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Post by Admin on Aug 2, 2018 12:25:08 GMT -6
 "The Adorkable Angel" Azurine Vebbins
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Alex "Bullet" CarbajalRoleplay Limit: 2 Roleplay Deadline: Thursday, August 9, 2018 @ 2AM Central Time |
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Post by azurinevebbins on Aug 5, 2018 21:59:45 GMT -6
National Underwear Day [Laughter along with Jason Mraz saying “It’s Laundry Day!” can be heard over the Dungeon Public Address (P.A.) System. The phrase comes from his single “Geek In The Pink” which begins playing as “The Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins carries a large basket of upper as well as lower pairs of unmentionables. Today, August 5th, being National Underwear Day just makes the whole scene serendipitous. To color coordinate with the tune being crooned, Vebbins glides in sporting a Hot Pink Vogue Forefront Satin Pink Kimono Bathrobe. She loads various pair of panties, g-strings, and thongs into the washing machine.]Azurine Vebbins: Mornin’, folk! Caught “Da Damsel in Dat Dress” wid-out one given I’m washin’ my weekly load of unmentionables. Speakin’ of dirty laundry, I will be competin’ versus a member of da Shieldmaidens dis week on Mile High Wrestlin’s Dursday Night DrowDown. It’s as close to a rematch dat eider of us wanted. By dat description you probably guessed it...I’m facin’ Alex “Bullet” Carbajal. I have da utmost respect for her skills as a grappler. As Phoenix Champion, dough, she’s deignin’ and descendin’ rad-er dan reignin’ and defendin’. Took four of you orchestratin’ in concert wid each oder to defeat Skrabz. Layton and Blaque distract da referee, Mitchell struck wid Maiden’s Mercy, and den you connect wid your conclusive catchphrase finisher. Managed to show some restraint as Shieldmaiden Number Six and Fianna Donnelly didn’t interfere. Maybe dey were deyr so everyone was present, eh? Can’t have anyone appear conspicuous by deyr absence. Den again, maybe Angel Smid should be checkin’ for managerial licenses before you pull dat stunt again. Could also have a second referee patrol da outside when two or more Shieldmaiden feel compelled to view from da arena floor. Would draw focus to where it belongs...between you and I, Alex. “Da Adorkable Angel” understands if you really want to have a sin’le voice cheerin’ for you. In dat case, da best bets would eider be Layton since she’s your girlfriend or Donnelly ’cause she has an active valet license, right? After all, deyr should be serious ramifications if your crew’s been masqueradin’ dis whole time as attendants wid-out proper identification. Of course, much like oder din’s, maybe what’s illegal elsewhere is legal in Denver? By hook, crook, or loopholes took...dat would be your angle to finagle. [Vebbins pulls out the various undergarments from the washing machine and tosses them into the dryer. She performs a grapevine exercise with her legs while twisting her torso. Upon getting everything loaded, a second laundry basket appears. Azurine places the second load into the washing machine, which appears to be a different live-in’s lingerie collection, adds detergent, and then lets both machines commence their cycles. With everything in working order, “The Adorkable Angel” continues verbally shooting her aggressive adversary.]Azurine Vebbins: Same could be argued for me when proclaimin’ dat you’re da lone Shieldmaiden who hasn’t defeated me. Da trude is dat we were involved in a Dree-Way Dance. Since you did not score da pinfall, your record versus me appears as a loss. Maybe dat’s why you might display some gumption and sashay your sorry sass alone. No one else in your “gang” needs to send me a message. Maybe Shieldmaiden Number Six ’cause da strap on her waist is of da “toss away” variety. It’s a participation placation, isn’t it? I mean, some-din’ so Six knows her value and dat you all have her number in mind. After all, she’s just one woman so why would she ever challenge Layton and Blaque for da Tag-Team Championships? She also lost to you in a grandstandin’ initiation for your belt. Infightin’ just wouldn’t be prudent. Den deyr’s da top of your food chain...da President who I T-Bone tenderized more like a steak dan suplex...Robi Jean Mitchell. I only brin’ her up for two reasons. A. She claimed you would eat me alive. 2. Had I pursued and dropped her wid my patented Pearly Gatekeeper, den I would be da one headin’ into “Good Time” as Number One Contender for da Mile High Wrestlin’ Championship. Your rollin’ elbow has incredible impact, Alex, but dat Dragon Suplex into a Two-Handed Jawbreaker? Dat has real stoppin’ power. Still, as I tweeted afterwards, I intend to find anoder way to have a “Good Time” on August 30. Hence, deyr’s no-din’ I can do regardin’ dat second point. Da first, however, dat is some-din’ wid-in my power to prevent. As mentioned earlier, I’m da blemish on your record, Carbajal. Losin’ to me again means I will earn a Phoenix Championship opportunity in da future. Conversely, if you manage to tiptoe into triumph, den you’ll be paddlin’ in da same boat as Shieldmaiden Number Six. How? You two will want a rubber match to prove you are da greater grappler. Don’t fret, dough. Despite my current residence latex won’t be used in eider dance. Plannin’ to finish dis laundry in one, two, five shakes of a lamb’s tail. It’s dree, Azzy. Right. Dree shakes of a lamb’s tail. Funny how it’s da same number dat needs to be counted prior to da tossin’ of da Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch. Needed to fill my nerdy film reference quota, right? Biggest difference is dat da French Taunters, Knights Who Say Ni, and Da Black Knight will sound rational in comparison to some diabolic dame believin’ God is a bullet. [Our scene ends with “The Adorkable Angel” rotating laundry. She places her unmentionables from the dryer into her clothes basket. Vebbins then moves the second load of lingerie into the dryer. After loading up the dryer, Azurine walks away content. Why is she content? Her garments are as clean as the win she plans to achieve this upcoming Thursday night.] |
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Post by Bullet on Aug 7, 2018 16:40:38 GMT -6
Off-Camera
8/6/18
Twisted Steel Garage
New Orleans, Louisiana
Working in the garage on big projects was something that Alex “Bullet” Carbajal found to exceptionally soothing to her. Hours would go by and it never felt as long as it should have been according to the clock. Sometimes her boss, Trenton “Forge” Mitchell, or one of her fellow Shieldmaidens would have to come down from their clubhouse to tell her it was time for her leave just to eat. Now, she stands in the garage, staring at the 1969 Dodge Charger she’s currently working on and starts wiping the grease off her hands before it gets all over the white tank top she was wearing even more than it already was. Thankfully, she hadn’t gotten it all over her jeans, boots or face yet.
As she looks at the car, now with all the
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: How does it look so far, Jack?
Bandit cocks her head and shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Like you’ve done a lot of work and still have a lot to go, but at least it has more than a frame now. It’s actually starting to look like a Charger again.
Bullet nods, crossing her arms.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I’ll have to call Braxton again and hope Tatum doesn’t try and have him mess with us again this time. He tried to gouge me on the last part for the panhead.
Bandit nods knowingly. Jackson Tatum was almost notorious for such things in certain circles but he was also universally known as THE guy who could get you any part you may need for any kind of moving, motorized vehicle and be able to do it inside of a few days. Nobody liked doing business with him but if you worked in the repair and restoration business, he made too much sense to bypass him for somebody else who might not be able to get you the part and likely even if they can, it won’t be fast enough to matter.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: How can Braxton stand working for him?
Exhaling a deep breath, Bullet shrugs slightly, her arms remaining folded across her chest.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: When has much of anything Stanford Braxton has done outside of the actual research made sense?
Bandit ponders this for a second and then giggles. Stanford Braxton had been a star athlete once upon a time, just like his boss had. They’d both played with K’Andre Miller and Eddie Anderson, though, neither Braxton nor Tatum had been as good a player or made the same type of money that Miller and Anderson were.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yeah, I suppose that’s true. Forge should have hired him to just scout parts for him here. You’re his biggest customers anyway and it seems stupid to let that bastard Tatum keep the money based on all of poor Braxton’s work.
Bullet can’t help but smile.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I have thought of this before but Braxton is a loyal man. He and Tatum go way back, I think they played together in school too. It would be like asking me to leave here so as not to allow you to earn on my work. I could not do such a thing and neither can Braxton. It would be unthinkable to him.
Bandit nods sadly and yet in proud acknowledgement.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Does make you have to respect the man, that kind of loyalty. It is a rare thing these days.
Bullet nods her agreement. She steps forward and leans down to inspect the wheel well on the front passenger side of the car.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: He found me a great set of wheels for this. I thought it would take much longer and yet he found them in an hour, had them here in two days.
She stands back up and exhales heavily again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sometimes, I wish I could just stay in here working on things all the time. No have to worry about Salazar, Marchand, Juanito, Jackson Kerr, Kallahan, Mile High Wrestling or…
Shrugging, Bullet trails off, not really wanting to go down her entire list of things that could possibly bother her on a daily, sometimes hourly basis. Knowing Bandit was not going to stop her always made it feel even worse to her when she had a moment like this.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But then I remember…
She nods again, a small smile creeping across her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And besides, Sam will be here soon and then it will be time to go take care of a couple of things and we would not want to keep the Titaness waiting, especially when she came all the way back from Denver for this.
Bandit nods slowly. She hated to see her best friend feeling like this. It didn’t happen that often but she knew how Bullet would get if it was allowed to fester for too long.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Where are we going?
Happy to have the subject change, Bullet’s expression becomes serious in a hurry.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Salazar wanted another meet after we didn’t meet with Marco and Benny this weekend.
Bandit just stares at Bullet and then nods slowly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What does that mean?
Bullet sighs aloud.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Probably that he will be a smug caremonda!
She shakes her head as the sound of a motorcycle rolls in from the direction of the parking lot Bandit takes a glance out and then nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: It’s Sam.
In comes The Titaness, wearing her cut and an all black outfit, consisting of jeans, a tank top, and boots. If looks alone could kill, she may very well risk doing just that to both Bandit and Bullet. Her eyes close as she takes a deep breath first, looking over to Bullet after regaining most of her composure.
Sam "Titaness" Hamilton: I can only promise to try to behave. But right now, I’m on a slightly shorter than usual fuse due to Vebbins. Either way … I’m here, ready to help you out, and … for just about anything else, if needed. A fight, physical or verbal, literally anything. In fact, I’d honestly be fine getting some frustrations out …
Her thought trails off as she allows the two other Shieldmaidens to complete the unfinished sentence. Sam gives both an affirmative nod, indeed looking very eager to head out and ride to wherever they need to go. Bullet nods knowingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Salazar called for another meet because we failed to meet with Marcos and Benny this weekend. Knowing him, he may give you an excuse to…
She trails off before nodding pointedly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Indulge yourself.
Bandit frowns.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Are you sure that would be a good idea, Ale?
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Probably not but it would make at least two of us feel better if she did get to deck the caremonda!
Sam’s head tilted slightly, raising an eyebrow as she heard there was supposed to be a meeting over the weekend. She opens her mouth, starting to ask when that message was delivered, but decides against it.
Sam "Titaness" Hamilton: Ehh … better late than never. Okay, so .. come on. We’re riding out again I’m guessing, yes? Also, a list of these names would eventually be helpful; because when I hear about some ‘Salazar’, ‘Marcos’ or ‘Benny’, I can only think ‘Who the fuck?’. It’d probably help out to actually know who they really are ahead of time.
Samantha takes a few seconds to tie her hair into a ponytail before sitting on top of her motorcycle - which she did use to ride down - and begins putting her visor on while waiting for the others to get ready. Bullet grabs her kutte and pops it on over her tank top, heading over to her bike while Bandit walks over to hers.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Salazar Mejia is my cousin. He’s the new head of the cartel in America. He’s also a smug pig who seems to be enamored with you, which…
She nods in visible annoyance.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Happens often with him. He will not be pleased today because I blew off the meeting he wanted me to take with Marcos and Benny.
She pauses, seeing the look on Sam’s face at the mention of these two names.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Marcos Barrios is the cartel’s liason with the Russians and handles all of their business arrangements. Benny “The Bull” Aguilar is Marcos’s right hand and muscle. The reason I did not want to take that meeting is that Benny likes to test loyalty by demanding that those who meet with them get high with them and he also likes to spike the cocaine with LSD sometimes…
Another trail off and another nod, this one with sad resignation behind it.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Or other things, so he can watch you trip balls for his amusement. You never know if he has or has not until it is too late.
Sam remains quiet as the names are better explained to her. A visible frown crosses her face as Alex goes on about Benny’s … ‘tradition’, slowly shaking her head.
Sam "Titaness" Hamilton: Well .. you’re right about one thing. They very likely won’t be happy. Because I don’t touch any of that shit. In any form or fashion, for that matter. Never have, never will. I’d rather do a fucking blood oath than cocaine one. He doesn’t like that, well … tough.
Another deep breath is heard as Sam grips the handlebars, already steeling herself for a long and very difficult night ahead of herself.
Sam "Titaness" Hamilton: I get the feeling they’re not very patient, so let’s not make it any worse.
Sam proceeds to start up the ignition of her motorcycle, but doesn’t move. Mainly in case the meeting’s going to be held elsewhere which, if that is true, would mean Bullet or Bandit would need to lead the way. Bullet and Bandit fire their bikes up and Bullet takes the lead. Twenty minutes later, the three of them pull into a driveway of a small single-wide trailer that looks wholly out of place in this neighborhood as it is surrounded by McMansions that all seem to be the kind of place somebody buys when they want to look much better off than they really are. They kill their engines and step off their bikes, leaving their helmets with the bikes.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What is he doing in this dump?
Sam can’t help but snicker as they arrive at their destination. Her head shakes as she follows suit and drapes her own helmet over the right handlebar, effectively ‘attaching’ it to her bike.
Sam "Titaness" Hamilton: Crappy hideout spot for an equally vile man. He’s honest enough, I suppose.
Bullet can’t help but laugh.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Hoping you have that very reaction. This way, he’s hiding in plain sight. He is probably hoping to build a real mansion here eventually and suddenly be the biggest…
She shakes her head, stopping herself from using the word she was thinking of and leads the other two to the door. Two knocks later and they are invited inside, quickly being shown to what passes for a living room in this rather small domicile. There, sitting on a bright orange shag couch, is the man they came to see, Salazar Mejia. Upon making eye contact, Bullet just shakes her head in disgust.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Why are you dressed like Scarface, Salazar?
Salazar shrugs, smirking playfully.
Salazar Mejia: Why not? It suits me, yes?
Bullet crosses her arms and Salazar nods.
Salazar Mejia: ¡Y tú me das papaya!
He stands up and the smirk turns lascivious as he moves his gaze to Sam.
Salazar Mejia: ¡La estatua es muy sabrosa!
Having walked inside with her friends, Sam opts to use one of the walls, leaning carefully against it and allowing the others to handle this. That is … until Salazar notes and speaks to her. Samantha rolls her eyes, moving her head from side to side before swiftly - and more elegantly than anyone may expect - reply to him. But not in English.
Sam "Titaness" Hamilton: También estoy tomado. Como en no solo. Mala suerte.
She then waves her hand through the air, very similar to the ‘shoo’ or ‘go away’ motion, hinting how she feels about the talk. Salazar’s smirk deepens.
Salazar Mejia: I like her, Aleja, you should keep this one around!
Bullet bristles at him.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What do you want, Salazar?
Salazar shrugs as if there is no problem at all.
Salazar Mejia: Why did you not meet with Marcos and Benny?
Bullet shoots him a look that could set ice on fire.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You know why.
This answer only serves to tickle Salazar.
Salazar Mejia: You never had a problem with that before, Aleja. America is making you soft…
He turns and walks back towards the small kitchen, shaking his head.
Salazar Mejia: With Robi Jean’s legal status, you are the head of the Shieldmaidens in these matters, Aleja, and you, of all people, know better than to do what you did this weekend. Marcos will not be pleased that you stood him up… again.
Bullet just glares back.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Marcos will live.
Salazar Mejia: His patience has limits, even for you!
Bullet rolls her eyes. This was a speech she’d heard a million times before.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What is he going to do, tell on me? “Oh, Alejandra refused to come over and play Monopoly over drinks and cocaine that Benny decided to try out his new designer purple haze on. Send her to bed with no dessert!”
Salazar turns and stares at her incredulously.
Salazar Mejia: You think he would just say you can’t have ice cream?
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I do not care what he would say I can or cannot have, I just did not wish to be jincha!
Salazar nods to Bandit.
Salazar Mejia: What of her, she could have done it for you!
Bullet shakes her head.
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Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Jack does not do that anymore.
Salazar Mejia: ¿Y la estatua?
Bullet shakes her head again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: She never do it in the first place.
Sam "Titaness" Hamilton: Nor do I have any intentions on trying it. Cigarette, LDS, whatever the fuck. Nope. I’ll reject them all.
Sam crosses her own arms, looking rather similar to Bullet - at least in pose and how she’s feeling about this talk.
Sam "Titaness" Hamilton: You just said it yourself not too long ago. If Bullet technically is in charge, then all of you need to respect that status, as well as her decisions. Like them? Nah. Maybe not. But if these things truly are her verdict … there’s nothing more to really talk about. Unless there is another topic, but with this? Sounds like we’re pretty much done.
Salazar wheels at Sam and his eyes narrow, the smile gone when he looks at her for the first time.
Salazar Mejia: That is not your call to make, Estatua.
Her fists clench as she quickly corrects Salazar.
Sam "Titaness" Hamilton: Sam! Samantha! Titaness! Even bitch would be better! But those are my names. Now fucking use one of them!
Salazar nods grimly.
Salazar Mejia: No matter what I call you, it is still not your call.
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Es la verdad. ¡Es mi decisión!
She walks over to her cousin and looks him dead in the eyes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I will go see Marcos, but I will do it when I am goddamn good and ready, do you understand me, Salazar? I know what it will entail and I did not wish to partake when I had just knocked the World Champion on his ass. Now that match is over with and I can concentrate on other matters. I can even manage the meeting alone if need be. People will find that the Shieldmaidens ARE capable of doing things on our own when the situation calls for it.
She nods pointedly and then glances back at Bandit and Sam.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We can go in full force or we can go solo but we always have each other’s backs.
Turning back to Salazar, she leans in closer, almost touching him.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Siempre! ¿Entiendes?
Salazar nods and Bullet nods in return. Sam lowly chuckles as a smug smirk of her own spreads over her lips.
Sam "Titaness" Hamilton: Idiot, I never said it was my call. I’m simply helping you realize the reality of this situation. I didn’t expect to even get an offer to be able to join the Shieldmaidens. But now that I’ve earned it? I’m not turning my back on any of them, period. And if that means helping you see how stupid you’re being by not fully acknowledging Bullet, you damn well better believe I’ll do that … and much, much more if push dare comes to shove.
Her eyes narrow, almost daring Salazar to finally give her an excuse to get violent. Sam looks something in between proud and just a tad disappointed Bullet ends up keeping control of the situation instead. In the end, however, she decides to let the more prideful side remaining .. not just because she promised to try to behave. The Titaness also isn’t overly fond of having issues with any cops, least of all tonight.
Maybe any other night … maybe she could take that chance. But not tonight.
Sam "Titaness" Hamilton: Buenas noches.
The ‘farewell’ is muttered in a low, barely audible voice as she lets Bullet and Bandit leave, allowing herself to be the last Maiden to exit.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Have a good night then, Salazar…
Bullet turns and walks out, the others following her out the door to their bikes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa!
Bandit stares at her friend.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Are you ok, Ale?
Sam "Titaness" Hamilton: Prick …
Sam’s head shakes as she leaves it at that, placing her helmet back on and laughing softly once again.
Sam "Titaness" Hamilton: Maybe I made it so he doesn’t like me anymore?
The musing was in a half-teasing, half-hopeful tone. Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I think you succeeded there.
She revs her bike up and nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Thank you for coming back for this.
Sam "Titaness" Hamilton: No problem. Thank god. One man down, one to go …
Just like before, she’d let the other two lead - now more to ensure she didn’t make a wrong turn than not knowing the way back. But soon, she would be following behind, heading back towards the Twisted Steel Garage. Bullet nods and off they go, riding back away from this trouble and off to find more elsewhere.
A couple of hours later...
On-Camera
Shieldmaidens’ Warehouse Gym
New Orleans, Louisiana
The camera opens to find the Shieldmaidens standing together in a contingent in their gym, the infamous black banner with the Shieldmaidens’ logo in white lettering hangs behind them as President of the MC, Robi Jean “RJ” MItchell, Vice President Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, Sergeant-At-Arms Ophelia “Widow” Blaque-Donnely, and full patches, Fianna Donnelly, Jackie “Bandit” Layton and Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton all stand together in a tight pack, RJ and Bullet in the middle, Widow to left of RJ, Fianna and Bandit on the extreme ends with Titaness towering in the middle behind RJ and Bullet. All six dressed in their kuttes as if they’ve all just come down from a Church meeting. RJ nods to the camera and then steps back to allow Bullet to take center stage.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So…
Her hands come together, her fingertips coming to rest just at her mouth for a second before she nods and looks up to the camera all over again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I make history last week, I am the first one in Mile High Wrestling to pin a man like Skrabz, in the process show him he will not catch anything, much less chew me up and spit me out as he claimed he would…
RJ, Widow, Bandit, Fianna and Titaness all nod in unison behind her as Bullet claps her finger tips against each other, nodding herself.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And my reward is the walking participation trophy that is Azurine Vebbins?
She looks back to her fellow Shieldmaidens and four of the other five, RJ, Fianna, Widow and Bandit shrug as if they don’t really understand the whole idea themselves while the fifth one, Titaness glares through grinding teeth as if she might just explode at the mere mention of the name. Bullet nods and then turns back to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I realize this is when everyone expects me to be angry about this and it is entirely possible that one some level, I should be, but…
She shrugs, shaking her head as a small smile crosses her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But you see, I just can’t seem to be angry at the fact that this opportunity has crossed my path. I’m sure some…
She glances back and nods to Titaness before turning back to the camera, her gaze going almost through it like a laser.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Might disagree, but I don’t see you as the great black cat crossing my path. I see you as the opportunity to both right a wrong and to set the record straight. You mentioned it yourself in that you are the only blemish on my otherwise spotless record. While I’ve yet to be pinned or submitted and technically been yet to actually lose myself, you did win the one match in which the decision had nothing to do with me. You won the one match in Mile High that I was that I did not win and that would usually be enough to get me revved up and ready to show you why God is a Bullet just like I did at the end of that night…
Pausing, she folds her hands together again almost as if she’s praying to the heavens above. She nods and starts to turn to her right.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But then you went and did a few things that made this opportunity taste even sweeter than it already did and it had nothing to do with baked goods or you being a sweet, nice person like everybody is supposed to think you are…
Stepping back to the group, the camera can now see that the four champions, Bullet, Widow, Bandit and Titaness are all wearing their championship belts. Bullet walks up and slaps the belt around Titaness’s waist.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You called Titaness nothing but a number and this championship belt she’s wearing a pathetic participation trophy…
She nods and turns back to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Which is funny considering how you lost to get a shot at the one I’m wearing, you lost your shot at the ones Widow and Bandit are wearing and now you lost to RJ for the chance to go for the big one in what I would have called the biggest participation trophy of throwing someone a bone I have ever seen! Now I almost want to see them throw you one for Titaness’ belt just so you can be perfect and piss away all of them while simultaneously telling everybody they don’t matter anyway because it seems to be what you’re really keen on doing!
Bullet unhooks her belt and then holds it up for the camera to see.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I pulled no punches with Sam to get this belt and she pulled no punches with me trying to stop me from getting it and she was so angry at having not stopped me that she went out and won herself another belt and you can say that just makes her Shieldmaiden Number Six all you want, but Sammie Syxxpac isn’t just another anything. You can say she’s sixth on your non-existent depth chart but she’s number one in our hearts and, no matter how you slice it, a champion to boot! If she gets the chance, she’ll show you and your career what a real deep six looks like and I promise you, you won’t like that number anymore at all!
Throwing the belt onto her shoulder she steps back to Titaness once again. She nods to the tall blonde Shieldmaiden and then touches the Throwdown Championship belt.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But this…
She nods the belt and pats it before turning around to the face the camera once again.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This is for later, is it not?
She shrugs, smirking slightly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: With the way that championship…
Pausing, Bullet leans in, nodding pointedly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I repeat… Championship...
She leans back as the Shieldmaidens all nod for added emphasis.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Is defended, you might just get yourself another bone thrown your way since they’re going to go through challengers for that like water through a damn sieve.
She pauses, looking to the floor for a second and going quiet. The other Shieldmaidens nod encouragingly as Bullet lets her thoughts percolate inside her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I know we’re here to talk about Mile High Wrestling and wrestling matches and that’s all we’re supposed to get to but…
Her right index finger extends from her hand and Bullet waves it a couple of times towards the camera, seemingly in an almost accusatory fashion.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Some of you might have noticed there’s something going on outside of Mile High that actually tangentially involves us and also tangentially involves you, Azurine.
She nods, still staring at the ground in front of her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You see, we have a prospect known to the wrestling world as Jade and she has been known to train a wrestler or two in her time. She’s trained one that used to fight with my old girlfriend and I believe she’s even trained some with my old girlfriend. There’s another one that I know you’ve heard of that she used to train by the name of Pet.
The hand that had pointed now reaches out, palm up, as if holding an example to be shared for evidentiary purposes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Now, anybody who has ever paid attention to Pet has noticed that the woman is just…
She nods slightly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Un poquito...
A second nod.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Loco.
The other Shieldmaidens once again all nod in unison, visibly agreeing with their VP’s assessment of the situation.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: The woman claimed to be married to Jade when she was not and now has surrounded herself with a bunch of what some have called thralls to do her bidding in a strange perversion of what it means to be involved in the BDSM community. Pet sees herself as the ultimate dominatrix it seems and you apparently watched her snatch your own step-sister right out of the same domicile and be spirited across the country from California to New Jersey to be rte-educated as one of Pet’s…
A look of absolute disgust comes over her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Pets.
The disgust seems to ripen almost to the point of making Bullet physically ill but she manages to restrain herself.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Normally, this wouldn’t be any of business of ours at all outside of what most of us think of that kind of assault…
She looks up, glaring into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: But where it became out business is twofold.
Bullet hold up her right hand with just her index finger extended.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: One, it involved a sister in Jade…
A second finger pops up to join its sister.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And two, it involved you showing that despite how talented you are inside that ring, in spite of how you try to show that inner fighting spirit, in spire of how you try to tell everyone how good and decent a person you are and how much you stand by and love your friends, you are just going to let this go and leave poor Bonnie to her fate even though you know she did not wish to be taken when she was and that is just something makes me…
She looks off to the right, almost shaking with rage.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I cannot even begin to speak of what that makes me feel! If that were my blood, if that were my family, if that were mi parche…
She indicates the women standing behind her who are now all glaring into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: If that was one of us, there is not a chance in hell that we leave her to that fate! We would roll up on New Jersey and burn the whole state out if that’s what it took to get her back and for you to sit there and call US the trash, to call US beneath you, to call US people you can’t respect we actually give a damn about each other, well that means now this opportunity to avenge that one blotch on my record is also an opportunity to show you exactly what we do to people like you! Do not worry about the others, do not worry about anything but me and what I’m going to do with my elbow because just like the last time we were in the same match, the night is going to end with me putting you down!
She takes a step forward, rage radiating off of her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Adorkable Angel? ¡Miércoles! The only kind of angel you are is the kind that falls back to earth and then looks up to the sky and apologizes to God for clipping your own wings!
Bullet drops her belt and glares harshly into the camera, holding her hand out shaped like a gun.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Get ready to fall!
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Post by azurinevebbins on Aug 8, 2018 13:05:34 GMT -6
Vigilant Against Snuck Zucchini Azurine Vebbins: Mornin’, folk! It’s one day prior to my ballet de brouhaha wid Alex “Bullet” Carbajal. Currently I’m patrollin’ da front and back porched perimeters of Mistress’ Dungeon compound. After all, today bein’ August 8 is “Sneak Some Zucchini Into Your Neighbor’s Porch Day” and well, dat’s not happenin’ on my watch. It’s also National Happiness Happens Day. Dat’s some-din’ I’m goin’ to attempt celebratin’ since “Da Damsel in Dat Dress” refuses walkin’ into da squared dance circle inside Magness Arena emotionally defeated. Collectin’ my notions like waves of motion in da ocean. Carbajal, your most recent promotional material was quite some-din’. Know I mentioned tweetin’ ’bout wantin’ to make our dance compellin’, but it seems you decided to make din’s fixed point personal. Perhaps yours truly struck too many raw nerves recently. Dis resulted in my rivals actin’ similar to disgruntled employees at a picket line. Dat’s how you function best...as a united affront. It’s your modus operandi. Your chosen kindred diverts attention away from da important issue. Chosen, bein’ da key word, ’cause...permit me to enhance my calm and not talk tawdry...you brought up my step-sister Bonnie Daphna McBody. Protectin’ da tangentially innocent, I will not discuss da woman you claim as a sister. Da one who genuinely cares for your crew while bein’ seduced by dat bleep Pet. I recognize she was a link in your chain of logic. However, she doesn’t belong in da same conversation as dat controllin’ creep. First and foremost, I love my step-sister Bonnie. She’s a chubby-chasin’, lust-lavishin’, irrational intangible of incredible id. Granted, dat last part might not be how she describes herself. Psychology was her weakest subject when attendin’ Soud-ern Phloriphornia University. Dat coupled wid callin’ herself da “Most Prized Hunt,” deyr’s motivation as to why Pet’s harem created an ambush scenario. And believe you me it was an ambush. Arrived early Friday mornin’ after a technical tango wid Robi Jean to find several dames drunk and fallin’ over each oder. Was a long day and I really needed sleep so I started steppin’ towards my assigned dorm. Da scene presented appeared like a sorority party in a raunchy, cult-classic comedy. Lookin’ back it leaned toward comedy of errors given it wasn’t a laughin’ matter. Transitioned into psychological horror when I came to da realization Pet’s underlin’s barricaded my dormitory door wid live-in lushes. It was just too much mass to push against. Had to wait for dem all to wake up. By da time dey did so da two henchwomen made haste. I wanted to get Bonnie back, my Mistress’ wife wanted her back as well, but we were unsure ’bout her brain chemistry. Not sure if durin’ your extensive research you glanced at my step-sister’s captors, but dey match da physical attributes dat would seduce slash lull her anywhere. Deyr’s also da business I alone have to deal wid Pet involvin’ a rematch. In my lone comparison of you to her, you each view me as a pawn. She wants me submittin’ to her horrible harem if I lose. Should I win, which I wholeheartedly believe is likely, den my step-sister would return to a more nurturin’ environment. It’s also da best way to minimize, maybe even nullify, da remote possibility of collateral damage. Would be foolhardy puttin’ chanters in harm’s way while puttin’ da kibosh on a vendetta. Circlin’ back to da pawn point, my next move in each instance is settlin’ din’s in deyr appropriate arena of aggression. I’m a by-da-textbook individual, Alex. Latent hostilities will surface and be resolved between bells. Unlike dancin’ wid my sweet-heart, I’m takin’ da lead tomorrow night. Just proverbially bite down on your namesake and suffer. Not goin’ to worry ’bout anyone or any-din’ one iota at Dursday Night DrowDown. Brin’ da whole cacklin’ congregation like you did wid Skrabz. I will just whisper to da zebra dat one plus one does not equal seven. It will den be up to deyr, da sanctioned official’s, discretion and resolve on wheder your posse gets pointed backstage or ignored when anglin’ aprons. Dat decision is out of my hands. Den again, da reason for it bein’ out of my hands? Dey will be busy grapplin’ you, Carbajal. After all, Alex, how else will I incapacitate your enigmatic elbow? Quickest way would be to add a collar durin’ a tie-up, take your back, and drop you wid my Pearly Gatekeeper. But dat kind of climax is better served for anoder time. Specifically? When I’m shootin’ for da Phoenix Championship you’re clutchin’ in a family heirloom fashion. Tomorrow night, I’m more interested in breakin’ my fair share of your bones. Could score a hat trick of sorts should I take out da humerus, radius, and ulna of da elbow you favor durin’ one match. Don’t honestly know if your pride and ego could take such a numbin’ dose of humility? All da same, Bullet, I should be ford-comin’ wid my intentions. Da moment I lost to Mitchell was da first second of shiftin’ focus onto you and your Phoenix Championship. Knew it would be a package deal even if dis encounter happens to be non-title. Bestin’ you again, as I stated in my earlier promotional material dis week, means I have a shot at your belt. It’s not da same as if I challenged, as you call her, “Sammie Syxxpac.” Her strap serves more as a stopgap. She defends to provide cohesion for your championship collection. She defends against anyone and everyone since it’s da bottom rung of da ladder. It’s a wee bit amusin’ given how you two clashed for da Phoenix Championship under dat stipulation. Hers is da “Toss Away” Championship...not only ’cause she won it in a Battle Royal, but since she would aspire to more prominent prizes if deyr wasn’t someone of your ilk securin’ it. Perhaps it’s also a subconscious din’ on my part since upon joinin’ your group, she tossed away our friendship. As for me puttin’ a stop to callin’ her Shieldmaiden Number Six? Permit her to face me at Good Time on August 30 in New Orleans. Provided she wants to regain my respect, I challenge her to a Last Dame Dancin’ Match. 30-Minute Ironwoman Match where falls count anywhere in da Smoodie King Center and to level da playin’ field? Falls can be pinfalls, submission, or 10-Count Knockouts. If any-din’, dat might make me believe she’s truly “Da Titaness” I remember. She’d be a main event maker ’cause she’d help make our match da main event dat it should be. It’d also be a better option dan bein’ da openin’ contest defendin’ some-din’ half-heartedly. Finally, it’s time to finish wid a flourish. I respect you, Carbajal, but to get one last catchphrase out of my system...you’re goin’ to meet your maker via da Pearly Gatekeeper. Might also smack you ’round wid a Sweetheart Sock Hop, but da last steps you’ll remember are da two or dree you make while stumblin’ after gettin’ struck down wid a Two-Handed Jawbreaker. Only way I view you defeatin’ me is how you defeated Skrabz or Robi Jean defeated me. Dat way is connectin’ wid multiple finishin’ maneuvers and havin’ your girls consistently distract da zebra like clockwork. And before you say dat’s worryin’, dat’s just noticin’ a pattern of behavior. But dat’s all I can do...notice da pattern and capitalize on da overwhelmin’ opportunity. [Our scene ends with “The Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins heading back inside upon realizing no one would sneak zucchini at this time of day or weather.]
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Post by Bullet on Aug 9, 2018 0:30:40 GMT -6
Off-Camera
8/8/18
Sheraton Denver Downtown Hotel
Room 317
Denver, Colorado
1:30 AM MDT
It had been a long day for the Shieldmaidens. They had made the trip to Denver early and were set up in the Sheraton Denver Downtown Hotel. Trenton “Forge” Mitchell and his wife, Shieldmaidens President Robi Jean “RJ” Mitchell had one room, Fianna Donnelly and Sgt.-At-Arms Ophelia “Widow” Blaque-Donnely had another shared between them. Sam “Titaness” Hamilton and Joseph Hunter were sharing a third room and in a fourth, were Jackie “Bandit” Layton and Vice President Alex “Bullet” Carbajal. The group had traveled together, eaten together and worked out together to get everyone ready for the Thursday Night Throwdown coming as well as anything else that might be thrown at them on the coming Wednesday. Now, Bandit was sitting in a chair in her room, talking on the phone with third member of her relationship, fellow Shieldmaiden Angelique “Angel” LeRoux. Bullet was flopped out on the bed, mostly naked, her own phone on the table under the lamp next to the alarm clock as she dozed. Bandit glances over at her Colombian girlfriend and smiles.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yeah, she fell asleep already. It’s cute actually. We don’t have anything scheduled for tomorrow yet and…
Bullet’s phone starts ringing and Bandit looks over at it, shaking her head.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You’re not calling her now on a burner, are you?
Nodding at the answer, Bandit turns to Bullet.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Ale, check your phone…
Bullet waves it off dismissively and then notices the phone still ringing insistently. She sits up, rubbing her eyes and grabs her phone, staring at it like it’s gone crazy on her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Bueno!
Waking up in a hurry at the sound of the voice jabbing at her on the other end, Bullet sits bolt upright on the bed.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Cálmate! ¡Cálmate! ¡Cálmate!
Bandit frowns, still on her own phone.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Angel, something’s wrong...
Bullet looks up, shock on her face.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: What do you mean fired?
Bandit’s eyes practically bug out of her head.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Fired?
She shakes her head at the phone.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I don’t know…
Bullet stands up by the bed and stares at the wall of the room, shock registering above all else.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: When?
She shakes her head in disbelief.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I did not know there was even a meeting scheduled…
She turns to face Bandit, her mouth still hanging open in stunned silence. Another answer meets her ears and she manages a slight nod.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Does Sam know?
Bandit cocks her head. What was going on?
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: She’s getting the info now. I don’t know anything else…
Bullet ends her call and sits on the bed, staring at the floor and looking like she’s been punched in the gut.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Ale?
Bullet doesn’t move and Bandit moves in closer, kneeling in front of her.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Ale, what’s wrong? What’s going on?
Still, Bullet does not answer.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Ale, please… say something…
Finally, Bullet looks up.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Put Angel on speaker…
Bandit nods and does as asked.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Robi had a meeting with Robert Mack tonight. Whatever was discussed, the meeting ended with Robi having her contract terminated.
Bandit’s eyes go wide in shock as Angel lets out an audible gasp over the phone.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: But… she’s the main event… she’s…
Bullet nods slightly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Forge quit in solidarity…
Angel lets out a sound that lets them both know this was not surprising at all while Bandit just continues to stare at her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Widow and Fi are going home with them too. I don’t know if that means they’ve been fired as well, if they’re quitting or if they’re just…
She trails off, shaking her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: They are gone, and at least for right now, they are not coming back.
Bandit swallows hard.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What about Sam and Joseph?
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: They have not been informed as of yet. Robi and Forge’s status will be made public soon and they’ll be on a plane home within the hour.
Bandit nods slowly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What about us?
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: As far as I know, I’m still booked on Thursday, as are Sam and Joseph. It would appear we have a decision to make.
Bandit nods slowly and exhales heavily.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Who’s telling Sam?
Bullet nods pointedly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We are.
Bandit nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Angel, we’ll call you back in a few minutes.
Angel’s voice comes back calm and reassuring.
Angelique "Angel" LeRoux: I’ll be here. I love you!
Bandit nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Love you, Angel.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Te amo!
The call is ended and Bandit nods to Bullet.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: When are we…
Bullet stands before Bandit can finish the question, moving quickly to put her jeans and Metallica t-shirt.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Right now.
Bandit nods, grabbing a room key as they head out the door. They come to the next room and Bullet knocks.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Sam? It’s Jack and Alex… are you decent? We need to talk.
Sam groans in response, clearly not expecting a wake-up call. Her head turns as she glances at the time and then plops her head down on her pillow for a few seconds. While rubbing the sleep away from her eyes, she chuckles upon hearing Bandit and Bullet outside her door.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Give me a few seconds and I can be.
Joseph takes his turn to elicit his own groan, looking over in disbelief to Sam.
Joseph Hunter: … I’m assuming it’s important if they’re making this sorta wake-up call
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: As am I
Joseph gets back into jeans while Sam tosses her tank top and jeans both back on.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Okay. Come in. Thanks for the heads-up at least instead of just barging in.
Although even when they do enter … the remaining clothes still sprawled on the floor hint what they likely would have wandered in on had they been too hasty. Both Sam and Joseph are sitting on top of the bed, looking equally curious and nervous about the sudden gathering.
Bullet nods to them as they step in, Bandit looking on apologetically. When Bullet finally speaks, her Colombian accent is almost on overdrive from the stress.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: First, I am sorry for waking you and interrupting your together time. I was asleep as well when the call came in, Jack was on the phone with Angel back home.
She pause and sighs heavily.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Fianna called us. There was a meeting tonight, Robi with Robert Mack. It did not go well and ended with her contract being terminated.
Both nod, staying quiet for most of the talk. When Alex finally gets down to the main point, however, they both wear a shocked expression.
Joseph Hunter: … Terminated? As in fired?
Sam’s mouth, meanwhile, stays agape. Every attempt to actually say something results in failure. Finally, tears quickly begin streaming down her face as she looks to the only article of clothing not sprawled on the floor; her Shieldmaiden cut.
Words finally find their way to her vocal chords as she barely keeps herself from screaming out loud; mainly because they’re in a hotel and not the clubhouse.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: She gave that to me. She was supposed to go against Skrabz. The fuck are we supposed to do now?! Hey … is this some really fucked up prank call by chance? Please say yes …
Bullet sadly shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Fianna was calling from the airport. Forge quit in solidarity with Robi. Fianna and Widow are going home with them right now. I do not know what their status is with Mile High, nor do I know what this means for the rest of us yet. I know we’re still booked for Thursday. This is going to be announced publicly soon. This does not affect your membership with the Maidens and the Dragons. I’m assuming if we are not fired by morning ourselves, we all have choices to make now regarding Mile High but for right now, the four of us in this room are the only ones who will be at Thursday Night Throwdown.
Each added name and detail about who is no longer going to be affiliated with Mile High fuels Sam’s tears on. Making them much worse before better. Even Joseph can’t help but grimace upon hearing Forge left.
Much like how Robi Jean was the reason she became an official Maiden, the same was true with Joseph and Forge.
So yeah, the news definitely stung even him. He just … was newer, and thus understood Sam was, naturally, going to take this news worse than him. Without saying anything to the others, he pulls Sam’s head against his shoulder, allowing her to borrow it.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: I … I just finally got a belt. MY belt. THIS IS BULLSHIT!
Thankfully, the cursing is muffled by her head being buried against Joseph’s shoulder - a fair assumption as to one reason he did just that. Because he expected such a reaction.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: I … I can’t even …
Joseph Hunter: She’s probably going to need time. Much more than myself for sure.
Joseph sighs.
Joseph Hunter: I was looking forward to getting started, too. But if she wants to leave, I won’t blame her, for one. Two though, and the more important point? I’ll probably borrow a page from Forge’s book. Sam was literally why I began to fight … as well as became a Dragon.
While keeping Sam held against him, he begins slowly rubbing her back.
Joseph Hunter: She’s not usually a quitter though. Simultaneously, she doesn’t often get quickly attached to other people. This is probably worse than when she did get shot.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Fuck yes it is … which is saying quite a bit considering real bullets hurt like a motherfucker ...
The words from The Titaness are barely audible, and very shaky. Hinting she’s still sobbing and probably won’t be done anytime soon.
Bandit’s phone chimes and she glances down at the screen.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: It’s public… Mile High tweeted it out. Robi is officially fired.
Bullet’s eyes close in anger.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa!
Bandit continues scanning the tweet.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Doesn’t give a reason.
Bullet nods, her eyes still closed.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Neither did Fi. She did not know why, just that it had happened and Robi was so upset that she and Widow needed to go with her and Forge.
Bandit nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And there’s Forge’s notification as well. His is worded to make sure we know he quit rather than being terminated the way Robi was.
Bullet shakes her head.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Malparido pelota!
Sam’s hands shakily reach up and grip onto Joseph’s shoulders. It’s a fair guess to assume the hold is tight, hinted by Joseph grimacing slightly. Out loud, however, he doesn’t complain and allows The Titaness to get her frustrations out.
Joseph Hunter: … Do you two even know what you’re going to do? Or are you going to need to do your own talking also?
Samantha sniffles before finally managing to raise her head and look towards Bandit and Bullet.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: … The selfish part of me would prefer you both stay. But if Widow has accompanied Robi Jean .. then I realize Bandit has lost her Tag partner. This is the worst domino effect I’ve been a part of in a long while. I … I’m stupid. Stubborn. But unless said reason is one that should make me worry?
Sam shakes her head firmly, anger now replacing the sorrow in her eyes.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: I don’t want to have to quit. Not unless it’s absolutely necessary. Still … I won’t hold it against you two if we end up being the last Maiden and Dragon standing.
Of course, common sense would give away the Dragon part would remain true regardless. It’d now be a matter of if Sam would be the only Shieldmaiden to go into Mile High’s ring or not.
Bullet finally opens her eyes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We have to talk just to find out if Widow and Fianna…
She trails off, not wanting to say it out loud. Bandit steps up to Bullet and hugs her.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: It’s ok, Ale… it’s gonna be ok…
Not able to hold it back anymore, Bullet clamps onto Bandit and starts sobbing on her shoulder the same way Sam had been.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I don’t know what to do…
Slowly, Samantha gets off the bed and walks over. She stands behind Bullet and lightly rubs her shoulder while she sobs into Bandit’s. Her head bows slightly as she clenches her left fist tightly.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: I don’t think RJ would want us to quit. Nor would Forge. But … by no means am I saying we should ignore this crap.
Sam pauses, trying to select her words in the best possible way without upsetting the others anymore than they already are.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: I just … don’t think this should make us all leave. Which is why … I’m leaning towards remaining in Mile High despite this news. And I’d prefer having you two remain in addition to Joseph, but … I understand. This isn’t an easy choice. I get that. You … definitely fought like Hell to win that Phoenix Championship, after all. I know I wouldn’t want just anyone being able to win that if I were you. But … I’ll let the end verdict be each of yours.
Bullet pulls Sam into their embrace.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No matter what, you are parche!
Bandit nods her agreement.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Sing it, Sister!
Sam stumbles for a few seconds, clearly not having expected to be included. Simply because she figured Bullet would only want physical comfort from her lover. Still, the Titaness can’t help but weakly smirk as she leans forward … looking a bit silly in the process, as she literally towers over the other Maidens.
Joseph stays still and silent, letting the others help one another out. He ponders whether to pull his phone out … and decides against it. There’s enough tension, enough sorrow. Anymore news that may appear would only make this scene worse.
Instead, he opts to close his own eyes, trying to erase his own negative emotions with some meditation he picked up while in Japan.
On-Camera
August 8, 2018
Sheraton Denver Downtown Hotel
Room 317
Denver, Colorado
11:27 PM MDT
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. A black banner with the white Shieldmaidens lettering logo on it lies on the table near the window behind her. Bullet turns to stare at it for what seems like years.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You will forgive me if I’m not in my usual mood because now the hits just keep on coming… don’t they, Mister Mack?
She slowly turns around and glares into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You just could not stand it, could you?
She turns to the bed and sets the Phoenix Championship belt down on top of the comforter before looking back into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: The Shieldmaidens rode in and we dominated. There is no question of this. Nobody held a candle to us, not Skrabz, not Tyke Index, nobody! We set about making Mile High Wrestling our own and who could argue with our success?
Shaking her head, Bullet reaches out slightly towards the bed, seemingly trying to draw strength from it.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So you decide to take advantage of that by setting your second pay-per-view for our hometown.
She nods in grim acknowledgement.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Fair play since you have very few fan favorites here. Tyke Index is a raging coke monster that treats everyone he comes into contact with in manners that would carry jail time if he was not simply speaking in recordings designed to extract a certain reaction from a prospective opponent. Candi Bratton is a self-described bitch and quite proud of this fact. Skrabz openly has no respect for anyone and belittles anyone who makes the slightest of eye contact with him. And so it goes down the line…
She nods multiple times as if going down an invisible list in front of her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: The closest you have to real crowd pleasers are Azzy and Chris Mosh and even they both have moments of being a little…
Trailing off, she looks away for a second, almost kicking the bed in the process.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa!
Turning back to the camera, Bullet looks like she wants to smash something bad.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: How do you do this to us?
Almost shaking with rage, she takes a step towards the camera, seemingly pleading for an answer.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: How is this good for business?
Unable to find the answer herself, both of her hands ball into fists and smash through the air, thankfully without finding an object in their way so there is no impact, her gaze moving to the carpet.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Malparido pelota!
She slowly looks back up into the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: How do you go to our hometown now and sell this without us?
She nods, knowing full well the response that has to be coming.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yes, I know, not all of us have left yet but you’re already down RJ and Forge and after tonight, I would be shocked if Widow wanted to have anything to do with this place after you made her fly all the way back to Pueblo after she had gone home to New Orleans last night for a house show you announced the same day it was happening and then surprised her and Jack with defending against Ripley and Chris Mosh?
She looks off to the wall in disbelief.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: This is not like you spent weeks, months or even days promoting this match…
Her head snaps back around, her glare practically scorching the camera’s lens with its intensity.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: There was NO promotion! You didn’t even announce it at the beginning of the day when you announced the house show. Those fans literally came to the show just having to hope to see what they wanted to see from Mile High. There was no draw at all for it!
Her hands open back up and she looks to the ceiling, almost praying for an answer she knows is never coming.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So now, after making the two hour or so drive to come back here to Denver and I have to stand here and tell all of you lovely people watching this that there will only be three Shieldmaidens in the building tomorrow night, me, Jack and Sam, and I have no idea if Fi and Widow will want to come back…
Her gaze slowly moves back to the camera, fresh anger bleeding into her eyes.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Then again, who knows, you might announce next that they’ve both been fired on some crazy trumped up charges. Maybe you’ll suddenly realize they’ve done things from long ago like the internet is wont to do lately, or maybe you’ll just call it conduct detrimental to the company and cite some morals clause nobody has ever heard of before!
She looks down to the carpet again and then nods to herself, visibly trying to pull herself together. After a few seconds of this, she looks back up, exuding a sort of sinister calm.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I don’t know why you seem to be out to get us, Mister Mack, but I can assure you and everyone else that it will not have an effect on me and my match with Azurine Vebbins tomorrow night. She wants to dance with the devil as it were, well I’m feeling pretty damn red tonight!
Bullet nods icily, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Azzy, you’re not gonna break a damn thing on me and if you keep jerking around like that about Sam’s championship, you are going to find more than just a couple of biker chicks angry with you. If her championship means nothing, then you can say that for every championship in Mile High Wrestling and I am fairly certain that a man like Skrabz would not take kindly to you telling him that all of his hard work, all of the blood, sweat and tears he put into getting to where he is all meant nothing because he was just walking around with a meaningless piece of cowhide with some metal glued to it!
She nods and points at the ground in front of her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Likewise, I’m pretty sure Ripley and Chris Mosh would not appreciate you saying their just won championships were nothing just because they weren’t in your wheelhouse and I know that mine…
She points over at the Mile High Phoenix Championship belt lying on the bed.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I know I would be even angrier than I already am at this point and after watching my President get fired, my boss have to quit in solidarity with his wife, my sgt-at-arms be allowed to leave Denver to try and be there for a friend only to be told the second she steps off the plane in New Orleans she suddenly has to fly back to Colorado for a show that wasn’t even scheduled when she got on the first plane and have a completely unpromoted title defense where she and Jack suffer their first loss…
The anger starts to make her shake in outrage again and she closes her eyes to try and calm herself. A second later, her eyes open and she glares icily into the camera once more.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I don’t know if I can get any hotter under the collar unless I was being burned at the damn stake!
Falling to her knees, Bullet looks up to the sky, her arms outstretched, her hands facing palms up.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We have been crucified for no sins, cast into the pit for being too good and now I get to see how hard a Phloriphornian horse can really kick!
Her gaze moves from the ceiling back to the camera.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Dios es una bala…
Her right hand comes up and points to the camera in the shape of a gun.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Pray he is in a merciful mood!
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