin’ at Da Smoodie Kin’ Center. Won’t say it outright but deyr most classic song title is what sprung up. No, it’s not “Winds Of Change” even if Klaus Meine’s whistle’s an earworm unto itself.
Still, in your external occipital protuberance you might be questionin’ what great power does dis lass possess? How can she measure up to such a formidable foe Mile High Wrestlin’ felt compelled to be dis show’s poster model? I acted as middlewoman when she met her maker once and dat’s all da assurance I need to do so again. Personally, I didn’t expect to leap da eight or nine inches necessary to clear over Mitchell and strike wid da Pearly Gatekeeper. Adrenaline and unbridled fury must have mixed to-ged-er for me to connect wid it. Still, if it happened before, den it can happen again. Despite popular belief, lightnin’ can strike da same place twice...how else do you imagine lightnin’ rods work? In essence, dat’s da great power I plan on summonin’...da ability to turn da unbelievable believable.
Bottom line and catchphrases aside...’cause you and I can snap dem off like suplexes...my story is more compellin’ dan yours, Mitchell. I continue fightin’ even when da odds are stacked like a janky Jenga tower. Defeated Carbajal in a Dree-Way Dance and bested Hamilton in a No Disqualification Match. When I sweep you off your feet, dat will be a hat trick of memorable victories I have against Shieldmaidens. Would be four, but Jackie “Bandit” Layton needed her posse to render me unconscious and den she pinned me.
Conversely, your strin’ of triumphs were usually only half yours, weren’t dey, Robi Jean? Since my arrival, you’ve competed in four tag-team matches and one Singles match. Dree of dose team-ups were wid your cheap hunk of clunk husband Forge. You two possess so much palpable chemistry dat da rational amongst us would suggest couples counselin’ upon sufferin’ a loss. To a lesser degree but all da same dat conclusion could also apply to Ophelia “Widow” Blaque. Shieldmaidens work better when rubbin’ off one anoder usin’ a hive mentality. Dey also prefer to swarm dose opposed to deyr amoral annexation.
So, again, how is my story more compellin’? Well, my positive outcomes, even disputed ones, were solely earned. I’ve faced genuine adversity whereas you pretty much coasted. Your story also lacks drama, comedy, intrigue, or even a climax. My drama stems from findin’ da right rhy-dim and buildin’ our dance into a genuine grudge. Sure you don’t have any axes to grind over da fact dat it takes at least two Shieldmaidens to drop me? Meanwhile, I dropped you wid a single patented finisher, didn’t I? Can deny all you want but re-watchin’ our Six-Person Intergender Tag dat’s exactly what happened. My comedy comes ’bout when informin’ chanters of what holy day or holiday to revel in and celebrate. Some land, some don’t, but most brin’ smiles to dose who ponder pleasantly. As for intrigue? Simple. It’s what I’ve been discussin’ dis whole time...da diminutive outperformin’ da perceived mighty. As for my climax, it hasn’t been reached yet. Heard a podcast personality on “Mile High Uncut” ask “Who wants it more?” in reference to our bodyslammin’ ballet. Know wholeheartedly da answer is me since as I just stated I plan to outperform you. After all, yours truly is very much on da rise slash upswin’ here in Mile High. You, on da oder hand, Robi Jean Mitchell will be plateauin’ in a few short hours. Not all dat certain how you will rally after da loss, but I’m doin’ my best to wait and find out.
[“The Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins then smiles, waves, and turns off her trademark Camerasphere Video Recording Device. The last image prior to the application ending the transmission is of “Da Damsel in Dat Dress” walking hand-in-hand with her girlfriend out of a very plush apartment.]
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